My Little Slut

Donald 's POV

When I had seen her walk into the club, looking like a fish out of water, I couldn't believe it. I had not seen her in four years. After her asshole husband had isolated her from any and everyone from her past.

We had dated for a year but never did more than kiss and hold hands before she was whisked away by her parents to marry some total stranger fifteen years older than her.

I had heard that the asshole had died and was quickly buried, but seeing her in Las Vegas of all places, I knew it was the truth. And I would be damned if I ever let her slip out of my hands again. So when she walked drunkenly into my room, I knew the universe was on my side.

I stared as her, tied up and blindfolded, and my dick  hardened.

I tossed her onto the bed, lying on her back. She cried out when she landed on her restrained wrists. I yanked my mask off and dropped it to the floor, I did not want her to know it was me right away, that time would come.

I removed her heels before pulling her jeans down her legs.

“Yes.” She moaned, arching her back.

I removed her underwear as well and placed them in my pocket. She won’t be getting those back. Crawling onto the bed, I spread her legs while running my hands up her thighs.

They shook and she panted. I imagined her like this with her ex, and my fingers dug into her skin. Jealousy sizzled in my blood. I hope the bastard sees what I would do to her from wherever the fuck he was now.

Her whimpering gained my attention, and I let up on her. Spreading her legs wider, I leaned down and looked over at her pussy. It was clean-shaven and glistening already with her juices, making my mouth start to water instantly.

Running my thumb over it, I spread her open and lower my face, licking her pretty cunt.

Her hips jump, and I hold them down in place.

“Oh, God …” She trailed off.

She’s wet, so I slipped a finger into her easily. It’s warm and so fucking tight.

I paused and then I put my mouth to her ear.

"Latifah ," I said, pushing a second finger into her slick cunt, making her hiss in a breath.

She arched her neck, lips parted, and whimpered. “Yeah?” She was too drunk to even realize I called her by her name.

“Have you ever been fucked like this? In this position?” I asked her, removing my fingers and pushing them into her again while twisting them until they wriggle and turn inside her and reach upward slowly. I take my time because I didn't want to hurt her. Not after everything. Not yet. But once she was ready, I would rewrite my name all over her body and claim her totally as mine.

All this time, I have wished and prayed for a second chance with her, a chance to rip into her and do all the things I never got the opportunity to before she was taken from me. Now that I had her, all I had to do was show restraint.

I would get her, and I would own her in every way.

“No. She said.” She bucks her hips, asking for more without speaking it.

“Fuck!” I growl before sinking my teeth into her thigh and making her flinch on a soft cry.

My cock was so fucking hard, it was pressing painfully against the inside of my jeans.

For four years, I had done what was asked of me. I had stayed away. I had let her live with someone else who wasn't me, because I did not want to make things worse for her, I stayed strong. I just have to wait a little longer.

Removing my fingers, I replace them with my tongue and lick her wet pussy, making her moan. I do it again and throw her legs over my shoulders to get a better hold on her writhing body while I show her why I am and will always be the better choice for her.

Her pussy was warm and so fucking welcoming. My mind reeled at finally getting to taste her. To take her. To own her. With that last thought, my resolve cracked and I dove straight in, taking and claiming everything she gave.