Devour Me, Baby(40)

I let go of her wrists and put her palms down on the wooden surface so they supported her position, back arched, tits thrust out. “These don’t move,” I instructed harshly. “And, I want you watching everything I do to you.” I was out of fucking patience, and I didn’t wait for her agreement before shoving her blouse up and pulling down the cups of her bra. My lips wrapped around one peak and I sucked it deep.

I glanced up through my lashes and drank in the sight of her hooded eyes watching me. I bit down lightly and she bit her bottom lip, turning it white in her effort to stifle her moans. I needed a taste of her. In record time, I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them, along with her underwear, all the way off.

I pushed her legs open as wide as they would go and bent her knees, setting her feet on the edge of the desk. My mouth immediately latched on to her pussy, devouring her sweet nectar. I licked and sucked, periodically driving my stiff tongue inside her, until she was vibrating with tension.

My girl was loud and normally, I fucking loved it. But, I didn’t want anyone hearing her come but me, and I wasn’t convinced she would be able to hold it in. So, I reached up and clamped a hand over her mouth before plunging a finger inside her and drawing her swollen clit between my teeth. A few thrusts and I was proved right as my hand muffled her scream while her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm.

I surged to my feet, unzipping my slacks and freeing my cock on the way. Grabbing her naked ass, I lined up my dick and pulled her forward roughly, impaling her until I was balls deep.

“Fuck!” I shouted before I realized what I’d done. Shit! Lilah giggled and I glared at her, quieting us both by taking her mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Her legs flew around me and my hips set a punishing pace, thrusting in and out, fast and hard. “We have to hurry, baby girl,” I whispered against her lips. “Squeeze that tight little pussy. I need you to come again.”

She clenched her walls, milking my cock and it grew impossibly bigger, aching with the need to let go. I was practically delirious with the delicious pain, but coherent enough to suck on Lilah’s sweet, rosy nipples and pinch her hard little clit.

The feel of her pussy rippling around me as she came had my orgasm barreling through me like a freight train, and I buried my face in Lilah’s neck to muffle my roar. Driving all the way in one last time, I planted myself deep and my cock splashed my seed all over her womb. The feeling seemed to set her off again and she bit down on my shoulder to keep from screaming. My dick began to spurt even harder, filling her until there was nothing left.

“Fuck, baby girl,” I panted quietly. “I can’t get enough of you. You’re coming home with me, and I don’t want to hear another argument about it.”

A knock on the door had Lilah’s head suddenly flying up, hitting me in the chin. “Son of bitch!” I yelped.

The door handle rattled. “Lilah?”





Chapter 8





Delilah



Hearing my father’s voice as I was coming down from an intense orgasm, with Ethan’s come dripping out of me, was a wakeup call I could have done without. We’d managed to get cleaned up and my clothes back on me lightning fast, but I’d had no idea how to explain what we’d been doing in there. Ethan had handled it for me after opening the door just enough so he could step outside and speak to my father. He’d made some lame excuse about me being emotionally overwhelmed, and when they walked away, I’d escaped to the suite where he’d put my luggage to lie down for a nap.

Between my fear of getting caught again and Ethan’s anger, the decision had been simple. I couldn’t stay at my father’s home for more than a few days. The next morning, I explained it to him—as beautiful as his home was and as much as I wanted to get to know him, I needed space for myself. The plan was for me to enjoy the weekend with him and Lola before moving in with my friend.

My father wanted to spend as much time with me as possible, and I was starting to realize he wasn’t quite the monster I’d built him up to be in my head. He kept me busy all day Saturday and other than a quick text to Ethan to let him know that I’d told my father I was moving on Monday, I didn’t have a chance to talk to him. I’d forgotten my phone in my room before we’d left the house after breakfast and we hadn’t made it back until almost two o’clock in the morning. By then, I’d been exhausted and had fallen asleep the moment I’d fallen into bed.

When I finally woke up, it was almost noon. I frantically reached for my phone and found ten missed calls and a dozen text messages—all from Ethan. I didn’t take the time to read them or listen to the voicemails he’d left, calling him instead. As the line rang on the other end, there was a knock on my door.