Chapter 21
He surges to his feet, catching me around the waist and lifting me onto the table. His dark gaze dares me to protest as he unbuttons the front of his jeans and draws his cock out. “Hold your panties to the side again.”
I scramble to obey and shoot a look at the window. We haven’t turned on the lights and the setting sun probably has created a mirror of the windows, but that doesn’t change the fact that we are in clear view of anyone who’s feeling nosy enough to look. “Someone might see.”
“What are they going to see?” He drags his cock over me. The broad head of him breaches my entrance. “It hardly counts.”
I’m breathing so hard, my breasts are shaking with every exhale. “That’s not how it works.” I watch him slide another inch into me.
“You sure about that?” He grips my thighs and lifts, pressing them back toward my chest as he sinks deeper. “You’re still wearing your panties like a good girl, aren’t you?”
If anything, still wearing my panties makes me feel even sluttier. I try to look innocent and pout a little. “Are you sure? This doesn’t feel like I’m being good.”
“It doesn’t feel good?” He shifts one hand to brush my clit with his thumb. “How about now?”
I squirm. “Wait.”
“Wait for what?” He circles my clit again, but doesn’t sink the rest of the way into me. “Use your words, Lily.”
“I want to be good.” I lick my lips. “But I really, really want to be bad, too.” When he still doesn’t move, I keep talking. “Fuck me on this table, Shane. Please.” I glance at the door to the living room. “Just be quiet.”
“I’m not the one who’s going to have to be quiet.” He presses me flat on the table and covers my mouth with a big hand. The pressure against my lips makes me moan as much as him forcing his cock the rest of the way into me. He felt impossibly big in the truck with the addition of the plug, but somehow it’s even more intense in this position. “You can tell yourself that you don’t want this, that it doesn’t count, but we both know the truth.” He leans down and his lips brush my ear. “You’ve been looking for an excuse to climb on my cock since the day we met.”
I make a sound that might be protest, but it doesn’t matter because he’s fucking me in long strokes. He barely pauses to guide my hands to my thighs, forcing me to hold them wide and even closer to my chest. I try to keep the waves of pleasure at bay. I really do. I pull his palm off my mouth enough to say, “Hurry. We have to be quick.” Then I go back to holding myself open for him.
Shane clamps his hand around my jaw and his expression goes hard. “You’ve been denying me this pussy, Lily, but it’s mine now. I’ll fuck you as fast or slow as I want. Do you hear me?” “Yes,” I whisper.
“You clamp around my cock every time I remind your pussy who it belongs to.” He keeps thrusting, keeps imprinting the feel of him into my very soul. “You like it when I get possessive.”
I want to deny it. This feels like a different kind of dangerous. But I can’t deny the truth. “I like feeling owned by you.”
Shane’s expression changes, something flickering in those dark eyes that I can’t put a name to. “I should finish inside you, should send you back to him all filled up with my come.”
“Do it,” I challenge.
“No.” He pulls out of me and hits his knees in front of the table. He wraps his fist around the crotch of my panties and drags them down my legs. “I’m keeping these.”
“Wait—”
“No shields, Lily.” He looks up at me. “You might be a little slut for wanting my mouth on you, but you’re my good girl. And my good girl asks for what she wants.” Pleasure thrills through me. “Make me come, Daddy.” He doesn’t immediately close the distance between us. “You’re going to orgasm all over my face, and then I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth until you swallow me down.”
It’s not quite a question, but I’m already nodding. “Yes. Please, yes. That’s what I want.”
And then his mouth is on me again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of how much Shane loves eating my pussy. He fucking savors it, like I’m a fine wine and he’s determined to pick up all the notes like I’m his favorite treat. For once, he’s not teasing me. He’s going after me like my pleasure is his to command, like my next orgasm is the only thing he wants. I come so hard I lose my balance and smack back onto the table. He lifts his head in surprise, but I dig my fingers into his hair and tow him back down. “Just a little more. Please, Daddy.”
Shane chuckles against my heated flesh. “Greedy girl.” “Yes.”
Even though it wasn’t what he promised, he works me up again, slower this time, until I’m quivering and whimpering, and begging him to finish me off. Shane pushes a single finger into me and strokes my G-spot. “I’m going to fuck your ass tonight, Lily.”
I’m so out of my mind, my earlier apprehension feels like a thousand miles away. “Do it. I don’t care. Do it now. Just let me come.”
He sucks hard on my clit and then he gives me what I need, my orgasm so intense I forget to breathe for several long moments, only managing a harsh inhale at last moment. “Holy shit.”