Page 17 of His Lair

“I do. I just have to find it.”

“Wait. Do you not use protection when you, you know, bring other girls home?”

“I don’t bring women to my home, Lailani,” I admit. Bending down, I pluck my pants off the floor and pull out my wallet, digging through it until I find the foil packet. It takes mere seconds to sheath my cock and lay my body back over the top of hers. “Now, where were we?”

“I think you were about to make me scream your name.” Lailani blushes as the words leave her mouth.

“I’m going to make you forget both of our names, babe,” I tell her. My lips fuse with hers as the tip of my cock presses against her entrance. I push in slowly. She’s so fucking tight that I pause. “Have you done this before?”

“Of course I have.” Lailani laughs.

“Just checking. You’re so tight,” I groan as I continue to slide inside her.

“Or maybe you’re just too big,” she counters, lifting her hips as she takes more of me. Her legs wrap around my back and she clings to my shoulders.

I finally bottom out and pause, needing a moment to regain some sense of control before I shoot my load way too fucking early.

“This is better than anything I dreamed up,” I say. Kissing my way down Lailani’s neck, over her racing pulse, and across her shoulder as I move the strap of her bra lower on her arm. My thrusts start out slow and steady, but before long, they’re hard and fast.

“Oh god.” Lailani squeezes her eyes shut.

“Open them,” I growl, and her lashes snap open. “Good girl.” Once again, her pussy gushes at the praise, her walls convulsing around my cock. I think someone likes that a lot more than she lets on.

Pushing onto my knees, I pick up her hips. Lifting her back slightly off the bed while giving myself a deeper angle. I increase my pace, hitting a spot so deep inside her that she screams. Her nails dig into my arms, and her body stiffens.

“Yes, give it to me. I want to see you come all over my cock, babe.” One of my hands releases her hip and moves up to her breast, pulling the fabric down and tucking it under. I should have taken the time to remove her bra. I then pinch one of her nipples between my fingers. “Fuck, you have amazing tits,” I tellher, and three seconds later, she’s coming. Squeezing the fuck out of my cock as she does. “Best thing I’ve ever seen.”

I continue to fuck her, chasing my own release. It doesn’t take long before I’m spilling my seed and calling out her name.

I roll over and pull Lailani on top of me. “That was…”

“Amazing,” she says for me. “I’m just going to catch my breath and then I’ll go.”

My body stills. “Go where?”

“Home,” she tells me.

“You’re not going home, babe. I’m far from done with you, and I happen to know this bed is super comfy to sleep on. You’re going to love it.” I can’t believe she fucking wants to go home. I also can’t believe she thinks I’m a one-and-done kind of chump.

Chapter Eight

Iwake up. Alone, in a bed that’s not mine. It’s not the first time, but it has been a while since I’ve done this. I listen for sounds of life throughout the apartment. When I don’t hear anything, I relax. I don’t have to do the whole morning-after chat. I should,however, get out of here before Sammie comes back from wherever he went.

I peel myself off the bed and search the floor for my clothes. Finding everything but my bra and panties, I slide my pants on and look at the top. There’s no way I’m puttingthison without a bra. I know I shouldn’t, but I do it anyway. I walk into Sammie’s closet and help myself to one of his hoodies. I slide the material over my head and I’m instantly drowned in his scent. Then I pick up my bag and slip my feet into my shoes.

The moment I step out onto the street, I breathe a sigh of relief. I got out of the casino without being seen. Without having to have the awkward “thanks for orgasms, I’ll see you around” chat. I don’t have any expectations from a man like Sammie Russo.

I’m almost to my apartment when my phone rings, and I see that it’s his name on the screen. I flick the green button across. “Hello.”

“Good morning.” His deep voice runs through me. Jesus, it’s like he has access to my horny switch and he’s constantly pressing it on.

“Morning,” I say, trying to sound cheery. I’m really not much of a morning person, and I haven’t had coffee yet.

“Did something happen?” he asks me.

“Um, no, why?”

“You left,” he says. “I came back to my room, expecting you to still be naked under the blankets, and my bed was empty.”