Page 70 of His Lair

“Wait.” Lailani stops me and sits up on the bed.

“Why?”

“Let me just move something first.” She slides up her pant leg to reveal a small holster on her ankle. I never thought I’d find herbeing strapped so fucking hot, but my dick is hard as stone right now.

Chapter Thirty

Undoing the strap that holds my pistol to my ankle, I watch Sammie for a reaction. The one I see is not what I was expecting. He’s turned on. I expected him to be weary, to be disappointed I’m even carrying.

“Are you turned on by me or my gun?” I ask him.

“You, always you,” he says, taking the gun from my hand and placing it on the floor. A sudden hunger overtakes me and I need to feed it. Now. Not being able to wait, I push Sammie backwards and drop off the edge of the bed onto my knees in front of him.

“I want you,” I tell him. “I need you.” I look up at him, my palm pressing over the outline of his hard cock under his slacks. My tongue darts out, licking my lips. I’ve never been hungrier for this man than I am right now.

“You have all of me,” Sammie says.

Undoing his belt and then his pants, I pull the fabric down. His cock bounces free. I wrap my hand around the base and start pumping it. My movements are slow. As much as I want to just swallow him whole, I also want to take my time. Leaning in, I lick up the underside of his cock, right along the pulsing vein, before swirling my tongue around his tip. A moan escapes me as precum hits my tongue.

“Fuck, babe. It’s taking every ounce of control I have not to fuck your face right now,” he groans.

A shiver runs through my entire body. I’ve never wanted to be used by a man like this. But I want Sammie to use me for his pleasure. I want him to own me. That thought shocks me. It’s dangerous to let a man have this much power over you. Knowing that doesn’t make me want it any less. I make my own rules. Sammie will realize that. Especially if we are going to be living together. If I’m honest with myself, this man already owns my heart. I trust him. He’s not going to take this for anything that it’s not. A bedroom need. A sexual desire I’m keen to explore.

Closing my lips around him, I take him as far back as I can, not even close to having all of him. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, stroking him as I hollow out my cheeks and suck.

“Fuck. Your mouth is fucking perfect, Lailani,” he hisses. Sammie’s hand wraps around my hair. He holds my head back. I know I’m not great at this, but I didn’t think I was bad enough for him to stop me.

I want to please him, though. I want him weak at the knees because of me. Releasing his cock from my mouth, I stare up at him. “Do it,” I tell him.

“Do what?” he asks.

“I want you to fuck my face…”

His lips tilt up at the corners. “Are you sure?”

“I want it.”

“Fucking perfect. You’re going to take every inch of me down your pretty little throat, Lailani,” he says.

I nod my head while trying to calculate in my mind how that’s even possible.

“You need to trust me,” he tells me as if he already knows what I’m thinking.

“I trust you.”

“Relax and open your mouth.” As soon as my lips part, he slowly slides his cock forward. “Now take a deep breath and hold it,” he instructs.

When my lungs are filled with as much air as they can hold, he begins to shove his cock down my throat. My gag reflex kicks in and I choke. I start to panic when he pulls back out.

“Relax, babe. I know you can do this,” he says while caressing my face.

He’s right. I can do this.How hard can it be?

I nod my head and take another big breath.I can do this.

He repeats the motion, gradually sliding into the back of my throat again. This time I relax, focusing on how he feels inside my mouth. My eyes close, and I hone in on my senses, on the smell. It’s all him. Sammie. I want more.

“Open your eyes,” he says, his voice husky, deep, commanding. “I want to see your eyes when I come down your throat.” He starts to pull away. “Breathe through your nose, babe. Don’t you dare fucking pass out on me.”