“Come inside me, King.” She brushes her lips over mine. “Please.”
I don’t hesitate.
I bury myself in her. Just like last week, it still requires some work, some time, but not as much. And in moments, I’m fully seated inside her snug, hot pussy. Pleasure so intense, so decadent, races up and down my spine, sizzling in my brain before sending the signal to my entire body that it’s in pure heaven. She’s slick, dripping wet and her previous orgasm has only made her tighter around my cock. Tomorrow, my dick should be black and blue from her grip, and I’d tattoo every fucking bruise to keep a reminder of this on me.
“Let me know when, baby.” I rake my teeth down the column of her throat, nip her collar bone. “It’s all you.”
“Move.” She twists underneath me, rolling her hips and sending bolts of lust through me. I grind against her as if I can drive more of my cock into her sex. “Oh God, King.”
Levering off her, I hook an arm beneath her knee and bend it back toward her chest, opening her pussy up for me. Tilting her hips up, I pull free of the clasp of her body, enthralled by the sight of my dick, wet with her.
“Look at us. Look at me fuck you.” I glance up, making sure she’s staring down at us joined.
And her expression… Damn. I almost come from that alone. There’s awe, greed and lust suffusing her features. Those brown eyes gleam, and her lips, swollen from my hungry kisses, part on fast pants. Leaning forward, I cup her nape, supporting her as I slide back inside her pussy. Together, we watch her part for me, suck me inside, take me.
It’s beautiful.
It’s hot as fuck.
“Again,” she demands on a whisper.
I repeat it, pulling free, pistoning inside.
“Again.”
Each slow drag of her pussy over my cock is exquisite torture, and it’s not long before she’s undulating and writhing, demanding more, and I break. Leaning into the back of her thigh, I plunge into her over and over, pounding us both toward that ledge, that abyss. Lowering her leg, I haul her up the bed and flatten my hands against the headboard, using it as leverage to fuck her hard and deep. She wraps her arms around me, nails digging into my back, her cries muffled against my chest. I feel the moment she comes. Her pussy seizes ahold of my cock, spasming and milking me.
“Fuck.” I hammer into her pussy, chasing after her, and I don’t have far to run.
In seconds, pleasure grips me, and I’m exploding, falling after her, Lennon’s name a prayer on my lips.
On my soul.
7
Lennon
Iclose the door of my car and round the hood, gaze on my childhood home. Funny how one day it can feel like home and on the next, it’s like a stranger. And I’m a visitor. Not by choice. As of two weeks ago, the day I declined Dad’s lunch…well, it wasn’t exactly an invitation. More of a command performance. Either way, I haven’t been welcomed here. Not for lunch or Sunday dinner or a casual drop-in to see how he’s doing.
Until today.
Unease curdles in my belly as I climb the front steps onto the porch. Grief steals in underneath that disquiet. I never thought there’d come a time when there would be this cold distance between me and Dad. Of course, we’ve had disagreements before, but he didn’t cut me off for them. No, this is different. And now, after a two week silence, I’ve been summoned. And there’s no other way to describe it. He actually had his assistant call and set up a time for me to come to the house.
Who said judges were above petty?
I lift my key to the lock but at the last second fist it and knock on the door. Moments later, Dad opens it.
“Lennon.”
“Hi, Dad.”
A beat of silence passes between us and I have the urge to hug him, kiss his cheek like normal. But his shuttered eyes and formal demeanor discourage it. He’sgreetingme, notwelcomingme. I’m a guest here, and that unease and grief twists harder.
He steps back and waves me in.
“Come in. Let’s go to the study.” He doesn’t wait for my acquiescence but turns and heads down the hall, leaving me to follow.
Closing the door behind me, I do. When I enter the study, better known as Dad’s home office, he’s walking to his desk and rounding it. There are a couple of armchairs flanking either side of the desk, and I sit on one.