Chapter 34 The Dragon Unleashed
Lawrence kicks the bedroom door open with his foot and drops me onto the mattress. My legs fall apart during the bounce, and he's on me immediately, crawling between them, his mouth crashing against mine again.
His hands are diving under the oversized shirt, breaking the kiss briefly to pull it over my head and toss it aside.
When his palms cup my breasts, rubbing my nipples, I gasp into his mouth.
"You have no idea how many times I've imagined bending you over my desk. Fucking you until you couldn't walk straight," he growls, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging out of it.
The fabric falls away to reveal broad shoulders and a cut chest.
His torso is carved into hard planes and deep lines that pull the eye lower, to the sharp V at his hips that dips beneath the dark slacks.
Green eyes blaze down at me when he sees I'm enjoying the view. Then he gets out of bed to fully step out of his trousers.
I lick my lips at the sight of him naked, his long, hard cock causing the heat between my legs to grow.
Restlessly, I shift on the sheets.
Lawrence gets back on the bed, pushing my legs apart with firm hands. He grabs my thighs, spreading me wider, and dips his head.
The first feel of his tongue has me fisting the sheets, as he fucks into my hole hard and fast. Two fingers slip inside me, knowing where to press.
"Lawrence, oh my god…" I moan, my hips writhing.
He murmurs something against me, his grip on my thigh tightening as his tongue continues to thrust.
His lips suck, his fingers pump.
It is nearly overwhelming. I'm trembling and panting, begging with the way my fingers are pulling at his hair.
Lawrence suddenly stops, then straightens, still on his knees.
He pulls open a drawer in the nightstand, taking out a foil packet of condoms.
Something about his aura has changed.
"There's something you should know," he says, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it down his long, thick cock.
I watch wantonly, my pussy clenching in anticipation.
"I'm a very different person in bed."
The words, for no reason, send a thrill through me.
I gulp hard, arousal making my voice sound needy. "I-Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
The corner of his mouth curves into a dark, dangerous smirk.
"You tell me if it gets too much."
I nod.
Lawrence leans closer till his nose brushes mine.
"And know this," he continues, sliding a finger down my jawline. "I respect you. Every inch of you. But very soon, when I'm buried inside you and fucking you the way I've wanted to for months, it might not look like it."
My cunt pulses for action, my thighs clenching around his hips, giving me away.
He smiles and whispers against my lips. "Good girl. Now spread wider. I'm done playing nice."
I smile shyly at him, spreading them a little because suddenly I feel nervous.
"I said spread your fucking legs wider," he growls.
For a second, I freeze, stunned to the bone.
All the crisp, controlled CEO bullshit is gone.
"Show me that greedy little cunt that's been teasing me for months."
I spread my legs wider.
Lawrence leans forward, supporting his weight with his hand planted at the side of my head while the other guides his cock to my entrance.
I hold my breath as his head pushes in slowly.
I'm so wet there's almost no resistance, but the fact that he's stretching me open and I feel every inch of him makes me gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Lawrence curses under his breath, staring into my eyes. When he's halfway in, he pauses so I can fully adjust to his size, then thrusts the rest of the way in one smooth stroke.
The fullness makes me moan out, my walls clenching around him.
"That's it," he groans, pulling back and thrusting in again. "Take it. Take..." He slams into me once. "...every,"
Another hard thrust. "...fucking,"
A final thrust. "...inch,"
He doesn't even give me time to breathe, fucking me quick and hard and mercilessly.
The bed creaks in protest while the sounds of our copulation fill the room… sounds of my soaked pussy taking him again and again.
"You're gonna come all over my cock, and then I'm gonna flip you over and fuck you again until you're crying into my sheets."
He flips me around smoothly so that my ass is now to him. Sending a firm slap to it, he arches my waist properly and enters me from behind, letting out a groan of pleasure.
I whimper when he grabs my hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling back.
"You're creaming all over my cock, Scarlett. Making such a huge fucking mess."
Lawrence says with another delicious plunge. "You love having me split this tight cunt, don't you?"
"Yes…f-fuck, yes…" I'm babbling, barely coherent, as his thick cock rams into my tight hole.
"This is what you get for driving me insane every goddamn day," he grunts, arching my back better. "So, fucking…" He pounds into me harder, "...take it."
The hand in my hair keeps my head pulled back, every thrust forcing my spine into a helpless arch.
"Take this cock."
I am taking it like his good little girl, even though I know I'm close to orgasming.
"You're so fucking tight when you're close," he rasps, as if reading my mind.
His free hand snakes around my hip, his fingers finding my clit.
Lawrence skips the circling and goes straight to rubbing.
He flicks my clit fast and hard, matching the brutal tempo of his cock.
"Come on, Scarlett. Give it to me. Soak my dick like you've been dying to."
I come around him so hard, I temporarily lose my sense of sight, and an animalistic groan rips out of Lawrence's throat.
Tears prick my eyes; I don't know if they're from the intensity or the overwhelming relief of finally being pounded exactly the way I've fantasised.
Lawrence yanks my hair one last time, forcing my head back so he can see my face. "Crying already, and I'm not even finished."
I whimper.
He pulls out abruptly, and before I can process it, he's flipping me onto my back again, shoving my knees up toward my shoulders until I'm folded nearly in half.
I'm left completely exposed, helpless and soaked.
He places himself at my entrance again, teasing the head through my drenched folds. I keep my eyes on him, fascinated by the aura of dominance coming off him as he sinks into me again in one long, deep stroke.
A silent scream leaves my mouth.
I am so fucking wet from all the previous action, so sliding in and out of me is easy. And this position lets him hit me in all the right places.
He takes it slow, grinding and pushing inside me so I can savour the feel of him stretching me open.
"You're going to come again," he tells me. "And this time you're going to say my name when you do."
My hands grab his forearms, my nails leaving marks as I feel the pressure building again.
"Lawrence…"
"Louder."
"Lawrence!" I break, saying his name, more intensely than the last.
"Good fucking girl… aargg, fuck!" He groans like he's dying when I clamp around him.
He gives me one last thrust, holding himself there, and jerking as he empties inside me.
Then, slowly, he eases out and disposes of the condom in a bin by the bedside.