Page 18 of Something Borrowed
“You look delicious in this. Going to look decadent out of it.”
Giggling, I nod. I cannot wait to lie beneath him, his eyes darkening as they eat me up. It is beneath that look I feel so beautiful. Special. That look has changed how I feel about myself, how I look at myself. If he can do this in a few days, what could he do to me given more time?
“Get me out of it then,” I whisper, turning my back to his front, pushing my ass out, tilting my head to show where thedress zips.
“Such a greedy girl after champagne. Need to remember that.”
Brushing my hair off one shoulder, he slowly starts to unzip it. Pulling it down my shoulders, his mouth presses to the back of my neck, across my shoulders, and behind my ear. My dress slips down my arms, but he catches it, grasping it in his fist at my bust.
“Not trying to show off my goods, were you love?”
“No, baby,” I hum, twisting my ass side to side to tease him. “They’reyourgoods. For your eyes only.”
A stinging slap comes down on my ass, sending a flutter of pleasure directly to my clit. His mouth presses to the back of my neck as his other hand wraps around my throat. Giving a little squeeze, he grinds his thick, hard shaft into my ass as a groan rumbles out of him.
“That’s what I want to hear, good girl. Get in the room and get on your knees,” he hisses, smacking my ass again before pushing me as the elevator doors open. I stumble forward, palms slamming against the door to the room. I am dizzy as he presses up against me to unlock it.
I am so turned on, I cannot see or breathe right. Giving me another push, he yanks at my dress, pulling it down my shoulders. It pools at my feet, and I turn, panting as I kneel in front of him. Reaching down, he gathers my thick hair in his hand, wrapping it around his fist. Glancing pointedly at the front of his slacks, he cocks a brow, smirking down at me.
“Be my good girl, take my cock out,” he demands in a raw whisper that sends shudders through me. “Fit all of me in that pretty mouth.”
Shivering, I reach up to obey his commands. Doing what he has told me since those first moments on the plane, telling me to calm down, has brought me nothing but pleasure. No reasonto stop now. The pull of his zipper seems loud in the room until I notice how loud my breathing is.
“Good girl, open up,” he hums after I wrap my hands around him.
Pulling him out as his pants drop, I bring the swollen tip to my lips. I never enjoyed doing this before because I thought I fumbled it. I have done it a few times this weekend for him and grow more addicted each time. To the power it fills me with, to his throaty sounds, to the way his eyes watch me.
Flicking my tongue at the head, I let out a sound as his saltiness fills my mouth. Letting my tongue move around the swollen crown, he grows harder. Taking more of him, going until my nose hits his pelvis, I am growing braver. My hand cups his base and balls and I squeeze a little.
“Ah, fuck. Dirty little thing,” he hisses, head dropping to his chest. “Look at me. Eyes on me while you swallow me down your throat. That’s my good girl, don’t hide how it turns you on.” Reaching down, he pulls and rolls at my nipple as I start to bob on his cock. Grunting, his hand moves to my cheek, smacking gently as his thickness fills my mouth.
“Jesus that’s so hot. You love sucking my dick,” he accuses, tapping my face as I bob faster, taking him deeper, nodding as he gags me. “Yes, you love feeling how you turn me on. Such a good girl, baby.”
Pulling at my hair tangled in his fist until my scalp stings, he stills my head. His hips start working and I gag again as he fucks my mouth, soaking him in saliva. This must turn him on because he hisses a string of broken curses before he starts jerking faster, again, and again, pulling at my hair.
“Fucking perfect. Lark, my good, perfect girl.”
Turned on by his praise, my thighs grow wet with my arousal. Growing desperate, I reach down to rub at the ache in my clit. A loud rumble vibrates from his chest, and he pulls meoff his shaft with a comical pop.
“My goods. Mine to play with, to eat, to fuck, to please.”
Bending, he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder. I cry out as he lands two fast smacks on my ass, gripping a handful in his hand. I bounce on his shoulder as he strides towards the bed. Flipping me back, he grips my thighs, shoves them up, and buries his face between my thighs.
“Oh. Oh, yes, baby. I... I-I need it. I need you, Lawson.”
“You have me. Have all of me.”
Lawson eats two orgasms out of me before he pulls back. Wiping at his mouth with his fingertips, he pushes some of my cum into his mouth, humming as he savors it. Grinning, he flips me again, lying me on my stomach. Lifting me up with a tug at my hips, he wastes no time. Bending his body over mine, he pins me beneath him as he punches forward and fills me.
Pumping into me from behind, he rides me until I come again. I fall against the bed, but he doesn’t stop. Moving over me, he pulls all my hair up again, mouth against my ear as he fucks me. As he owns me. Ruins me.
“Going to give it to me again. Be my very good girl. Come on my cock,” his filthy words send me over the edge, and I do as he demands.
Lawson roars as he comes with me, huge body crowding mine as he jerks inside me. Winding his arms around me, he rolls us to our sides, drawing me close to his chest. We lie there holding each other when it hits me. We’ve made love for the last time.
It was as filthy as the books we love, as sweet romance gets. Tomorrow I will go back to the real world and close the chapter on this short, sweet, filthy romance of ours.
Chapter Ten
