Page 37 of Incoming Layne Shift

Gage pulled her upright to face him. With gentler hands, he drew her face in to kiss her affectionately. Layne melted into the kiss, her hands landing on top of his chest to explore each cut and line of the strength of his body.

As the kiss grew deeper, Gage walked her back to the elongated chaise section of the sofa, refusing to break their connection as he did so. His hands quickly unlatched his belt and opened up his pants to drop them down to the floor.

With an increasing need for her reward from him, she pulled away from his mouth and laid herself back on the large section of the sofa. Layne smiled as she parted her legs for him, letting him see just how worked up he had her. The light pink folds between her legs soaked with her arousal.

Her eyes sparkled as she watched him dispose of the rest of his clothes. The grand reveal of the swords tattooed on his swollen cock had her hand dropping down between her legs, her fingers finding her sensitive clit and beginning to circle it. A moan slipped from between her lips. “I need you to take my pussy, Gage.”

He didn’t think his dick could grow even harder than it was, but when he saw Layne begin to play with herself, he damn near exploded. Smiling, he knelt on the cushion between her legs, positioning them against his shoulders.

His hand pulled her fingers away from her nub and slowly sucked the taste of her body from them before letting her go. “You better ask nicer if you want me stretching out your tight cunt with my dick.”

Gage’s hand went down the length of her boot until he found the zipper and slowly eased it off her foot. Doing the same with the other as he admired Layne’s body laid out for him, waiting and begging to take him inside her.

She squirmed as she saw him hovering closer to her entrance. “Please, Sir, fuck me with your cock.”

“Much better,” he grinned and grabbed ahold of her legs up against the front of his chest. He placed a few soft kisses on each of her legs, making her wait just a little longer. “I could stare at your body all night long, watch as you stay wet with anticipation of having me shove myself balls-deep inside of you.”

Layne whimpered as he continued to deny her of the thing that she yearned desperately for. Her legs pulled against his hands which held them still. She was pretty sure she would lose her sanity if he didn’t get inside of her soon.

As much as he was enjoying watching her ache for him, he had his own hard need for her. Gage rubbed the tip of his cock over her clit, relishing in how Layne cried out at the brief contact. Before she could beg for him, he lined up and pushed inside of her, making those swords disappear in her body.

Immediately, he groaned out in pleasure in unison with Layne’s loud moan as he filled the tight space of her primed and ready cunt. At that point, he couldn’t hold himself back as he leaned over, forcing her legs over his shoulders and he began to drill into her roughly. Watching as his movements had her beautiful breasts bouncing, he groaned out appreciatively.

The sensation of him shoving inside of her sent her into a tailspin. Ecstasy began pulsing through her veins, and her voice saturated with pleasure filled the room. Her hand squeezed onto one of his that was braced on the cushion while her other found the back of his neck.

Gage showered kisses all over her body, starting at her shoulder and working his way up her throat until he found her mouth. Each time, she moaned against his lips, he felt his dick fiercely ache with more desire inside her.

“Ah! Gage! Yes!” Her already tight walls began to squeeze even more around him as the peak of her pleasure built up to its breaking point. With stars floating across her vision she cursed out, calling Gage’s name as she came.

“Baby, that’s fuckin’ it, come for your Daddy,” he growled into her ear. As Layne got lost in the depths of her pleasure, Gage couldn’t fight his own anymore and he gave a final thrust into her as his cum shot out like a damn bottle rocket.

Panting and resting his face up against the side of her neck he gave tiny kisses. Despite having asserted his dominance over her and having her submit to him, deep down he knew that very quickly he was the one becoming a slave to her. He was damn sure that no matter what Layne asked for, he would give it.

CHAPTER TWENTY

She balanced on the chair as she reached up to hang yet another framed picture on the wall of McGregor’s. It was one of what felt like hundreds of photos she had reframed after the pub had been trashed the night Sean’s body was discovered. So many of the framed images had been broken and scattered. Some of the actual photographs hadn’t been salvageable, but she had saved what she could.

The walls had always been covered in snapshots of patrons from across the many years and she sure as hell wasn’t going to allow this incident to dishonor that part of Sean’s heart and soul.

“Layne, we can have someone else do this.” Joey chimed in from behind her. He watched as she stubbornly stood on her tiptoes to stretch to reach the nail on the wall just a few inches out of reach.

“No. I need to do this. They’re holding Sean’s wake here tomorrow and hell if I’m going to let this place look anything except as it should. Besides, I want to send a message to whoever did this.” She grunted as she cursed her short legs.

Not waiting to watch her fall and break her neck, Gage wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her so she could make the next few inches to hang the frame from the nail. Once the frame was secured, he softly dropped her onto her feet while keeping his arms around her.

“You’re not going to send much of a message if you fall off a chair and break yourself.” Gage gave her a gentle scolding before patting her on the ass and letting go of her.

She sighed quietly knowing that he had a point. “That was the last one anyway.”

Joey came up to her, turning her to face him. “It looks great.” He leaned down and gave her a loving kiss.

While moving the wooden chair she had been using back to the table it had come from, Gage glanced over at the two of them. “How did the rest of the meetings go with the other families?” With things at his strip club picking up thanks to some porn convention in town, he had been unable to accompany Layne to several of the meetings she had with the other faction heads. Joey had happily stepped in to play the big, bad, masked man at her side.

Layne shrugged. “A few of them feigned ignorance. Two of them outright didn’t want to get involved, which leads me to believe they’re in Russell’s pocket. Kuznetsov seemed to be the most willing to help. The rest of them seemed supportive, but who knows when push comes to shove where they’ll land.”

“What time is your meeting with Russ tonight?” Joey checked his watch, wanting to ensure they would have enough time to prepare.

“Ten o’clock. He said he’d text the location to me an hour ahead of time.” Layne readjusted her hair, pulling it back into a loose ponytail at the back of her head.

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