Overlooked(2)(25)

Lawson’s words wash over me, making me wetter when I hadn’t thought it possible. All I can do is moan in response.

“I said, this is your warning.”

Oh God, his voice ignites a fire in me and I say, “Okay.”

He puts his lips to my ear and through gritted teeth says, “Okay, what?”

My eyes widen and the flames in me ratchet up to a white hot heat. “Okay, sir.”

Lawson groans in approval and rocks into a rhythm. Soon, I’m tilting my hips as he fucks me harder and faster. I scream as I come on his cock. An explosion of heat bursts through my body, leaving me panting.

But Lawson doesn’t stop; his thrusts get even deeper, marking me as his. He rams in his cock to the hilt, and my pussy lusts for every inch of him.

His thrusts are faster now; wilder. I’m building and building and he’s pounding and pounding, the sweat pouring off both of us.

Lawson groans, a heady and erotic noise. My body responds by spasming hard around his cock, the spasms ripple up through my body and I think I’ll melt into a puddle on his bed.

He thrusts deep into me one last time, releasing his seed.

I struggle to catch my breath. Every muscle in my body has been used. There’s no way I’m walking out of here tonight. I hadn’t planned to stay the night, but unless Lawson carries me home, I’m not moving.

I watch as he walks across the room to his ensuite. His ass is as sculpted as the rest of his incredible body.

Unable to move, I’m still in the same position when he comes back. Suddenly aware of how exposed I am, I haul his comforter over me.

“Don’t cover yourself. I was enjoying the view,” Lawson says, pulling the cover back off me.

My breathing had calmed, but now, with him standing over the bed raking his eyes over me, it speeds again. I watch his eyes move slowly up my body until they reach mine and he says, “I hope you don’t plan on going anywhere tonight.” Though it seems impossible, a tinging blooms between my legs again.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”





The Foundation

(Lawson)



That was the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had. It’s like this is what I’ve been looking for in all those other women. And a virgin. Skye’s pussy is mine and mine alone. No one else will ever taste her sweet nectar.

I don’t know what it is about her that makes me think things like that. I’ve lived my life convincing myself I don’t need anyone. That I didn’t want anyone because all they wanted out of me was my money.

An issue Skye clearly doesn’t have. But even if she did, I’m not convinced I’d mind.

I lay on the bed beside her, my hand grazes over her perfect peach of a body. The body I’m claiming.

Pulling the comforter over us, I turn out the light and bring her close to me.

I don’t wake up until nine. That happens when you’re up fucking half the night. I came four times in total, Skye countless more. The noises I drew out of her are enough to make me hard just thinking about them.

Skye is still asleep. She’ll probably be for some time, I doubt she fell asleep until very late. It isn’t every night you lose your virginity. I still can’t believe she didn’t tell me beforehand. My dick twitches again just thinking about it, and I adjust it to get it to behave.

After a quick shower, I head to the kitchen and start making breakfast. In anticipation of having Skye here, I gave all my staff the weekend off and ordered them to stay away from the house.

I don’t want Miss The Rich Are Evil to lecture me about having them. She’d probably demand proof I’m paying into their retirement funds.

It’s the kind of attitude that pisses me off when I see it on the news, but when it comes out of her, it doesn’t. Nothing that ever passed through those full lips could offend me.

While I’m frying up some bacon, Skye appears in the kitchen doorway.

“Good morning,” she says.

“You found me.”

“I followed my nose. I’m starving.”

“Perfect.”

“I’m amazed you know how to cook,” she says when I set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her.

“I’m not completely useless.” I know she’s implying that she thought I’d have a cook, what with all my money. And I do have a cook. But I decided before our date that I’d avoid the topic of money today.

We talk while eat our breakfast, the words flowing fast and easy between us. I’m surprised to learn she’s estranged from her parents, but don’t push anything. That’s her business.

“More coffee?” I offer.

“Always.”

I’m about to gesture with my hand to my housekeeper to pour us more coffee, but I realize I’ve given her the day off and quickly pull my arm back, hoping Skye hasn’t noticed. I jump up and get the pot, and pour us each another cup.