Doll Face(51)

“Hey, I'm not arguing,” I whisper as she slides her hand down my shaft, gripping so tight that I have a hard time forcing the words out. “Especially if that's how you really see me. I was thinking deadbeat dad was a more accurate term for my iniquities.” Lola scoffs and tightens her grip enough that I drop my hand to her forearms and grunt, the breath suctioned from my lungs with a single touch. Holy crap. Not only do I think Lola is the most rockin' chick I've ever met, but the lack of sex has left my skin hypersensitive. Her touch feels like molten fire as she works my body like we've known each other for ever, like she knows exactly where to touch. Either that or she's just that good.

“Shut the fuck up, Ronnie,” Lola tells me, leaning forward and raising herself up to her toes, touching her lips to mine. That molten fire travels up my spine and into my limbs, into my mouth. I find the fingers of one hand curling in Lola's hair, the other sliding around her back and pulling her closer to me. Our tongues tangle together and I feel a frenzy wash over me, a desperate need to pick Lola up and slam her back into the wall of the sitting area, fuck her bareback and dirty, feel her wetness sliding over me. I moan and she growls back, pumping me harder, faster.

My left hand squeezes her ass, the supple flesh bulging between my fingers as I tighten my grip enough that she whimpers into my mouth. But she doesn't stop fucking my cock with her hand, doesn't stop kissing me with enough force to bruise. Unconsciously, I scoot us forward, pull her back with my hand on her hair and her ass. When Lola's back hits the wall and she grunts, I snap back into my senses a little. Condom.

“One sec, babe, one sec.” Lola growls at me as I pull back and refuses to let go of my cock, keeping me hostage with her breasts heaving and a bead of sweat trailing between them, soaking into the bright pink fabric of her lacy bra. Fuck me with a fat dildo. How the hell am I supposed to say no to that? “I have to get a condom,” I whisper as she drops to her knees, one hand still wrapped around my dick. My throat gets dry and I have a really hard time wetting my lips enough to speak. “One sec,” I repeat, but Lola holds me tight, pumps me hard and draws pre-ejac from the tip of my cock.

“No. I'm tired of your whore jobs. Only prostitutes put condoms on to blow dick, Ronnie.”

“I'm just trying to protect you,” I whisper back, wondering if there's anything in this world that's less sexy than freaking diseases. Shit. If I've stayed true to Asuka all these years, I'd have been ready for Lola, ready to start a life that didn't include tests and baggage and baby mamas and kids. But this is the hand I dealt myself, so I'm going to roll with it and play my best cards.

Lola ignores me, tracing the shape of her lips with the head of my cock. Pre-cum shimmers on her mouth and breaks down my pattern of logical thought. Goddamn it. I let my head fall back and rest my hands on her scalp, curling my fingers in that dark, dark hair of hers. It's perfectly straight, soft, teasing the whorls of my fingertips as I increase the strength of my grip in conjunction with the pressure of her mouth against my dick. Lola pauses to press a series of wet kisses down my shaft, squeezing my balls with her left hand before finally taking me into her mouth. She grips the base as she envelops my cock into the ardent blaze of her mouth.

Son of a bitch.

I feel my eyelids droop as my body sags with the pleasure, forcing me to move one hand from Lola's hair to the wall. This is the first time I've had the privilege of feeling her bare against my dick and it's fucking intoxicating. How am I supposed to make good decisions when my brain feels like it's been scraped out and fried up, shoved back and scrambled? Motherfucker.

Lola hums as she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, paying special attention to the sensitive underside. With my thoughts virtually obliterated, the only image that runs through my addled brain is of throwing Lola over the bed and fucking her from behind, no condom, just my dick in her tight pussy. I mean, if her mouth feels this good …

Lola keeps a tight grip on the base of my shaft, slamming her mouth against her fist and deep throating my cock. My fate is fucking sealed and I groan, leaning over, putting my weight against my outstretched arm and using the wall for support as I come hard and fast, shooting a load deep into Lola's throat. My muscles tighten and then release, leaving me a melted frigging mess as she pulls away and visibly swallows. My eyes get caught on her throat, working to swallow my seed. I swear, I'm hard again by the time she gets to her feet.

“Not so bad, was it, mate?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her waist and shoving her into the wall. When we kiss, I taste the saltiness of my body on her lips and feel a possessive growl rip through my throat. It feels wrong that I've been with other women without a condom when Lola and I are stuck here in this limbo, waiting for stupid frigging test results. Lydia should be her daughter; Phoebe should be. For the first time in forever, I imagine what it'd be like to get Lola pregnant, to actually stick around and see what the whole process is like, to hold my kid as soon as they take their first breath in this weird, twisted ass world. “Not so bad at all. I think I could handle that on a daily basis. Or hell, even two, three times a day if that's what it takes to make you happy.”