Page 50 of Love After Never


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I drop my hand down to finger her pussy through the fabric of her pants, loving the way she jumps. Within seconds I’ve got her pants undone, sliding them down her hips and forcing her to shift her legs to give me better access to her.

I move my free hand to her ass and yank the material down to bare her to the room. Her chest faces the ceiling, her black cotton panties now visible. Tossing the pants aside, I yank her up to her knees by her hair, forcing her to look at me.

“I want you to suck me.” Still gripping her hair, I stand, the movement bringing her eye level with the bulge in my pants. “Take me out and suck me, Layla.”

She obeys and reaches out to tug down my zipper, freeing me from my boxers so that I bob in front of her face. I miss the heat of her on my hand, between her legs, but seeing the way her eyes narrow as she faces my cock is heady.

A small piece of her is shut down and locked away, I can see it on her face.

One day, I tell myself. One day she’ll do this freely.

What the fuck is that intrusive thought?

I fist my hand in her hair but she needs no guidance to lean forward and take me in her mouth. Those soft lips slide over the head of my cock while her tongue flicks along the underside. She closes her mouth around me and sucks deep. My eyes cross.

There’s no thought. Nothing except the pleasure of her. The way she tastes me.

I might have a hold on her but she is the one possessing me, in a way I never thought I’d like. Or want. Every ounce of instinct I possess demands I claim her and my cock thickens in her mouth.

“That’s it,” I whisper, smoothing a hand down her head to push the hair out of her face. “Good girl. Suck that cock. Look at me while I fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.”

She glances up at me and although there are tears at the corners of her eyes, there is something fierce about her. A warrior goddess who knows what she wants—and this is it. She might always try to be on top, even when she’s on the bottom, but she knows who she is. Despite the fear, despite everything, she’s going along with this because she wants to, and I don't give a shit what other excuses she gives me.

We’ll deal with them once we’re done here.

She slurps me down so that the tip of my cock presses against the back of her throat, her gags music to my ears. Once she’s adjusted to the size, the angle, I pick up the pace and start to fuck her mouth deeper. Faster.

She’s fully submitted to me.

Soon pleasure builds to the point where I need to stop before I blow myself too early. I pull her off of me with a growl and pop free from that spectacular mouth.

“I want you on your back, Layla. Lie down. Slide your panties off and open your sweet pussy for me,” I demand.

It’s pushing things to keep her on the bottom but we have to sell this.

I’ve got a reputation at this club, one that took nothing to earn but fucking some of the better Subs in here. Layla has her own reputation to anyone she’s Dommed before who may be here tonight.

And if we can do this right, we’ll get in and solve this shit.

Then go back to our separate lives.

Layla does as I ask, sprawled on her back and maintaining eye contact as she hooks her index fingers into the waistband of her panties. She slowly drags them over her hips, giving me an up-close and personal look at the small triangular thatch of hair, at the sweet lips of her dripping-wet cunt.

She pulls the panties off and tosses them aside, completely naked for me.

Only me.

My dick throbs and I stroke myself as I stare at her. “Touch yourself,” I order.

Her entire body clenches, seizing up for a moment.

I drop between her spread legs and knock them even farther apart.

“I want to see you finger yourself and spread that wetness all over yourself. I want to see it dripping down onto the stage. Know that I’m watching you, and because of this your pussy is mine until I say otherwise.”

Layla stills for a moment before she slips her fingers along her opening, through her folds. She’s spread open for the rest of the room.

Stroking myself with one hand, I watch her touch before I can’t hold myself back and add my thumb in, pushing against her clit. Her pussy is pink, wet, glistening, and ready for me.

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