Page 71 of His Lair

I want to argue that he could never make me pass out. That I’d kick his ass and knock him the fuck out before I ever passed out. It’s hard to argue with a mouth full of cock, though.

Sammie chuckles. He can see the defiance in my eyes as I glare at him. “I know.” He smirks as he continues to slide his cock and in and out of my throat.

I groan around him. There is something about being in this vulnerable position that is turning me on. I should really get some therapy or something because this can’t be normal. My hands grab hold of his thighs as he picks up his speed. Pumping in and out of my mouth. He’s not holding anything back now. Sammie Russo is fucking my face.

“Fuck me, I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow every last fucking drop.” That’s the only warning I get before I feel the warm spurts of his seed fill my mouth.

I swallow as much as I can. A small amount falls down my chin. Sammie pulls his cock out, and using his thumb, he wipes his come from my chin and pushes it back into my mouth.

“You know I’m never letting you go, right?” he tells me.

“Because I sucked your cock?” I smirk.

“Because I fucking love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” I tell him. “I should have said that already. I should have told you at E’s place.”

“Lailani.” Sammie pulls me up to my feet.

“Yes.”

“Don’t ever mention another man when we’re doing sex stuff,” Sammie groans.

“I didn’t.”

“You did,” he insists. “You mentioned Emmanuel.”

“I mentioned his house, not him,” I counter.

“Same thing,” Sammie says. His fingers flick the button on my jeans and then my zipper is being tugged on. “It’s my turn now.” He grins as he pulls my jeans and panties down my legs.

It’s not as if I’m going to say no.

The moment I step out of my pants, Sammie pushes me back onto the bed. And then he’s on top of me, his shoulders spreading my thighs apart as he settles between them.

“Have you spoken to your mom?” I ask. My body is curled up on Sammie’s, blissfully satiated.

“New rule, let’s not talk about our parents when we’re naked,” he tells me.

I ignore him. I never was one for rules. “What’s going to happen tomorrow? Do you think we should just talk to her, tell her who John really is?”

“There is nojust talkingto my mother, Lailani. I think we let the wedding play out. I will have extra security around the place. Carlo, Louie, and E will be here. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“Who is watching Jazzy? I don’t think she should be there. I don’t have a good feeling,” I tell him.

“Antonia is staying home with her and Charlotte.”

“Is Evie in town?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Sammie says.

Rolling to the edge of the bed, I bend over and reach for my pants to find my phone. I message Emmanuel.

Me:

Is Evie in town? Coming to the wedding with you tomorrow? BTW, I have your car.

E: