Page 32 of Just One Night
“Here for Ella.” I don't mince my words.
“Ella? Ella,” Between a cough, her mother shouts back behind her as I see Bilbo dart between her legs, “Got'damn cat. Ain't chasing you.” I bend to scoop him up after the screen door bangs closed, smelling Ella all over him.
“Don't much like cats,” I set shit straight with him right away, “Guess since she loves you, I will too.” I rub beneath his chin and by the time we're on the same page, him curling into my chest, the screen door bangs again as Ella steps out.
“Oh my god. Oh....god. No. Nope. You cannot be here. Please tell me you are not here right now.” Ella covers her mouth as tears fill her eyes and I know she's embarrassed and I hate that she thinks this place, that woman, any of it could matter to me.
Didn't know until the moment I set my eyes on her again just how this was going to go down. Instantly though, I know just what I need to do. How this could only go one way with us. With Ella freaking the fuck out, it's clear both her pussies are under my control still.
“Course I'm here, baby. Get your shit. Got a plane to catch. Got some shit to discuss on that plane.” Ella shakes her head just once before I reach out, tangling my hand in the hair at her nape and yanking her against me.
“Ouch....Knox....” I lower my mouth against hers, watching her eyes as I explain shit to her.
“Get your shit or leave it. I don't care. You won't need it. Got Bilbo. Got you. Got the pussies I came for. Let's go.” Ella softens so quickly I move swift to lock her against my chest.
“Knox...no.” I kiss her then, that fucking cat nestled between us, needing to remind her how this goes with us.
“Come again?” I lick her mouth, smirking against it as she shudders.
“Yes, Sir.” I growl and take her mouth again, not stopping until poor Bilbo mewls as if we're killing him.
“There's my good girl. Need to get shit from inside? You won't be coming back here again, baby.Fucking ever. Decide now.” Ella looks up at me and I do everything it takes not to break down as tears fill her beautiful eyes.
“No. I don't need anything else.” I jerk my head in a nod before leading her away.
From her past, from her pain, from whatever shames her about this place. I see no traces of my girl here. And, I meant that shit. She won't ever come back here again—I won't fucking allow it. Won't let her run to this place to get washed out by the starkness of a past that could never hold her light.
Nothing needs said just yet. I get her to the truck, to the plane and her cat tucked safely away before I lead her to the bedroom in the back. Without a word spoken between us in two weeks, Ella knows just what I need.
Dropping to her knees on the bed, she bows low, ass waiting as she spreads out submissively. The beast barely contained since she walked out roars to life inside me. I rip the pink stockings she's wearing open, baring her pink pussy to me. Grunting to find it so wet I can see her need dripping down her thighs.
Diving in, I shove my tongue inside her, undoing my belt as I eat her sweetness. Wrapping the belt around my hand, I lift it and bring it down on one cheek. Her moan makes me so fucking hard I swear I break my zipper wide open. Another swat as I fuck her with my tongue, noisy, crude sucks at her drenched folds making her buck wildly.
Another swat. Another moan.
Dropping the belt, I climb up on the bed behind her, spreading her cheeks as I drag my tongue over her clit, through her folds and to her ass. Ella writhes beneath me, but makes no pleas, no demands to let her cum.
“Going to ask a few questions. I want to hear those fucking answers. Won't let you come until we get this shit straight, you understand me, Ella?” Flattening a hand to her back, I shove her hoodie, then her top out of my way.
“Yes, Sir.” Small and soft that reply is not good enough.
Roughly, I shove my cock inside her, just deep enough, hard enough to make her yelp. I withdraw fast. More because I want to stay buried inside her than anything. But this is about punishing her, not taking what I need from her. Not just yet.
“Didn't hear you.” I bite her left cheek and swat hard at her right, making her body jerk.
“Yes, Sir!” I smile, sliding back inside her soft and gentle, grunting as she greedily sucks at me like she always has. Fuck, it's heaven.
“Good girl. First thing. Walk away from me again, you won't sit for a week, let alone come on my cock, you get me?” Pumping my hips twice, I watch her shudder as she edges an orgasm already.
“Yes, Sir.” Bending over her, I lick at the back of her neck, wrapping her thick hair around my hand.
“Good girl, baby. Second thing,” I wrap my arms around her, palming her tits as I whisper at her ear, “I love you Ella. My Earthy motherfucking Ella. Dreamer. Dancer. Ella fucking Foster. Love you so deep it’s rooted in my fucking soul like the trees at the park. Love you so pretty it's like the stars in the skies at your favorite spot. I will give you the world, will make you come until it hurts, will control whatever you need me to, whenever you need me to, however you need me to. You fucking belong to me, Ella. You get me?” I bite at her shoulder as I fuck her hard, deep, holding her close as we pant together.
“Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir.” I smile against her neck, pressing my face there.
“Need you to say it if you feel it too.” Ella moans, bucking beneath me to get me to fuck her some more.
“I love you. I love you, Sir. I love you Knox.” I growl, losing control as I grip her shoulders and fuck her hard, fast, almost driving us both to the edge.
