Page 10 of Unconventional Love

The handle on the door jiggles and I chuckle into her pussy as I continue to lap up every bit of her arousal. “If you want them to watch, sweetheart, I’ll be happy to open that door. Just know that there will be no sharing this time around.”

Her chest heaves as she grins down at me. So help me, if this woman asks me to share, I’ll make it my mission to make her come so hard she won’t so much as look at another man or woman again.

CHAPTERNINE

liv

Istare down at this man, pondering if he’s actually serious,fuck, if Graham’s actually real. He may look like a god, but the demon on his knees grinning back at me through darkened eyes says otherwise. “You promised to fuck me,” I remind him. Eagerly waiting for his cock to be inside of me.

The wicked chuckle that leaves his throat is all the evidence I need that this man was sent to ruin me. Beside us, the washer is now on its final spin cycle and the tumble of wet clothing draws his attention before he stands. He stands and rips the shirt from my body. Pulling my bra down over my breasts, he takes time to give attention to each of my nipples. Flicking his tongue in euphoric motions as his score lines of fire along my overly sensitized skin.

I’m caught up in the moment when the world suddenly spins and the entire front of my body is pressed hard into the cold metal. He’s not gentle with me and the dominance he’s asserting over my body has my pussy trembling with need. I hear the zipper on his jeans and the tearing of foil. Without glancing back, I know he’s rolling a condom on. Desperate for him, I push my ass back into him, needing him inside of me right fucking now. Meeting my request, he slams every inch of his thick cock into me and I cry out. The washer spins with force beneath me, my whole body is vibrating, every nerve ending on fire as he pulls out and drives harder into me.

“Hold on tight, Lemon Drop.” I follow his command, pulling my arms up and finding purchase on the sides of the washer.

He grips my hips, allowing himself to drive deeper, and I welcome the pain and pleasure of every delicious inch he takes. My body is coiling tighter as I reach the brink of oblivion. “Your pussy is even better than that smart mouth of yours,” he purrs. A loud smack reverberates through the room as his hand cracks across my ass. I scream and his hand snakes around me and his fingers find my clit. The pain, the pleasure, the vibrations of the machine… it’s all too much, and I feel a sensation I’ve never felt before as I come hard. Liquid pouring out of me in succession with my cries. I’m panting as the unfamiliar warmth runs down my legs.

“Good girl. Soak my cock, baby.” Graham slows his pace and leans over me, placing a kiss on my shoulder before whispering, “My turn,” then pulls out and spins me around.

I’m still reeling from my orgasm as he hoists me up onto the washer, now warm with the heat of my body. Graham hooks his arms beneath my legs, spreading me wide for him, as he licks all the way up the inside of my thigh.

“Fuck, you’re still dripping,” he groans.

I look down to find my pussy coated. “I’ve never done that before,” I breathe. Still fighting to catch my breath.

“I don’t plan on that being the last time.” Graham grins, and lines his cock up with my pussy. He glances at the time on the washer. “Eight minutes, Lemon Drop.”

My legs are trembling, as he pulls my ass to the edge, and pushes himself back inside of me. We both watch as every last inch of his cock disappears into me. I try to stifle my moan at the sight.

Graham picks up his pace, losing his control as he watches my breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts. I drop my hand, knowing he loves to watch. “Fuck,” he hisses between his teeth as he watches my fingers rub circles around my clit. I’m winding tighter with him, the heels of my boots digging into him as I urge him deeper.

I cry out his name as I come again, and he spills into the condom at the same time.

He thrusts a final time and leans over me, the fabric of his shirt grazing my stomach as he kisses me. This is different. It’s not rough or full of fire. He’s soft and I kiss him back with the same passion.

When our mouths release, his eyes fall to my shoulder, and he pins me with a serious stare. “If you tattoo that signature, I’ll break every finger on Nick’s hand, and then personally remove it myself.”

“Shit.” My eyes widen, I never intended on getting a new tattoo, but the possessive, growly man leaning over me makes me want to. “Don’t tempt me.” I give him a mischievous grin.

“I promised you an unhinged psychopath if that’s what you wanted. I can make it happen.”

Okay, so maybe next time I do background checks before hooking up with strangers.

Graham helps me off the washer, and I take a moment to get my bearings before pulling down my skirt and redressing. I’m sure my hair is a just-fucked mess, but that’s a problem for later.

After Graham pulls his pants up, he runs a hand over his just-fucked hair while typing something on his phone and passing it to me. “Give me your number.” It’s open to ‘add new contact.’

“I don’t take kindly to demands, sir.”

“Put your number in the phone, Liv. And if you call me ‘sir’ again, I’m going to put that washer on another spin cycle and we’ll never make it back to the convention.”

My thighs clench at the threat and I curse my body. As if I didn’t just come harder than I ever have in my entire life, I’m still begging for more.

He doesn’t back down. I sigh and take the device from him, typing ‘Lemon Drop’ into the name slot. Once I finish entering my number, I press call so that I have his, and then promptly end it when my own phone begins vibrating. “I’m leaving in the morning,” I tell him as I pass his phone back.

He opens his mouth to speak, but the handle on the door jiggles again. I laugh, and he moves to remove the chair from beneath the handle.

An older woman in a pristine business suit enters, looking between us and mumbling, “Kids these days,” beneath her breath before walking straight to the washer.

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