Page 117 of Chasing the Wild
“Oh my god,” she whispers, panic causing her to go rigid. She pulls my hair, trying to get me off her. For a split second the thought crosses my mind. We should stop. I should stop. But that door right there is locked and I’m struggling to find any last shred of reasoning to deter me from this course.
Her taste is already on my lips, and I’m intent on seeing my perfect goddamn girl fall to pieces for me. No. There’s no fucking way, I’m already in too deep.
“Layla?” There’s more banging. It’s Kayce, who is drunk, on the other side of the door while I’ve got my tongue shoved in Layla’s pussy and she’s about ten seconds from soaking my face as she unravels like a dream come true.
“Uhh… yeah?” She finds her voice, sounding more than a little shaky, meeting my eyes as I look up at her from the only place I want to be. I keep going, sucking and licking her clit, and shake my head from side to side. Layla draws in a sharp inhale when I dig my fingers into her soft flesh and work her relentlessly.
With my eyes, I let her know exactly how this is going to play out.
I’m not fucking stopping.
“Are you all good in there?” My goddamn son is still on the other side of the door.
“I’m—” I can tell she’s about to come.Whimper.“I’m ok.”Gasp.“Be out soon.” Her voice cracks and there’s a hitch in her tone. She sinks her fingers into my hair, holding tighter, directing me exactly where she wants me.
Goddamn I love this girl.
“Ok. I’m gonna go try to find my dad. He’s disappeared somewhere, but I guess we should leave, if you’re ready to get outta here.”
I see it in her face. The scrunch between her eyes. The way her cheeks flush and the second her jaw drops open. Her climax tugs her under, body tightening as her pretty lips hang open.
“Ok. Yes.Yesss.” She sucks in a breath and it hits. The force of her orgasm makes her thighs squeeze my head, and her body jerks as the waves roll through her.
I don’t waste another second.
Christ. I have no idea if Kayce is still standing somewhere just outside, but holy shit, my dick is rock hard and leaking pre-cum. I have to have her right here and now, fuck the consequences.
If a shitty bathroom in the back of a bar when Layla’s had one too many shots is all we get, then it’ll have to do.
Dragging her limp body off the counter, I twist her around, draping her torso over the flat surface to face the mirror, devouring the way her tits threaten to spill out the top of this dress that was obviously designed to worship her body.
“God, you’re a fucking vision, angel.”
“I need you, Daddy. So bad.” She watches me through hooded eyes in the mirror’s reflection as I free myself from my jeans.
Fisting the hem of her dress, I drape it up over her lower back, exposing her ass. Tugging her panties to one side again, I’ve got my cock in one hand, and glide it through her slickness to coat the head and nearly fucking die at how hot and wet and velvety she always feels.
“Christ. I missed your perfect little cunt.”
“I missed your cock.” Her teeth catch her bottom lip, and I hold her mossy green eyes in the mirrored reflection as I press forward. It’s heaven. Right here with her, under these shitty fluorescent lights, being wrapped in her gaze as I shove forward into her tight, silky heat. It’s always perfect with her.
We mold and fit together without question, and it’s so much more than just sex, but holy fuck, if it isn’t always so soul-destroyingly incredible with this girl.
“Ffuuuck.” Her eyes roll back in her head as I push forward.
“You’re so fucking wet.” My teeth are gritted. “Always so fucking wet.” The feel of her is too much. Fluttering and clenching around me already, like she’s still coming from my tongue before, or maybe she’s so worked up she’s already on the edge of coming again.
We’re both wrapped up in the heat and desperation of this moment. Layla has her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, looking at me in the mirror the whole time as I thrust, and the urgency to have my girl takes hold. It feels like forever since we last did this, the temptation to draw everything out beckons, but it’s too easy to completely lose track of time when I’m with her.
“I’m so close…” Layla whimpers, and that strikes a match. I don’t know what fucking takes hold of me, but maybe it’s the fact I know thatthis timeis most likely to be the last time I ever get to be with her.
“You want to come?”
She makes a pleading noise. Her cunt tightening around my length as I punch my hips against her ass.
“Then let me hear it. Nice and quiet for me.” My eyes hold hers in the mirror as the filthy, wet sounds of our fucking echos off the tiles. “Shhhh. Be a good girl. You’re doing so well. We don’t want anyone to find out I’m fucking you in here.”
“You feel so good.” Her whisper floats out, horny and soft as silk.
