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“You’re taking me so fucking well,” I groan into her ear as I continue to hold her trembling body still beneath me. “Do you like letting the whole fucking city know what a good little girl you are for me?”
“Yes,” she breathlessly whispers over her quivering lower lip.
Rolling her onto her side, I haphazardly tuck her legs around my thigh. A tinge of nervousness wafts over her face when I place the wand in her hand. Guiding it to where it belongs, she timidly parts her thighs and allows me the room I need to nuzzle it against her clit.
“You can do it,” I encourage her before sliding back into her and flipping on the wand. She immediately groans, “Tris?—"
Helping her hold it in place, I continue to take her hard. The vibrations from the wand travel through her cunt to my cock, demanding that I fill her as much as it demands that she come.
“It’s…too…too much,” she gasps and whimpers, but I have no intention of stopping.
“Show me how much my girl can take.” I squeeze her hip and continue to drive into her. Her thighs clench violently around the wand, and breathy screams rattle from her lungs as she gives me what I want.
What I fucking need.
It fucking does me in. I slam into her with a roar, my cock twitching as I paint her perfect cunt with my cum. Not stopping as I spill into her, I grunt through every blissfully painful thrust.
“One more,” I exhale the demand. Engulfing her small body with mine, I hold her tight as I repeatedly fill her with long, languid strokes of my cock. My lips travel along her jaw until I find her mouth. It parts her lips willingly for me, and I teasingly sweep my tongue over hers as I wait for her to unfurl. She spasms in my hold, her cunt clamping around me like a vise as I swallow the screams of her coming undone.
Not releasing her from my embrace, I pull the wand from between her thighs and flip it off. The crimson painting her cheeks is so beautiful that I can’t help but lightly dust my knuckles over it, crooning, “I am so fucking proud of you, mo cuishle. You did so fucking good for me.”
“I’m…your…good…girl,” she pants between heavy, satiated breaths as she struggles to keep her eyes open.
“Yes, you are.” I climb from the chaise and scoop her exhausted body into my arms. Carrying her inside, I press my lips to her forehead and whisper, “You’re my good fucking girl.”
Getting into bed with Layla and pulling her nearly on top of me as we fall sleep together is quickly becoming my favorite part of the day. I enjoy this closeness with her as much as the carnal pleasures of her body.
Nearly asleep, she hooks her leg around my thigh and pulls herself even tighter to me.
“Can’t get enough of me either?” I quip as I run my fingers up the back of her thigh.
“Never,” she sleepily grumbles.
“Words and promises are sacred with me, mo cuishle.”
“I gave myself to you. You own me, rememb—” She doesn’t finish her sentence before exhaustion finally takes her.
I don’t want to merely own you.
Unlike any woman before her, I don’t just want her obedience and unwavering submission. I want so much more.
I want fucking everything.
Things I never fathomed were on my radar before I met her.
“You’ve fucking ruined me.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
LAYLA
“Tristan?” I call out when I wake and find his side of the bed is empty. The sheets are cool as I rub my hand over them. He hasn’t been here for a while.
Climbing from bed, I throw on my robe to check the apartment for him. The wooden floors are cold beneath my bare feet as I quickly check each of the empty rooms. Each room I pass through only confirming what I already know, I wasn’t going to find him.
This is the third time in the two weeks I’ve been living here that he’s up and disappeared while I was asleep.
That I know of.
