Chapter 119

"Take it off."

She didn't need to ask to know he meant her nightdress. She slowly nodded and undid the ropes of her lingerie cover, then slowly sat upright.

Making sure Davian still had a proper view, she pulled it off her shoulders and tossed it to the side, not paying attention to where it landed.

He didn't blink as he watched her. Usually, she would be self-conscious but he was staring at her like a hungry dog that was given the stay command and was just waiting for orders to pounce.

She thought about teasing him a little. So when she took off the inner, she took her time, slowly pulling the red satin lingerie upwards while watching him out of the corner of her eye.

She had barely pulled the dress over her head when he pounced on her, pushing her onto her back and kissing her hard. Her hands were tangled in the dress, locking them in place.

She moaned against his lips, reveling in the kiss. Suddenly, he pulled his lips from hers and trailed kisses down her chin and her neck. It tickled and she struggled to get her hands out of the lingerie.

She froze suddenly, feeling warm air against her already sensitive nipple. He lifted his gaze and when they locked eyes, he licked her erect nipple.

Layla gasped and tried again, this time freeing one hand. He seemed to enjoy her struggle, circling her nipple with his tongue.

He popped the wet nipple into his lips and Layla grabbed the sheets, trying her best to not cry out. Where his mouth connected with her skin tingled and steadily moved all over her body.

He sucked on it, licking it with his tongue while it was buried deep in his mouth. He didn't leave the other boob unattended; his fingers got to work caressing, pinching, and kneading her nipple between his fingers.

"Master Davian!" She cried and reached out to lift his head.

He pulled his hand from her nipple and lifted his head but only to switch places with his hand. His hand then moved lower until it found her red thong.

She clamped her legs closed but he carefully parted them with his weight. His fingers slipped underneath her thong, making their way over her curly bush and easily finding the wet slit between her legs. His finger gently traced the crevice, sliding up and down.

Layla cried out; it was impossible to stay still while he teased her like this.

"Hmm, so wet."

Please don't talk with my nipple in your mouth!

Her face was burning from embarrassment and pleasure. Her grip on the sheets was tight. Despite how overwhelming the pleasure was, she didn't want him to stop touching her.

He parted her folds with his fingers to give himself even more access while his lips worked on her nipple. She grabbed his hair as her knees buckled.

He rubbed on her clit, gently applying pressure as he made a circular motion. She tried to move but his free hand held her in place.

"Master Davian, please."

He lifted his head and locked eyes with her. She could barely keep her eyes open as she panted against him.

"Stay still," he ordered and pulled himself upward, capturing her lips once again.

The instant he kissed her, he shoved a finger into her slick pussy. She couldn't even scream out as his lips had her locked down.

She tried to press her legs together but his hand kept them apart as he pushed a finger in and out. She jerked, trying to lift her bum off the bed but he held her down.

After a few thrusts in, he added another finger and pushed in. Layla gasped at the fullness between her legs. He broke the kiss to let her breathe but proceeded to kiss her neck as he finger-fucked her.

Her body shook underneath him as pleasure coursed through her body. He curved his fingers and pushed, pressing hard against her g-spot.

Layla shivered as she neared the edge. "Master Davian," she wept as the pleasure mounted.

She grabbed his arm, digging her nails into him as she climaxed hard, crying at the top of her voice. She let out a loud gasp as the wave passed, her body still reeling from the aftermath.

Davian pulled his hand out and put it to his mouth. She stared at him in horror as he stuck out his tongue.

"Don't lick it!" She yelled.

"Too late," he replied, wiping his hand clean with his tongue. Her face burned as she stared up at him.

He pulled down on his pajamas easily, pulling them off. She looked down and nearly fainted. He had a massive rod attached to him that was shiny at the tip.

He knelt in front of her parted legs with his dick pressing against her pussy. He slid the thong to the side and pushed against her hole.

He slowly pushed in and she stiffened. He froze and stared at her in horror. "Are you comfortable?"

Layla wanted to kiss him. He was so mindful of her, it was hot. "No," she said and pushed down.

"Fuck!" He yelled and fell forward.

He kissed her and pushed in even deeper. She gasped against him, wrapping her hands around his neck as he thrust. His hand caressed her body as he slowly moved in and out of her.

"Oh," she moaned against his lips, feeling the pleasure build again. She just came. How was she already turned on?

Seeing that she had adjusted, he increased the pace. She wrapped her arms around his back as he slammed into her. The sounds of their fucking echoed in the room.

"Layla," he whispered into her ear as he made love to her.

Her head spun; he filled her thoroughly, rubbing against her sensitive walls.

"Alpha Davian," she moaned.

Her hips moved to his rhythm. His grunts of pleasure were tantalizing to her ears. The way his muscles tensed up as he thrusted in and out of her was forever seared into her memories.

They moved as one, completely in sync. She screamed his name as he brought her to climax once again. She shook against him, feeling his cum shoot into her.

He stopped moving and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top. He was panting hard underneath her and she could still feel him between her legs.

She blushed at the thought that even if they weren't having sex, she liked being this connected to him.

He kissed the top of her head and she was forced to look at him. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and his gray eyes had a pretty glow to them.

"Was that good?" He asked.

She blushed hard and buried her face in his chest as she nodded. "Very good."

He chuckled, a hearty sound that reverberated in her chest as she lay on top of him.