Hung:A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance(18)

A groan escapes me as I push into her, her tight walls hug my thick  cock. Hunched, I rest my head alongside her, my breath hot against her  ear

I lower my voice and say, "Do you love how fucking wet you are?"

Skye moans, a sound that rockets down my spine, straight to my balls.

"Answer me."

"Yes," she says, her voice so quiet and breathy I struggle to hear it.

"Just yes?" I say, digging my chin into her.

She moans again, higher in pitch and says, "Yes, sir."         

     



 

Good fucking girl. I could never tire of that sound coming from her mouth.

"Have you felt how wet you are?"

I take her hand and force it down the wall, across her front and between  her legs. As happy as my cock is right now, I pull it out. I take two  of Skye's fingers and push them in her entrance, in and out, in and out,  making her feel my effect on her.

"Feel this wet pussy. This pussy that's wet for me; because of me.  You've never been wetter, have you? You get wetter every single time I  fuck you. I'm not stopping now until the insides of your thighs are  coated, and you're dripping all the way to your pretty little ankles."





Chapter Twenty-One





Following Orders (Skye)





I moan at Lawson's words. Holy fuck, his words. His breath is hot across  my ear as he speaks to me, his voice a primal growl, his words enough  to leave me breathless.

Part of me is confused, I can't believe he's making me touch myself like  this. Except it feels so good. I'm so wet I can feel what he does to me  on my thighs already.

"You're not wet enough yet. I need you extra wet to fit my thick cock in this tight little pussy."

He takes my fingers from inside me. With his fingertips on mine, he  pushes my fingers through my folds. He lays my fingers on top of my  clit.

"I want you to touch yourself. Show me how you rub it."

I swallow. It's too much, my body is no longer responding to my commands.

"You're not doing it. I want you to touch yourself." Lawson's chin digs  into me as he repeats himself, and the sharp pain causes my eyes to  close.

I move my fingers, a delicate motion over my clit, Lawson's fingertips rest on top of mine, feeling every move I make.

"Do you think of me when you do this in your bed at night?"

A breathy moan leaves my lips as I remember touching myself the night I'd first met him. And all the nights after that.

"Tell me. Did you run home and touch yourself after I first kissed you?  Did I make you wet even then, when you were an innocent virgin?"

Goosebumps coat my skin.

"Did you think of my face when you came?"

A part moan, part cry of admission, flies from my mouth. My heart is  beating fast, my breath shallow, I want to move, to push some of these  overwhelming internal feelings out, but can't. He has me where he wants  me, and I can't do anything.

Like he demands, my fingers work away at my clit, Lawson feeling every  tap. My pussy is desperate for something in it: a finger, his dick,  anything.

"Did you?"

"Uh huh," I admit.

"Before you knew my name?"

"Yes." My tongue sticks on the s, hissing the word.

"How bad did you want me? Did you want me bursting through your  innocence and filling you with my massive cock? Were you dreaming about  all the things you wanted me to do to you?"

"Holy fuck, yes." I'm so close, so fucking close.

"Is this how you touched yourself? When you thought of me? Dreamed of me  fucking you until you forgot your own name? Did you think I'd be gentle  with you? That my big cock wouldn't rip you open? Do you know how  fucking good my cock felt being wrapped in your tight pussy that first  time? In the pussy that belongs to me?"

I scream so loud, Lawson puts his lips on mine to dampen the sound. My  entire body pulsates as the orgasm radiates through me. My fingers go  limp, but Lawson keeps them moving with his own.

Once my body calms, he takes his mouth away from mine.

"Let's find out how wet you are now," he says, pushing my fingers back down my slit to my entrance.

"Feel that," he says, pushing my fingers into my opening, "Feel how wet  you are just thinking about me. You're dripping down to your knees. Just  think what it's going to be like when you come on my cock."

Lawson puts his hands on my ribs, turns me and moves us the short  distance from the wall to Kelso's round bed. He nudges me, and I land on  the bed. I roll onto my back, watching him.

He tosses his suit jacket onto the bed. His pants are open from before,  and he strips the belt from them. My eyes widen, as he holds the belt in  his hands while he sheds his pants. He's now wearing boxers and his  dress shirt, the sight alone is enough to send shivers over me.

"Put your arms at your sides," he says as he comes toward me with the belt in his hands.

I do as he says, my heart fluttering, wondering what he's doing to me.  He hadn't done anything like this at his house. He slides the belt  underneath me and buckles it, trapping my arms at my sides.

"I'm going to make you come so hard you'll need to be restrained."         

     



 

My thighs clench in anticipation. I watch as Lawson glances around the  room. He grabs a leopard print scarf that's been draped over the lamp  and twirls it into a long, narrow piece of fabric.

Without saying anything, he lays the fabric across my eyes and fastens  it behind my head. Blindfolded, I can no longer see him. Everything is  instantly heightened as I try to anticipate what he is going to do next.

Lawson's breath blows over my neck and down my front. I expect him to  kiss my breasts, but instead his lips crush against mine. Our tongues  twirl and explore each other's mouths.

His mouth pushes hard against mine and, without warning, his fingers  drive into me, pressing against my sensitive front wall, causing my hips  to rock with the rapidly building tingling.

And just as fast, his fingers are gone. His mouth is gone. I turn my  head, wondering where Lawson is and anticipating what he's doing.  There's nothing for a moment, only the heavy sound of my breath.

The very tips of his fingers pinch both my nipples, sending a pulse  directly to my core. I moan in delight at the sharpness of his touch.

Both his hands cup my breasts, kneading them. I spread my legs, urging  his attention lower. Lawson makes a noise that I'm sure is accompanied  by a smirk on his face.

His hands move to my thighs, pushing them into the bed. His hot breath blows over my lips. I can feel my wetness trickling down.

Lawson spreads my lips wide with his fingers, and the air is cool  against my exposed parts. He licks over me, his tongue flicking at my  clit and entrance, and then he traps my clit between each of his index  fingers.

I gasp when he pinches my clit as he rolls it back and forth in his  fingertips. His tongue enters me, probing me at the same speed as his  fingers. My body fills with fire. I'm building, building.

I'm desperate to move my hands, to hold his head. To bury my own face in  my hands. But the more I try to move, to free them, the more tangled up  I become. For some reason, the fact I can't move fuels my excitement  even more.

I start to moan, the sound growing louder and louder until I'm screaming  under his touch. Lawson pulls away and moves up my body.

"Shh, there's other people in the house." He slips the blindfold over my  nose and into my mouth. He tightens it, gagging me. My jaw is wide, to  accommodate it.

"Now you can scream all you fucking want. You're going to need to, when I get done with you."

Lawson moves back down and wastes no time sucking my clit into his  mouth. Two of his thick fingers find my entrance, pushing into me. He  circles them around, stretching my walls in all directions.

I'm tingling and pulsing all over, every part of my body is humming under his touch.

He flicks my clit and adds a second finger. My breath is labored under  the gag. I close my eyes and try to relax into the bed, to enjoy the  sensations bubbling over me.

Lawson sucks my clit hard, harder than ever before. It draws all my  attention, sending a fresh rush of tingles throughout my body. While I'm  distracted, one of his fingers pushes into my ass. Holy fucking shit.

I inhale sharply, causing the gag to suck deeper into my mouth. No one  has ever touched me there, obviously. I didn't know, didn't expect this.  Fuck me.

He moves the fingers in my pussy and the finger in my ass together,  flicking my clit in time with them. I squeeze my eyes shut. Everything  is gone, the world has melted away.

I'm fucking exploding. My whole body is exploding in the most intense way I've ever imagined.

I scream and moan through the gag. My legs start to buck. My entire body wiggles and gyrates on the bed.

Three words fly through my head on an endless repeat: holy fucking hell.





Chapter Twenty-Two





A Sticky Mess (Lawson)





Damn, I love how fucking responsive Skye is to my touch. I could never get tired of this.

Her walls spasm around my fingers in a vice grip. A grip I want to feel around my cock.

Even with the gag to dampen her noises, my balls are tight and aching from the sounds she makes.