He shrugs. "Maybe that your fingers would have found their way to your pussy because you were remembering our times together."Well, that has heat rushing right to the area he just mentioned. I swallow, determined not to let him throw me off-kilter this time."No. That was what I did last night."His smirk is instant. He puts his fork down, pushing his chair back some so he can, very pointedly, rub against his obvious erection through his pants."And what were you thinking of while you fingered yourself?""Your mouth on me.""Hmm, interesting. I got you some chocolate cake."He juts his chin toward the only still covered tray. I lift it, finding a cake with four layers of chocolate waiting for me."Do you think you could eat it while I ate your pussy?"My eyes snap from the cake to him. So much for not being thrown off-kilter. "Wh-what?""You heard me. Do you?" I don't answer because... what the hell kind of question is that? He licks his lips. "Let's find out."And then he's lowering
I go back and forth with myself, trying to decide whether I should lie or not. But even though we're out of the hotel room, away from where Law's rules apply, I still cannot defy him.Me:I think I would have. I don't think I could have held myself back from texting you for too much longer.Law:What would you have said?Me:I have absolutely no idea. That's probably been the sole thing keeping me in check.Law:Still nervous with me, Sarah?Me:Hell yes. And then at times, hell no. Since you were hoping I would text you, what were you hoping I would say?I am glued to my spot on the couch, the remote forgotten, as I await text after text. I still cannot believe this is happening. If this is a dream, I will scream when I wake up.Law:I was hoping you would ask if I wanted to meet before Saturday.A sharp breath leaves me. He wants to see me... again? Even if it's more like he wants to fuck me again, a thrill still goes through me at the thought.Me:And if I had asked, what would you have s
Tears come to my eyes, my throat screams for mercy, but God, I love it all. His hand holding my hair so roughly, it hurts. His cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Every single time his cock hits the back of my throat, he makes me take more."I'm about to come." He pants, his hand twisting my hair in his grip, moving my head up and down quicker on him. "Don't you dare let a single drop out of your mouth."I moan at his words, and with one final thrust into my mouth, his body arching with how hard he drives into me, he comes."Take it," he demands gruffly. "Take my cum. Let it slide down your throat."The taste of him, mixed with me, fills my mouth. It's too much, his cock and his cum filling my mouth, but I only want more. More of the look on Law's face as I stare up at him. More of the muscles in his thighs bunched beneath my tightly gripping hands. More of feeling like Law is under my control right now. I slide off of Law, and he hisses, chest heaving with a deep breath as his eyes
He grabs my hand and yanks me into the room. I don't even get the chance to gasp because his mouth is crashing down on mine, tongue sliding into my mouth, demanding I return his wild kiss. And I do, gripping his hair so he doesn't have a choice but to kiss me harder. His beard scratches my cheeks in the best way while his hands begin to wander everywhere. On my breasts one second, one on my pussy the next as the other goes to my ass, squeezing my ass cheek so hard I break our kiss with a hiss.He begins walking us backwards, lips moving to my neck, finger rubbing my clit in rough circles."Did you like standing there naked?" he asks harshly. "Your breasts, your pussy on display?""Yes," I breathe."Do you feel how fucking hard you have me?"I can. His cock is between my thighs, rubbing against the parts of my pussy that his hand isn't covering."Answer me," he snaps."Yes, I feel it," I gasp out, his two fingers thrusting into me fast and hard."Do you want this cock in your mouth or
I take my phone away from my ear and look around my very empty room. The man Kamila assumed was here is not and will never be. Not with the sun shining through the window anyway. It's a harsh reminder to stomp down each and every emotion rising for him, for a person he can never be for me. We're a Saturday for three months kind of thing. Not a relationship, not even really a fling. We're an arrangement. Nothing more. I can't afford to forget that again.I get dressed and then order a breakfast that's far too large for me to finish alone, but hey, Law told me to get what I wanted, so why not get it all? Once I'm done, I take one more tour around the room, capturing pictures like I did at The Lincoln. I don'texactly know why. It's more than just wanting to have photos of rooms I'd never be able to afford myself. I want the memories. I just can't explain why. Or maybe I don't want to truly admit it to myself quite yet.I drive home and shower before going to the hospital, cake in hand. K
He gives me want I begged for, slamming me down on him. I take my arms from around his neck to sit up and plant my hands on his legs behind me. My head falls back as I circle my hips on him, my body preparing for the bliss I feel hurdling toward me. A choked gasp leaves me as he slams me down on him once more, grinding against my clit. He arches up into me, hitting a spot so sweet I come apart with a breathy moan of his name.My body feels like ecstasy is flooding my veins, sending stars dancing behind my closed eyelids."Look at me," he demands loudly.My eyes fly open, and my head lazily falls forward."There we go, you filthy whore." He groans, and my eyes widen as I realize he's coming again. "Look at those eyes, glazed from the fucking I'm giving you. You made me come in this pussy twice."I want to smile, but God, I'm too damn exhausted. Instead, I fall to his chest, feeling his heart thundering under my cheek as I try to catch my breath. I almost jump when I feel his hands traci