Page 49 of His Lair
She nods again. “Please.”
“Then touch it.”
Her eyebrows draw down in confusion. She’s not that naïve. She knows what I want her to do.
“I want you to shove your fingers inside that dripping pussy of mine. I want to watch as you get yourself off, Lailani,” I prompt.
Standing to my full height, I remove the belt from my pants. Lailani whimpers as her head falls back on the bed and her eyes close. That’s not going to work for me. My knees rest on the end of the bed, my hand wraps around her throat, and her eyes pop open.
“Better. I want to see your eyes when you come,” I tell her before releasing her throat. “Touch yourself. Now.”
She huffs, her glare narrowing in on me while her hand travels south. When her fingers make contact with her clit, Iundo my zipper and pull my pants and boxers down. My cock hard as a rock and pointing straight at the ceiling.
“Good girl.” I groan as she continues to explore. “Put two fingers inside yourself, Lailani.”
This time, she doesn’t hesitate. Her head rolls backwards and her hips lift slightly off the bed as her fingers start thrusting in and out. “Oh, fuck!”
I can’t take my eyes off her. My hand itches to wrap itself around my cock. Not yet. If I give it even the slightest tug right now, I’m likely to fucking come all over myself. That’s not fucking happening.
“So fucking hot, I’ve never seen anything that turns me on like you do,” I tell her.
Lailani’s mouth is open, those fuckable lips just begging to be filled.
“Do your fingers feel as good as mine do? Are you going to come just as hard if my fingers were the ones in your cunt right now?”
“Not even close to as good as you,” she admits.
I smile. “If you could have anything you want right now, what would that be? If you could order me around, what would you have me do to you?”
“Sammie, I want your fingers inside me,” she says. “I want you to fuck me. I want… I want you to kiss me. I want you to make me scream.”
“I might be able to make that happen.” I smile at her.
“Please…” She gives me a pleading look, her fingers continuing to move in and out. In and out.
“You want me to fill that hungry little pussy? I’ve been ready for you all fucking night.” I grip the base of my cock, gliding my hand up to squeeze the tip.
Fuck, do not come,I mentally warn myself.
“Yes. Please, Sammie, fuck me,” she says.
“I will never deny you something you want, Lailani. I can give you everything you’ve ever dreamed about having.” I smirk. “And I will fuck you. I’ll make you scream so loud they’ll be able to hear you on the other side of The Strip. But first, make yourself come. I want to watch you come.”
“I can’t!” She shakes her head from side to side. “I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can. You want to be a good girl, don’t you, babe?” I ask, and she nods. “Then show me how you make yourself come. Be a good girl and come for me.”
I kneel in front of the bed and watch as her legs close and her body spasms.
“Fuck,” she grits out between clenched teeth. Her eyes fight to stay open, but she keeps them connected with mine as the tidal wave washes over her.
I don’t waste time. I wrench her thighs open again, position myself between them, and thrust right into her. Her pussy continuing to spasm with the orgasm she’s achieved.
It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.
I lift her ankles, pin them up on her shoulders, and start pumping in and out of her. Hitting as deep as I can go. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Lailani. I’m never going to stop fucking you,” I grunt. “This is mine. You are mine.” My thrusts become faster, harder. “Tell me.”
“What?” she asks.
