Page 23 of Risky Fight

Chapter14 - Roark

Lou is going to be the thing that gives me a fucking heart attack before my time. How could she come into the room with a stranger, barely dressed and her hair in pretty boxer braids that I just want to yank so fucking hard? She was trying to get a reaction out of me. To make my cock hard, and poor Vito’s the man who couldn’t hide it.

No one could look at Lou dressed like that and not have their cock stand to attention, and she knew that when she did it. I warned her about doing as she was told, and she still had to push my buttons. She was trying to embarrass me, to get me to go crazy jealous and kill a diamond smuggler in my living room. Blood would be a bitch to get off the custom rug, but if he had have touched her, I might have done it.

“Thank you,” I tell him at the front door after we wrap up the purchase of the ring Lou chose, I should have known her pick would be the one I hated. But she will wear it on her finger, so it should be what she likes. My annoyance at her performance only intensifies once I am alone. We need to go and fetch Nolan, but I think I might just need to teach Lou a lesson about listening to instructions first.

She is in the bedroom, still in that skimpy outfit, sitting sideways on my wingback chair with her legs draped over the armrest. The sun is shining through the open French doors, kissing her skin and making it look golden.

“What are you wearing?” I lean down putting my hands on the armrests trapping her in the chair.

“I dressed for the weather, not for company,” she smirks, “it’s hot.” In that outfit she’s causing global warming. I can see through her shirt where her nipples have hardened, and the curve of her breasts is being hugged by the translucent fabric.

“You might as well be naked,” I growl, so fucking turned on by the way she looks.

“You said get dressed,” she says, “I listened.” Her lip curves up in a cheeky smile, and I want bite it. I want to taste her again, to remind her she’s mine and only mine. I slide hand around her delicate neck, and kiss her. She opens for me, no resistance — like this is exactly what she wanted all along. Being a cock tease will get her fucked and she knows it.

As I look again at Lou sitting on the chair, clad in that revealing outfit, I feel a mix of desire and frustration. Seeing her dressed like this when I had company made my blood boil. I can’t let her get away with it.

I get close to her, my anger simmering beneath the surface. “You really think it’s appropriate to dress like that when I have guests? Hot or not, you don’t show yourself to other men. You’re mine, Lou,” I tell her, grabbing her up to switch places, I pull her over my lap to lie face-down over my knees. I don’t miss the way her body reacts to my rough touch, even as she tries to protest. She wants my hands on her, she likes it when I touch her. Defiant as she is, I can see the effect is has on her body as she melts into me.

Lou’s attempts to say, “I’m sorry.” Her half-assed attempt at acting like she is regretful only fuels my determination to teach her a fucking lesson. I spank her firmly, feeling her body squirm and hear her moans. “You know what you’ve done wrong,” I say, my voice cold and commanding.

But as I continue to smack her ass and tease her pussy through her shorts, I notice the way her eyes roll back and her tongue licks at her plump lips when she looks back at me over her shoulder, her body betraying her so-called resistance. She might deny it, but I can see the desire in her. I relish the control I have over her, the power I have to make her submit. She cannot leave, she has no choice but to give in to the pull between us.

Moving her to her knees on the floor, I fumble to free myself and penetrate her wet pussy, one slow torturous thrust, making her feel every inch of my cock claiming her. She tries to move away and I pull her braids, holding them in my fists, making her back and neck arch towards me, I keep her still. Her pleas for me to stop only add to my pleasure. She doesn’t want me to stop, she just wants to challenge me.

“You want this, don’t you?” I whisper, my voice low and seductive. “You crave it as much as I do. Lou, you want me to fuck you, and punish you and make you come over and over again.”

Her silence is all the answer I need to know I am right.

Her submission only spurs me on, and I quicken my pace, feeling her pussy tighten around me. Her transformation into a submissive, desperate, needy little whore is so spectacular. I have always enjoyed pushing the limits, and with Lou, I have found the perfect canvas to explore some of those taboos. I know she will not deny me any of my desires.

I can feel her craving more, her moans and pleas are gorgeous. I am more than willing to give it to her. As the passion intensifies, I indulge in my every desire, exploring her body and pushing her boundaries. I yank back on her hair, and smack her ass before sliding my thumb into it. She screams in protest, but at the same time, moans in the delight that comes with being so full. Her pussy is squeezing tight against my cock, so close to coming, I can feel her body shudder.

There is a sense of liberation in this intimacy, a feeling of breaking free from the boring vanilla life I was forced into all this time. Back with my wild, free, sexy Lou, I can be me, and it’s an incredible turn on.

In the heat of the moment, I understand we’re both beyond the reach of morals and ethical guidelines. Lou and I are fundamentally fucked up, we always have been, in our dysfunction, we found one another. Lou has gone from fighting to being a willing participant in this passionate dance, consent flowing between us in unspoken words. She might say no, but she wants this — needs it even. Just as much as I do.

Her long, braided pigtails are wrapped around my fists, and I use them to move her body against my cock, driving deeper with every thrust. I can’t stop, I won’t. It feels too good to stop and as she collapses in to her orgasm, I keep her from falling to the floor by pulling on her hair. Not giving her time to breathe, I keep going right through her climax driving her to another straight after.

“Fuck,” I grunt, as I drive harder and faster into her.

“Please,” she cries out, and it sounds so sweet that I can only fuck her harder. “I can’t, I can’t come again.”

“Oh, you can and you will.” I lean over her body, pulling her into me so I am all the way inside her, holding my cock there I can feel her shudder and shake around me. Milking my cock with her tightness. “You don’t get to say when I am done, Lou.” I smack her ass with a crack and she bucks against me with a gorgeous, sensual moan.

“Roark, please,” her begging only makes me harder, my own need to come is all I can think about, “Fuck!” she cries out pushing herself back against me.

“Jesus, Lou,” I breathe out, “you’re trying to kill me.” I keep going, as she comes down from yet another climax, and as she edges closer again I allow myself to lose control. My body convulses, and I let out a deep growl as I come inside her.

I let her go, and she falls to her hands on the floor, spent and messy, trying to catch her breath. Lou doesn’t look at me, she just stays there. I sit back on the chair and close my eyes for a moment, my heart is racing it’s all I can hear. She rolls over to look up at me from the floor, her face is flushed and her pretty hair messed up.

She looks thoroughly fucked, her clothing is all over the place. I smile. She’s the sexiest fucking woman on this earth, how the fuck did I live without her for five years? How did I ever imagine I could replace her in my life?

“Come here, Lou,” I say to her, and she gives me a death glare and doesn’t move an inch. “I am not playing Lou, come here.” She crawls on the floor, and then stands up in front of me.

I get up and move her to sit on the chair, she smells like sex and strawberries, it’s like my cock can’t get enough it’s already getting hard again. I zip up my pants, and pull the ring out of my pocket, looking at her I say, “Will you marry me, Lou?” And she stays quiet.

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