Chapter 44

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

TRISTAN

Layla comes again, her tight cunt clenching around my fingers as I continue to thrust and rub them inside of her. She is so fucking wet for me. Her arousal trickles down her thighs, and I can hear it splattering from her with every thrust.

"Do you hear how fucking wet you are? I love how fucking excited you get when I turn you into my little exhibitionist?" I kiss the words down her spine as she loses herself again.

I rub her wetness from my fingers over the head of my rock-hard cock and press into her. Placing both hands on the small of her back, I rest my weight on her. Forcing her to arch her back for me as I drive into her.

"Oh, fuck," she exhales when I roughly bottom out inside of her.

Forgoing gentleness, I slam into her with reckless abandon. I want her to remember every thrust. Every twitch of my cock. To never have a second when she doesn't vividly remember the feel of me inside her. And I want her to fucking come for me, screaming my name as she makes a mess of my cock.

I want the whole fucking city to listen to her come for me.

Letting everyone know she fucking belongs to me.

She moans and whimpers with almost every thrust as I bury her into the thin cushion beneath us. The orgasms string from her in such quick succession that her tight cunt quivers incessantly around my cock.

"Your pussy is fucking perfection."

Fucking torturous perfection.

Holding back my own unrelenting need to come is nearly unbearable. I slam into Layla as she comes, pulling her tight and completely burying myself inside of her. Relishing in the rhythmic convulsions of her walls, I gather a moment of my own reprieve.

"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."