Page 58 of Laila Manning
“I want to make you come.” I argued, fighting for control, as I slid my hand between our bodies, fighting against his weight until Ireached my prize. I wasn’t tentative or shy as I gripped his hard cock through his jeans. Afterall, dicks weren’t new to me. Butwantingto touch one, was. Wanting to pleasure a man until he was reduced to sounds and feelings only, was. Wanting to makethisman lose control was new. “Please.”
“Dove,” He paused, resting his forehead against my sternum like he was fighting an internal war inside his head as I ran my nails over the tight fabric barely containing his erection.
God, he was so big. He’d fill me up until I couldn’t breathe from feeling so full.
And I fucking wanted it.
“Don’t make me beg, because I will.” I whispered, hooking my leg around his, and pulling him back up my body until his face was in line with mine and his cock was sandwiching my hand against my crotch. I bit my lip as I flexed my knuckles, tightening my hold on him and rubbing my clit at the same time. “Please.”
“Laila.” He whispered, pushing his cock into my hand harder and making me moan from the friction my knuckles gave me.
“Daddy.” I moaned, fighting the embarrassment as my carnal need took over my good sense. “Please let me make you come, Daddy.”
“God.” He hissed, thrusting into my hand again as his blue eyes dilated. “I’m only a man, Dove. And you’re testing my strength here.”
“Give me what I want, then.” I bit my lip and smirked at him. “Come for me.”
“Mmh.” He moaned and leaned down to bite my neck as he started humping me into the bed. “You’re topping from underneath me.” I wrapped my legs around his waist as he rubbed that thick cock against my pussy, clinging to his shoulders for dear life as not an inch of space existed between us anymore. “And I fucking love it.”
“Yes.” I moaned, feeling powerful and submissive at the same time. “God, you feel so good.”
“Wait until I’m inside you for the first time.” He growled, rolling his hips, and rubbing against me in a new direction. “Wait until you take me deep.”
“Yes!” I repeated, “God, I’m so close.”
“Tell Daddy who you belong to.” He pulled back to stare down at me as he pushed against me even harder. “Tell me you’re mine, Dove.”
“I’m yours, Zeke.” I cried out, throwing my head back as my orgasm crashed into me like a freight truck. “I’m yours.”
“Yes!” He roared above me, and I forced my eyes to open and watch him come undone. His eyes were closed, and his neck was taut as he thrust against me a few more times. “Jesus Christ, Laila.” He moaned and slowed as I felt warmth wet the front of his jeans.
“Oh, my God.” I panted, collapsing back into the blankets, and fighting to catch my breath. “It can’t be healthy to come that hard.”
He smirked that playboy one-sided grin I loved and rested his forehead against mine, taking a few deep breaths before kissing me softly. “I didn’t deserve that gift, Laila.”
“Why?” I questioned, feeling the happy, sated feeling deflating out of my body as he negated what had just happened between us.
“Because you deserve to be worshiped. I’ve already told you that.”
“This wasn’t worship?” I countered, “I vaguely remember calling out to God.”
He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips before rolling off of me and sitting up on the edge of my bed with his back to me. “I want to do this right.”
It was the first time I’d seen a vulnerable side of him. His shoulders were rounded, and it made him look smaller than normal, and I foundthat I hated seeing him that way. So, I slowly crawled to the end of the bed and sat next to him and made myself vulnerable to match his.
“I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow being the only one receiving pleasure made me feel—” I hesitated, hating the word that came to mind, but it was the right one. “Used.”
He looked over at me with his brows furrowed deep over his blue eyes. “That’s not—” He swallowed angrily. “I never wanted to make you feel used, Laila.”
“I know.” I said reassuringly and took his hand in mine. “And in a way, it was different from how I felt when I was abused. But in a way it was similar too.” I shrugged and looked away from his penetrating stare. “I don’t want everything between us to be about my past. And you wanting to treat me like a princess and only give without taking made me feel like my past was in control of me again. Like I was back there in some warped way.” Taking a deep breath, I looked back at him. “I just want you to treat me like every other woman you’ve been with, that’s it. I just want to be normal. I want us to be normal.”
He mulled that over for a while and then closed his eyes, nodding his head. “I’ll be sure to remember all of that from here on out.” He stared at me, “But I will never treat you like any other woman I’ve been with, because I’ve never cared about any of those women. Not like I care about you.”
“I care about you too, Zeke.” I sighed, resting my temple on his shoulder and letting the easy silence fill the space. “Enough to let you lock me away in a room, all alone, without me even noticing it. Again.”
He smirked and kissed my forehead. “Careful, or I’ll keep you all to myself forever.”
“Hmm.” I smiled against the tight muscle of his arm. “I don’t think I’d mind.”
