The way he was touching her she couldn’t think about anything else but his touch.
“You can’t be wanting this again?” she asked.
“I don’t want your lips this time, Lacey. I want your pussy.” He kissed her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth.
She moaned, heat instantly going to her pussy. Lacey wanted his touch, his cock, and everything he offered her.
His revelations unnerved her, but he didn’t seem concerned by the change happening in his life and she wouldn’t be. Whizz moved over her, locking their hands and pressing them on either side of her head.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Get used to it. I’m always going to want you.”
She thought about what Gash said. Yes, she wanted Whizz and to keep him. The thought of any other woman getting him filled her with jealousy. She wouldn’t share him and would do everything to make sure he didn’t stray. Lacey was determined to be everything he needed.
“Tell me you want my cock.”
He always seemed determined to make her speak her mind. “I want you, Whizz. I want your cock inside me.”
“Good girl.”
Gazing down the length of his body, she saw him move his hips, aligning his cock to her entrance. She didn’t think it was possible for him to get inside her by moving his hips. When the tip slid inside her, she realized she was wrong. Whizz was gliding inside her.
“You’re so fucking wet it makes it easier for me to get inside you.”
She cried out as he slammed the last couple of inches inside her, groaning as he did.
“You’re so tight.” He kissed her lips, running his tongue over them to get her to open up. Lacey gave in, opening her lips for him to take advantage. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, and she met him, touching his tongue with her own.
Whizz stayed still inside her. She wanted him to move, to take away the ache that he’d started to work up inside her.
Slowly, he eased out of her. Whizz always took his time, prolonging everything, making her feel what he wanted to do to her. She felt every inch of him as he withdrew from her pussy. Lacey couldn’t contain the whimper that escaped when only the tip of him remained inside.
“Don’t worry, baby.” He rammed inside her to the hilt, giving her everything.
She screamed out as he went deep, hitting her cervix. “Whizz.” She spoke his name on a groan as he sucked on the flesh of her neck. The way he sucked, she knew come the morning she’d have a large hickey. A mark of his possession throughout the night.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please, Whizz, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”
He didn’t let up, ramming to the hilt inside her. Each thrust of his hips jarred the bed, banging the headboard against the wall. She forgot about everything else and all her worries and met the thrust of Whizz’s hips, crying out as he sucked each nipple into his mouth. Whizz changed as he fucked her hard. There was no getting away from his possession, not that she wanted to.
She felt the building heat of her orgasm start once again. She didn’t know how it was possible to be close to a third orgasm.
Whizz kept her locked in place with his body, making sure she couldn’t move or do anything but take his pleasure.
“Come for me, Lacey,” he said, whispering the words against her ears. She did what he wanted, coming over his thick cock.
She was attuned to his demands. Three strokes of Whizz’s cock and the cum spilled from his cock, washing her womb with his semen.
For a split second Lacey was tempted to tell him that she loved him. She stopped herself at the last minute as he collapsed over her. Neither of them was ready for that kind of commitment. She refused to spoil the moment by the truth in her heart.
****
“Alex.”
Standing in his office, Alex closed his eyes as he heard Sunshine calling him. It was Sunday morning, and she’d be joining her mother and father for the day. She did it all the time. He knew she did as he liked to keep an eye on her when he wasn’t around. Alex may no longer be in Vegas, but he still had contacts that got him what he wanted.
Turning around, he saw she was standing in the doorway wearing a dark blue conservative dress. Her black hair curled around her face, cascading down to rest below her large tits. She looked so fucking beautiful. Alex didn’t want to let her go. She was so much younger than he was. He didn’t want to plague her by his own need. His past wasn’t all filled with roses and love. No, he had a hard past just like everyone else. A past even Tiny didn’t know about.
“You’re ready to go?” he asked.
“My dad is coming to pick me up.” She stared down at him, clearly taking in his pajama bottoms. It was past nine, and he was still dressed for bed. Since leaving the clubhouse he’d not been interested in much else. Part of him wondered if he should just give in and go back to Vegas. Cheryl didn’t want him around, and Butch would be a good father to his son. He didn’t want to think about his son at that moment. Alex loved Michael and had felt that bone-deep need to keep him safe the instant he saw him. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt the need to protect another human being, apart from Sunshine. His need to protect her came from an entirely different need. Alex wanted to fuck Sunshine. He wanted to own every inch of her.
“Are you all right?” she asked, stepping into the room, breaking into his thoughts.
“Fine, everything is fine.”
He turned back to look out of the window.
“You can talk to me if it’ll help.”
“Why would talking about my feelings help?” he asked, glancing behind to see her look at the ground. “All it would do is highlight how shit everything was.”
She winced but didn’t turn away from him. “My mom always said a problem shared is a problem halved. When you talk about the problems in your life, it helps.” She shrugged her shoulder, smiling at him. “Life is too short to spend it scared.”
“I’m not scared,” he said.
“You’re troubled, though.”
Alex stared at her, wishing there was something he could do to keep her with him. He’d take her far away from here with his son and not look back. Tiny would find him, and that was what stopped him.
“My son hates my guts and prefers his stepfather to me. I think it’s time I went back to Vegas. Life here is not what I expected. I thought this was where I belonged. I was wrong. I’ve only fucked everything up.”