Lawrence is all man and nothing in between.
He circles me as though he is admiring a work of art. “Bend over the bed and spread your legs wide, Blaire,” he orders.
I follow his instructions.
I walk toward the bed, place my hands on the expensive duvet that feels cold to the touch, and bend over. I stare ahead at the window filled with the lights from the city and wait for his next move.
A mixture of lust and anticipation makes lava run through me, and I feel as though I’m burning from the inside out. I’m about to turn around when I feel his naked torso behind me, his lips moving behind my ear. “Don’t move.”
I don’t listen to him and turn my head just in time to see him grab the thin scrap of lace between my ass, pulling it to the side, and trace the head of his cock along my slit. We both watch it get soaked in my body’s reaction to him.
“Feel how much I want you,” he says roughly, rubbing his erection between my ass cheeks.
I groan, fisting the duvet tightly.
Lawrence lets go of his cock and surprises me by pulling down my thong until it’s lying on the floor. After he discards it, he gets on his knees behind me and runs his hands along my legs. His touch is scalding. His touch is divine. His touch makes me shake, a devastating earthquake passing through me.
“Lawrence, please …”
He pushes me forward until the front of my thighs touch the bed. I feel his hands palm my ass, spreading me open to his inspection, and then it’s his tongue licking my clit and moving inside me … sucking … lapping … fucking my pussy. He eats me from behind, like he can’t get enough of me, and it’s driving me wild.
He pulls me closer to him, burying his face in my ass and continuing to torture me with his tongue. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him pumping his cock with his free hand—the furious flick of his wrist hypnotizing.
Fast …
Faster …
Harder …
Bringing us both closer to release. With my hands still on the bed, I watch as he releases me, stands up, and licks his lips that gleam with my desire before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Turn around and lie down on your back,” he orders, his chest heaving.
Breathing heavily, I don’t miss the way his eyes flare with hunger when they land on my breasts, and lie down. He moves on top of me, covering my body with his, and kisses me. Our lips and tongues twirl aggressively, the flavor of my body on his tongue, but then it’s all him. His taste. His essence.
He breaks the kiss.
Cupping my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples, making them hurt as he showers my neck with sullied kisses, he growls, “I’m going to fuck you now, Blaire. And I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good that you’ll forget all about our deal. It’s not my money that you’ll want, but my cock moving inside you, filling you. It’s me you’ll want.”
I stare at his face so close to mine, grab his cock in my hand and guide him to my hot entrance. Desire makes my hands slightly tremble. “I want you, Lawrence,” I say as I rub his head along my opening, wetting his dick. “So much.”
“Not as much as I want you.” He lowers his head and begins to suck my nipples in his mouth, licking and biting until they are deliciously tender. But I know he’s not as in control as he would like me to think. Beads of sweat trail down his forehead and his jaw is tightly clenched as I continue to stroke him against my opening. I know how close he is to losing said control.
I let go of him to wrap a hand around his neck, pushing him down, closer to my mouth, and whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Lawrence. I want to feel you inside me.”
“I hope you’re not delicate, darling, because I’m going to fuck you until I break you.”
And then he loses what little restraint he has.
He stands up, grabs me by the ass with one hand and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He rubs his cock on my clit, watching it get wet before he slides all the way inside in one deep and hard thrust that pushes me backward. I curse, my eyes rolling back as he fills me completely.
Straightening my legs, he grips them by the ankles and spreads them open as wide as he can … and begins to fuck my brains out. The grey sheets on the bed forgotten, the world outside these doors forgotten. We are lost in each other.
I raise myself on my elbows and watch as his glistening cock pumps in and out of me fast, faster, harder … the head barely out before he drives back in, shoving me further into the bed with the aggressive and powerful thrusts of his hips. Skin against skin, I can feel him everywhere. Inside. Outside. My body, my soul—every membrane is taken over by this basic need to take, and take, and continue taking until I can’t anymore.
I whimper.
I moan.
My body hurts, but it hurts so damn good.
I lift my gaze to stare at him as he keeps pounding into me, and watch as he lets go of one of my legs, placing it on his hard chest, slippery with sweat. He licks two of his fingers and brings them inside me. I groan. It’s much too tight. He moves them along with his cock, stretching me until pain becomes unbearable pleasure. Until he utterly owns me.
“Good God, Blaire … the feel of you …”
I moan, my head twisting with the carnality of it, his fingers and his erection moving inside me. It aches. It’s beautiful. It’s decadent. We live through our bodies with every caress, every bead of sweat, every glance, and every touch until we can’t go on any longer.
“Lawrence … don’t stop … don’t stop … I’m … I’m—”
I can’t finish my sentence because his mouth suddenly covers mine, kissing me as hard as he’s fucking me, and I come undone. Like two planets violently colliding with one another, the power of my climax wipes out every thought, word, and action from my mind except the pleasure being torn from within me.
Cursing, Lawrence lets go of my legs and grabs my ass painfully, pulling me toward him and fucking me with wild and total abandon. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders as he pistons in and out of me without mercy. My nails dig into his skin as I bite his shoulder forcefully. Our bodies are covered in sweat; the room coated in the smell of sex.
I moan.
He curses.
When he’s about to come, he pulls out just in time to spill his seed on my stomach as a mighty groan rips from his chest. Closing his eyes, he tips his head back and gives himself a few final pumps, emptying himself on me. After a few slow seconds pass by, our fast breathing decreases and he opens his eyes, staring at me.
And what I see takes me by surprise.
His eyes laced with concern, he covers my body with his as his elbows encase my head. Pushing some of my hair that is stuck with sweat off my face, he asks, “Did I hurt you?”
I smile and shake my head. “No … but,” I lower a hand and wipe some of his cum off my stomach. Bringing it to my lips, I lick it clean before adding, “But you did make me forget all about that bank account of yours.”
He groans as he sees me lick his cum off my lips. “Fucking deadly … that’s what you are.”
Then his lips cover mine once more.
NAKED, I’M LYING ON MY STOMACH, feeling drowsy after a sleepless night of fucking. The soft pillow under my cheek invites me to fall asleep, when I feel Lawrence place a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. My sore lips form a lazy smile as I remember all the wicked things his mouth did to me last night.
He circles me as though he is admiring a work of art. “Bend over the bed and spread your legs wide, Blaire,” he orders.
I follow his instructions.
I walk toward the bed, place my hands on the expensive duvet that feels cold to the touch, and bend over. I stare ahead at the window filled with the lights from the city and wait for his next move.
A mixture of lust and anticipation makes lava run through me, and I feel as though I’m burning from the inside out. I’m about to turn around when I feel his naked torso behind me, his lips moving behind my ear. “Don’t move.”
I don’t listen to him and turn my head just in time to see him grab the thin scrap of lace between my ass, pulling it to the side, and trace the head of his cock along my slit. We both watch it get soaked in my body’s reaction to him.
“Feel how much I want you,” he says roughly, rubbing his erection between my ass cheeks.
I groan, fisting the duvet tightly.
Lawrence lets go of his cock and surprises me by pulling down my thong until it’s lying on the floor. After he discards it, he gets on his knees behind me and runs his hands along my legs. His touch is scalding. His touch is divine. His touch makes me shake, a devastating earthquake passing through me.
“Lawrence, please …”
He pushes me forward until the front of my thighs touch the bed. I feel his hands palm my ass, spreading me open to his inspection, and then it’s his tongue licking my clit and moving inside me … sucking … lapping … fucking my pussy. He eats me from behind, like he can’t get enough of me, and it’s driving me wild.
He pulls me closer to him, burying his face in my ass and continuing to torture me with his tongue. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him pumping his cock with his free hand—the furious flick of his wrist hypnotizing.
Fast …
Faster …
Harder …
Bringing us both closer to release. With my hands still on the bed, I watch as he releases me, stands up, and licks his lips that gleam with my desire before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Turn around and lie down on your back,” he orders, his chest heaving.
Breathing heavily, I don’t miss the way his eyes flare with hunger when they land on my breasts, and lie down. He moves on top of me, covering my body with his, and kisses me. Our lips and tongues twirl aggressively, the flavor of my body on his tongue, but then it’s all him. His taste. His essence.
He breaks the kiss.
Cupping my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples, making them hurt as he showers my neck with sullied kisses, he growls, “I’m going to fuck you now, Blaire. And I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good that you’ll forget all about our deal. It’s not my money that you’ll want, but my cock moving inside you, filling you. It’s me you’ll want.”
I stare at his face so close to mine, grab his cock in my hand and guide him to my hot entrance. Desire makes my hands slightly tremble. “I want you, Lawrence,” I say as I rub his head along my opening, wetting his dick. “So much.”
“Not as much as I want you.” He lowers his head and begins to suck my nipples in his mouth, licking and biting until they are deliciously tender. But I know he’s not as in control as he would like me to think. Beads of sweat trail down his forehead and his jaw is tightly clenched as I continue to stroke him against my opening. I know how close he is to losing said control.
I let go of him to wrap a hand around his neck, pushing him down, closer to my mouth, and whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Lawrence. I want to feel you inside me.”
“I hope you’re not delicate, darling, because I’m going to fuck you until I break you.”
And then he loses what little restraint he has.
He stands up, grabs me by the ass with one hand and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He rubs his cock on my clit, watching it get wet before he slides all the way inside in one deep and hard thrust that pushes me backward. I curse, my eyes rolling back as he fills me completely.
Straightening my legs, he grips them by the ankles and spreads them open as wide as he can … and begins to fuck my brains out. The grey sheets on the bed forgotten, the world outside these doors forgotten. We are lost in each other.
I raise myself on my elbows and watch as his glistening cock pumps in and out of me fast, faster, harder … the head barely out before he drives back in, shoving me further into the bed with the aggressive and powerful thrusts of his hips. Skin against skin, I can feel him everywhere. Inside. Outside. My body, my soul—every membrane is taken over by this basic need to take, and take, and continue taking until I can’t anymore.
I whimper.
I moan.
My body hurts, but it hurts so damn good.
I lift my gaze to stare at him as he keeps pounding into me, and watch as he lets go of one of my legs, placing it on his hard chest, slippery with sweat. He licks two of his fingers and brings them inside me. I groan. It’s much too tight. He moves them along with his cock, stretching me until pain becomes unbearable pleasure. Until he utterly owns me.
“Good God, Blaire … the feel of you …”
I moan, my head twisting with the carnality of it, his fingers and his erection moving inside me. It aches. It’s beautiful. It’s decadent. We live through our bodies with every caress, every bead of sweat, every glance, and every touch until we can’t go on any longer.
“Lawrence … don’t stop … don’t stop … I’m … I’m—”
I can’t finish my sentence because his mouth suddenly covers mine, kissing me as hard as he’s fucking me, and I come undone. Like two planets violently colliding with one another, the power of my climax wipes out every thought, word, and action from my mind except the pleasure being torn from within me.
Cursing, Lawrence lets go of my legs and grabs my ass painfully, pulling me toward him and fucking me with wild and total abandon. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders as he pistons in and out of me without mercy. My nails dig into his skin as I bite his shoulder forcefully. Our bodies are covered in sweat; the room coated in the smell of sex.
I moan.
He curses.
When he’s about to come, he pulls out just in time to spill his seed on my stomach as a mighty groan rips from his chest. Closing his eyes, he tips his head back and gives himself a few final pumps, emptying himself on me. After a few slow seconds pass by, our fast breathing decreases and he opens his eyes, staring at me.
And what I see takes me by surprise.
His eyes laced with concern, he covers my body with his as his elbows encase my head. Pushing some of my hair that is stuck with sweat off my face, he asks, “Did I hurt you?”
I smile and shake my head. “No … but,” I lower a hand and wipe some of his cum off my stomach. Bringing it to my lips, I lick it clean before adding, “But you did make me forget all about that bank account of yours.”
He groans as he sees me lick his cum off my lips. “Fucking deadly … that’s what you are.”
Then his lips cover mine once more.
NAKED, I’M LYING ON MY STOMACH, feeling drowsy after a sleepless night of fucking. The soft pillow under my cheek invites me to fall asleep, when I feel Lawrence place a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. My sore lips form a lazy smile as I remember all the wicked things his mouth did to me last night.
