Page 109 of Laila Manning
I smiled, already knowing what I wanted from him, if he was going to let me have free rein. Slowly, I slid down the wall until I was on my knees at his feet—a place he told me I’d never be allowed.
Zeke’s nostrils flared when I pulled his zipper down, “Laila.” He warned.
Pulling his cock out of his pants, I kissed the tip of it as I looked up under my lashes at him. “I think I might come from sucking your cock alone.”
“Fuck.” He moaned, rocking his jaw as I teased the tip of him with my tongue. “Laila.”
“Dove.” I argued, sucking him deep into my mouth and making him hiss when I dragged my teeth over his shaft. “When your cock is in my mouth, I’m your Dove. Don’t disrespect me by using my given name when I’m on my knees for you.”
His body shook as I sucked him, using every single skill and technique I knew to drive him wild. I pushed his button-down shirt out of the way so I could see the deliciously deep V up his stomach and then demanded, “Take it off for me. I want to see all of you.”
He leaned off the wall and pulled his shirt buttons undone, ripping it off his chest as he threw his shirt and jacket to the side while I kept pleasuring him. I pulled his pants and underwear down as he kicked his shoes off and stripped until he was completely naked for me.
Almost every inch of his skin was tattooed, and I loved deciphering the ink like a story playing out in front of me, but right now, I wanted to leave my own mark on his skin. Digging my nails into his abs, I dragged them down, pulling a hiss from his lips as he pushed into my touch more until his skin pebbled with red marks under the black ink of an Icarus portrait above his groin.
“That’s it.” He growled, lifting my hands to his sides and pushing my nails into him again as I took his cock deep into my throat. “Again.”
Dragging my nails down his sides, I left more marks as his pre-cum coated my tongue. “You want to come for me, don’t you?” I flicked my tongue across the hole in his cock, and he bucked.
“Wrong.” He lifted me under my arms and pushed me into the wall as he held me with a gentle hand around my neck. His fingers ripped my clothes off one-handed until I was as naked as he was, writhing and grinding against his skin in desperation. “I want to come inside of you.”
“Mmh,” I moaned and squealed when he lifted me and pinned me to the wall, my legs wrapped around his hips instinctively. He lined up and pushed deep into my wet body without warning, and I eagerly took him. I needed him as badly as he needed me. “Fuck me, Zeke.” I dared, biting his fingers when he pushed them into my mouth as he caught my hands in his other hand, pinning them above my body. “Own me.”
“As if there was anything else to call this.” He snapped, slamming into me with strong thrusts until I was clawing at his body, dragging more marks across his back and neck as I rubbed my clit against hisgroin. “I own you. And you own me, Dove. I’ve never belonged to a woman the way I do to you. Never.”
“I love you,” I cried, coming on his cock with my declaration in the air, vibrating off my screams as he punishingly thrust into me. “Don’t stop.” Begging him for more when he had already given me so much was rude, but I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want him to go back to being that cool and collected man who kept control of everything around him.
Right now, I wanted him to crumble for me.
Because of me.
With me.
He pulled me off the wall and we landed on the floor, with him on top of me as he rutted deeper into me, widening his hips and spreading my legs around his waist to leave me unable to do anything but take him.
And God, did I take him.
“Yes, baby.” I moaned as he bit my neck before flipping me onto my hands and knees. “Fuck me hard.”
His hand peppered my ass, and I arched my back as he gave me every inch from behind. He was possessed and feral as he fucked me, biting, squeezing, spanking and marking me. Filthy things spoken into my ear and his cock relentlessly pushing my body into orgasmic bliss, time and time again.
But not once did I associate his roughness with any from my past. Not once did I slip into a nightmare, lost in thought and memory. His touch, even rough, his brand never scared me. It consumed me and built my need for him even more.
I was in love with Zeke, and I no longer feared my past. I no longer felt trapped there.
Finally, his hips lost their rhythm, he was kneeling over me, with me on my side, leg hugged to his chest as he fucked me into his own orgasm. The whole time I watched him.
Eyes screwed shut, sweat beaded on his shaved head, black ink on display, muscles taut and twitching with each flex of his hips until he stilled, roaring my name, filling me up and giving me every last thing I begged for.
Mine.
He was mine.
And I was never going to let him go.
When he rolled to the side, he didn’t pull out but dragged me with him until we lay out in the middle of the floor of the padded torture room. “This room should repulse me.” I finally said with a half-smile when he snorted.
“You’re saying it doesn’t?”
