Page 8 of After Dark
He held her gaze, then reached down to pull his cock out again. He fisted it, running his hand up and down his own length, and watching her gaze start to glow. He took a moment to bask in the heat he saw there, the hunger.
“I’m going to fuck your face,” he told her. “You’re going to take it.”
She only stared up at him until he tilted his head slightly to one side. She flushed.
“Yes, sir,” she said quickly. “Thank you, sir.”
“We both know you’ll come. Little slut that you are. I’ll allow it.”
He watched the goosebumps shiver to life all over her arms, and thread their way down her neck. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered.
“You’ll take all of me,” he told her sternly. “I’m going to come down your throat, and I don’t want to see a single drop. You’ll swallow it all. This is an honor that I’m not sure you deserve, Josette.”
“Yes, sir,” she managed to say.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered her. And then he watched as she obeyed, immediately. She clasped her hands behind her and the position had the added benefit of making her breasts push forward as she arched her back. A perfect little view.
He reached over, sank his hands into those copper curls, and made them into fists. Then he pressed the thick head of his cock to her lips, grunting out his approval when she opened her mouth to let him in.
“Good girl,” he said again, and then he thrust deep.
He gave her no quarter. He didn’t prepare her, easing his way in, letting her remember the feel of him on her tongue.
He did exactly what he’d told her he would do. He fucked her mouth, got his cock down her throat, and he felt her fight to accommodate it. He could see the tears trickle out of the corner of her mouth and how tightly she gripped her own hands behind her back. He held her head where he wanted it, and fucked into her—grinning as she came almost at once, shaking against him as he held her fast and used her like an object.
He didn’t draw it out. She felt too good, and it wasn’t simply the clasp of her throat that pushed him over. It was her complete and total surrender. It was the beauty of her obedience.
It was her, Josette, the love of his life. The woman he’d spent his whole life believing he never find, come back again when he’d been sure she was lost forever.
He came in a rush, pouring himself down her throat. He heard her choke, but she kept going, taking him all. Just as he’d ordered her. She drank every drop he gave her and when he was finished coming and pulled himself out of her mouth, she sagged a bit. As if she was spent.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered her, and her gaze flew to his. At once. No matter how spent she might feel.
Arlo was so proud it felt almost like a pulled muscle.
“Welcome home,” he told her.
And he helped her to her feet, but he didn’t let her brush the grime from her knees. He made her walk like that, her hair a mess, her face a pretty little ruin, and that slutty, obvious dirt on her knees as an advertisement to anyone who looked at her. He kept his hand on the back of her neck as he steered her through the lobby of their building,bustling at this time of day. Then they stood on the elevator, where he hoped horny security guards were taking in how disheveled she looked. How very clear it was that she had just been down on her knees.
And then, when they got to the top floor, he opened the door to his apartment. The one she’d been haunting earlier, which his system had told him before he’d run into her like a ghost in the commons.
He threw open the door and nodded at his feet. Josette shuddered, but dropped to her hands and knees. Then crawled inside, because that was how good girls entered his home, he’d told her, years ago.
Arlo watched the sway of her ass and took in the glimpse of her pussy, gleaming with her arousal, as she crawled down his hall, the prettiest sight he’d seen in eighteen months, two weeks, and three days.
His Josette was back where she belonged.
At last.
Chapter Three
The apartment was exactly as Josette remembered it.
It still smelled like home and the scent hit her like a punch to the head. She wasn’t sure if it made her want to cry — or rather, she couldn’t quite tell if the tears gathered behind her eyes were joyful or painful or something else entirely.
Maybe it was all of the above.
Josette had spent a lot of years on her knees here and the fact he wanted her to crawl inside again tonight felt right. Something inside of her seemed to settle the moment her knees hit the hard wood, and it was that very samesomethingthat hadn’t felt anything like settled in all the time she’d been away.
