Chapter 5
Lila
When Trace and I were finally seated at our table, we started teasing each other immediately and misbehaving in general. We sat close together at the banquette, looking at the menu, while clearly, our trains of thought were traveling down the same tracks.
For example, his foot would touch mine under the table, and then I’d nudge his leg. Then our feet would rest on the other’s lap. It didn’t take long for our wandering hands to go far.
I was wearing a sundress, and frankly, his right hand was traveling so far up into it that I feared he might bring me to orgasm right in the restaurant. It didn’t help that our server was taking his sweet time to do anything for us. The longer we sat and waited, the more often our hands gravitated toward each other’s hottest spots.
Eventually, our waiter came and asked us if we were ready to eat. Trace and I exchanged knowing looks. Thankfully, he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Tell me,” Trace commanded the server. “How long would it take to pack up everything to go?”
“Just five minutes,” he replied, flabbergasted. “But the food hasn’t been served yet.”
Trace looked back to me. “I don’t want to wait that long,” he rasped.
“Me neither,” I admitted gleefully.
“We’ll just take the food to go,” Trace announced before taking my hand and escorting me out of the restaurant. “Send it over to this address,” he added, informing the poor guy.
And with that, we rapidly sped from the restaurant back to the house.
“Are you ready?” Trace asked me, blue eyes gleaming. I smiled at him.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” was my answering reply.
* * *
Once we got back to the house, we attacked each other immediately. We didn’t even make it back to his bedroom this time. Fortunately, Emerson and his brother were both out partying, so the whole place was ours.
First, Trace started to fuck me on the kitchen table. I was lying on top of it, letting him have his way with me. He was holding onto my legs, keeping me on the edge. He pushed into me slowly at first, big cock making me moan as his hands wandered over my curves.
“Yes,” I gasped, spreading my legs further. “Just like that.”
His speed picked up once his hands found their way up to my neck. And just like before, the man began to choke me lightly. At first, I was worried about how rough he was going to be. But Trace was perfect, allowing me just enough air to heighten the sensations. I was becoming so turned on that I was afraid I might pass out while he finished with me.
But Trace is a master. When he could feel me getting close to the edge, he pulled his dick out from me and ushered me to come toward him off the table. Once I was standing, he bent me over on the table and began to spank my big bottom. Shamefully, each time a smack rained down, I could feel myself growing wetter.
“Are you punishing me?” was my whisper.
“Oh, I am.” He laughed. “It’s because you were rude to me.”
He smacked my ass again, rubbing my wet pussy with his fingers in between belts.
I mewled in pleasure, desperately wanting his dick again.
“You left my bed without a word this morning,” he continued. “I don’t appreciate you just going away from me like that.”
“I left you a note,” was my breathy gasp. But Trace didn’t care.
He continued to spank me repeatedly, moving from cheek to cheek as his other hand toyed with my sex. Two fingers pushed inside my warm channel while his thumb focused on my clit. When he reached a peak point in his spanking, he simply grabbed onto my ass with that hand, and he started to curl his fingers properly inside of me.
“That’s it, don’t stop!” I begged as he rubbed my G-spot, dissolving into a wreck of spasms.
He stroked my clit until I clutched his arm, ensuring that his hand would stay just so until my orgasm was complete. I moaned loudly like a hungry whore. Trace really liked that.
With a grunt, the man picked me up and carried me over his shoulder back to his bedroom.
“You ready for me?” he rasped.
“Hell yeah,” was my pant. “Yes, please.” Frankly, I was excited to not need a break between rounds.
And what happened next bordered on nirvana. First, he had me on all fours, pounding into me from behind, spanking all the while and occasionally tugging on my hair. He had me on the brink, but before I could tighten around him, he pulled out. Like an animal, the man spanked my ass with his long cock, sending specks of ejaculate across my backside in white flecks.
I desperate to get him in me again, but he kept me in position the way I was, on my hands and knees. Then, I could feel his subtle facial hair brushing against me. With one hand massaging and pulling on my clit and the other massaging my ass, he inserted his tongue far up into my pulsing channel. Ooh yeah, this man knew how to use his tongue.
Trace stopped for a moment, meeting my gaze. He must’ve known I was close. The alpha stopped eating me out, giving me a mischievous smirk as he ceased, only to flip me over before laying me down on my back. He sat between my legs, heavy dick hovering around my eager cunt. I pulsed eagerly, trying to angle my hole towards him, but the big man just chuckled.
“Soon pretty baby,” he rasped. “Soon.”
And instead of giving me his meat, he gave me his fingers, curling up and lightly stroking my clit.
Each time I shuddered at his touch, he’d pull back slightly. We began to kiss, and I was becoming more frustrated.
“Just fuck me hard already,” I panted, biting down on his bottom lip.
“I want you to beg for it,” he said.
“I’ve been begging for it,” was my breathy protest. “Please give it to me, Daddy. Get me there.”
“Try harder,” he snapped.
“Please let me cum, sir,” I finally moaned. “Now, now.”
And Trace did what I wanted. He penetrated me fully, fitting all of his girth deeply into my opening. It didn’t take long, or much effort on either of our parts, in order to fully relinquish ourselves to one another. Hot seed spurted into my interior, pussy pulsing and creaming as it milked his cock.
“Fuck!” he roared like a massive lion. “Aww shit!”
And I mewled again, giving my all. Oh god, this man made me feel so good, every cell alive and attuned to him.
Once we finished, both of us lay there, exhausted. I stared at the ceiling, processing it all and considering whether to adhere to my rule about leaving strange men’s homes. In truth though, I didn’t feel like leaving that night. There was something comforting and soothing about being here with Trace, despite all the rules I’d set forth for myself.
But before I could swing my legs over the edge of the bed, the alpha threw a heavy arm over me, pinning me in place. There. Decision made. I was staying. We fell asleep, my curvy body pressing against his … and it was right.