Page 56 of Lawless
The second I collide with her wet, burning cunt, she tenses and sucks me deeper.
“Yes,” she hisses, rolling her hips in time with mine.
Confident she isn’t going anywhere, I release her leg and skim my hand up her body, teasing her breasts with my pointer fingers, circling her nipples, and refusing to give her what she really needs.
“Mav.” She moans when I flick one of her piercings. “Please.”
“Greedy little doll,” I muse, finally giving her what she’s so desperate for and gently tugging on her piercings.
They’re not fully healed, and I should probably leave them alone, but she makes it so fucking hard. Pun hugely intended.
She’s so needy and pliant. I fucking love it.
Could have been doing this for years, a little voice pipes up in the back of my head. But being here with her now, experiencing everything I am, I find it hard to regret anything.
Maybe it was always meant to be this way.
Maybe we were meant to have those years together, the world’s longest form of foreplay to really get to know who each other is before we embarked on this side of our relationship.
Alana might need this‚ crave this, but after the years of abuse she suffered, maybe she needed the time to figure out exactly what she wanted on her own terms.
“Stop thinking so hard,” she demands.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“It’s knocking you off your game.”
“I’d hate to give you any less than you deserve, Doll.”
“You’re perfect.”
A self-deprecating laugh tumbles from my lips. “I’m far from that, babe.” Lifting my hand again, I wrap my fingers around her throat. Her body startles at the bold move and my cock swells just thinking about how we look right now.
My fingertips graze her soft skin before my grip tightens, making her gasp and her body tremble even more violently as her need for release grows.
Leaning around her the best I can, I brush my nose across the shell of her ear.
“Are you going to come for me like a good girl, or are you going to be a brat again?” I rasp. I’m so close to her, I see all the little hairs lift on her upper arm and her nipples harden even more than I thought possible.
“I’ll be good,” she whispers. “For now.”
A growl rips from my throat as I think back to last night and the little brat/tamer role-play we had going on.
I’ve never experienced that before. All the women I was ever with prior to Alana just wanted to fuck a Hawk. They didn’t care about games or making more of it than what it was. They were whores who wanted to brag about whose dick they’d been bouncing around on.
But last night opened up a whole new kink that I can definitely get on board with. Hell, I’ll get on board with whatever she wants.
I want to be the man who gives her everything she desires and then some.
Will it push my boundaries? Because it’s her, yeah. But I’m pretty confident that I can figure a way around it. Having her coming all over my cock will certainly help.
“Oh God, Mav.” She gasps, barely able to breathe with my grip on her throat and her impending release. “More, I need more.”
I have a moment of hesitation, but her next cry of desperation shatters it in a heartbeat and I tighten my grip a fraction more, cutting off her air.
The second I do, she falls headfirst into an intense release. Her body convulses violently against mine as her greedy pussy sucks me deeper. But even that doesn’t seem enough as she screams through it.
The second she’s done, I release her throat and allow her to suck the air she needs into her lungs.