She wasn’t pleased when I told her about the new security feature added to the house: armored doors Julij kindly installed in the walk-in wardrobe while we were in Texas.
“Just in case she needs to hide,”he said.
And I approved.
Layla rounds the car, climbs onto my lap, and clasps her fingers on the nape of my neck. She leans in to steal an innocent peck, grazing her nose over mine with an ever-so-soft sigh. Cheeky little bug. She knows damn well how hard those needy whimpers make me. I can’t get enough of her body now that she’s back and mine again.
My head hits the headrest. A low, strained growl rumbles at the base of my throat as my fingers climb under the hem of her skirt to graze the soft skin of her thighs. “Go, Star. I have a lot to do, and it’s getting late.”
She sighs again, moving her small hands to cup my face as she leans in for another kiss. Deeper this time. The rhythm of her lips is slow and gentle, but her breathing turns shallow. “I’m sorry I left. I had to see Jess.”
“I know, baby.” I pat her hip. “Get going.”
Hot, plump lips draw a line across my jaw to stop at my ear. I dig my fingers into her hips as a rush of desire floods my system when she nips at my earlobe. “Don’t keep me waiting too long. I’m so, so wet...” With one last soft sigh, she steps out of the car to climb the stairs.
Now she’s fucking done it. I’m sporting a bad case of wood, aching to find release in her wet pussy. I rake my hand through my hair, mesmerized by the seductive sway of her hips. She stops at the top step, looks over her shoulder, and winks with a cute smile. God, she’s fucking perfect.
With an exasperated huff, I exit the car. This evening is far from over, but I know I’ll be distracted for the rest of the night if I don’t get my fill of her now. Layla’s in the living room, kicking her shoes off when I catch up with her.
“I thought you needed to leave.” She bites her lip when I grip her by her waist and sit her on the bar. “Don’t you havesomany things to do tonight?”
“Yeah. One of them is you.” I take her sweater off and fling it over my shoulder, only now spotting Grace on all fours, polishing the skirting boards. “You better leave.”
She scrambles to her feet, red in the face as she whirls out of the room into the kitchen. Not the best choice. The only way out of there is through the living room, but I honestly couldn’t care less now that my fingers are under Layla’s skirt, touching the wet fabric of her panties. I rip them off, destroying the tenth pair since she came back to Chicago.
I yank her closer to the edge of the counter, ready for a feast. “Legs on my shoulders.” I bunch her skirt around her waist. “Knees apart. Show me how wet you are.” I dip my head, high on her smell, the silky-smooth texture of her skin, and the perfect pink paleness of her pussy. I lick her bottom to top, groaning in pure delight. “So sweet.”
A soft moan slips out of her mouth. She inhales, her ribs showing, and when she exhales, I push two fingers inside her, earning a strained gasp. No way I’ll ever get enough of hearing and seeing her come. We had sex this morning, but I’m starved for her already.
“That’s it,” she breathes, grasping my hair when I curl my fingers to stroke her G spot. “Don’t stop, please, I...”
Words fail her—the most arousing thing of all when she can’t articulate her thoughts. I work faster the more her legs shake on my shoulders, and she grinds her hips over my face searching for her high.
“Not so fast.” I stop when she’s close and rob her of my fingers and lips, taking her by her arm. “On your toes, baby, legs apart, hands and cheek on the wall.” She’s such a good girl when she obeys without hesitation. “You think you’ll get rewarded for leaving the house without permission?” I slide my zipper, free my cock, and yank Layla’s skirt up again. “Naughty girls don’t get rewarded. They get punished.”
“This is supposed to be punishment?” she half says, half moans when I drive into her, burying myself as deep as I can in one smooth thrust. “Feels like a reward.”
“You’ll change your mind.”
I clasp my hand around her throat, forcing the back of her head to rest on my shoulder. She’s on her tippy-toes, spine arched to expose the brain-melting curve of her hip. I thrust harder, making her more audible each time I hit a sensitive spot. I know she loves it when I fuck her against the wall, and I sure love the easy access to her clit this position offers. She’s soaking wet. The slickness coats my cock; her erotic gasps and moans spur me on, filling the house and my head. I’m pretty sure the whole fucking neighborhood can hear her right now. She’s not one to keep quiet.
“Oh God!” she cries out when I circle the swollen bud with two fingers. Ten seconds and I stop when she’s right there, on edge. “No... don’t, please, I—”
“I told you this is not a reward. You want to come, baby?” I graze my fingers down her thighs.
“Yes! Yes, please.” She wriggles her sweet butt, pressing herself to me as she tries to cheat the system, looking for a bit of friction that’ll set her off.
I grip her hips, holding her still. “Promise to behave.”
“What?!” Her knees buckle when I circle her clit again just a few times, enough to drive her mad, enough to tear another loaded moan out of her lips.
“Promise not to be so fucking reckless, Layla. Promise to do as I say until the hit is closed.” I tease her again. She’s always sensitive, but right now, she’s a few shallow thrusts away from coming undone in my arms.
“I promise!” she cries when I stop again. “Don’t stop. I promise I’ll behave.”
I pull back to drive into her again, resuming the hastened pace. “I’ll fucking die if anything happens to you.” I close my teeth on her shoulder, pumping harder when her walls tighten around my cock. Five thrusts, and she’s coming. My name on her lips among a melody of erotic moans. Snaking my arm around her middle to keep her upright while her legs shake, I hold her flush to me as her body vibrates. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. I love seeing you like this.” I follow her into the pleasant, inviting abyss, holding my petite star in my arms for dear life until the blurriness clears from my eyes.
She pants, whimpering when I slide out of her wet warmth, readjusting her skirt in the process. “I should get on your nerves more often if this is how you want to punish me.” She spins around, resting her back on the wall, eyes glossy, cheeks flushed.