Chapter 11
Lila
I walked toward my room, and Trace followed me without a word, that massive form silent and predatory behind me. My ass was practically his guiding light, and he was eager to pay attention to it.
Once the man was inside my room, I turned off all the lights. I was ready for him to be back inside of me.
But this time, I was ready to be in control. I wanted him to obey me without question.
“Go down on me,” I commanded. “Don’t stop until I come.”
He ripped his clothes off his body at an incredible speed, as I lay back on the edge of my bed, legs slightly open.
And in a flash, the man knelt between my thighs once he was fully naked. He pulled down my panties before pushing my knees up, and began to lightly rub my clit with his fingers. I was tempted to have him simply finish me with his hands, but I wanted more. I wanted him to bury his face in my wetness.
“Kiss it, baby,” was my whisper.
He did as asked, and more. He kissed me, licked me, and buried his tongue so far up into my sweet, pulsing canal that I screamed, head tilting backwards. I grabbed onto the back of his head, keeping a tight hold so that he could only stop once I was ready.
And finding my G-spot, he hit it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. That did it. Jerking suddenly, I released for him, melting into my bed even as the man continued to stroke. The added pleasure kept me really horny, like we were about to take off again.
“Keep going,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare.”
Fortunately, Trace knew exactly what I wanted. He kept eating my pussy like the man was nearing starvation. He looked up at me often as he feasted, flashing gorgeous eyes at me. He was content where he was, and I loved having him there.
But all good things eventually end. In this case, it turned into something even hotter than what he’d already done for me. He kept me on the edge of the bed but readjusted my legs to hang onto his shoulders. I decided to resist and kept my legs raised straight in the air.
The man grunted, “Have it your way then, sweetheart.”
And ruthlessly, the alpha entered my slick, tight hole, holding onto my legs for balance and thrusting fast. Trace stayed on top of me, pounding into me nonstop, as I moaned, pressing my right hand into my clit while he drilled my sensitive spot.
“Oh!” was my breathless cry, boobies bobbling as I was fucked hard. “Yes!”
Evidently, it was sensational for both of us. Trace gripped onto my sides, drilling fast enough to shake the entire bed, and with a conquering roar, shot his thick, hot cream deep inside of me. The feeling of his goopy semen pulsing into my pussy was the final straw. I tightened around his drained cock, pulling the virile seed deep, craving more of his sweet cum.
With a final grunt, Trace pulled out, collapsing onto the bed. Giggling, I began to kiss him all over that masculine body, slowly descending until I was exactly at waist level. Perfect. I ran my tongue up his shaft once to ensure he was nice and wet for me, and then began to grind into him, rubbing my soaked pussy against his massive fuckpole.
“Shit baby,” he rasped hoarsely. “Shit yeah, just like that.”
The more I rubbed myself against him, the bigger he became, if that was at all possible. My pussy drooled hungrily, trying to catch him inside.
“I want to ride you big boy, but I hope you’re hard enough to handle it,” was my coo.
He jerked himself for a few seconds.
“I’ll be fine, sweetheart. Do whatever makes you happy,” he rasped, blue eyes blazing. And with those words, I guided him inside, sweet pure ecstasy descending.
Oh god. My eyes drifted shut, it was so good. I was relatively quiet at first, savoring the sensation, my pussy crammed unbelievably full. And seeing Trace beneath me, huge yet at my mercy, filled me with raw confidence. I loved how it felt to grind down his shaft. My pussy was stretched out farther than it ever had been before. Trace was entirely a man, and I knew I would be sore for quite some time afterwards.
But it was delicious. I wanted it, and the loving kept going. From time to time, we would switch places. One of us was always riding the other, our limbs twining, breaths mingling, scaling incredible heights together. We danced the ballet well into the night, and only in the wee hours of the morning did I collapse, body sated and heart pounding with adoration for this man.
* * *
“Was that repayment enough?” Trace asked eventually.
“I’m not sure yet,” was my saucy reply.
I was utterly spent. We had both been silent in bed for almost an hour. I thought he had fallen asleep, but as it turned out, we were both still wide awake moments in the gray hours of dawn.
“Let me know if there’s anything else I can do,” he growled.
I took a deep breath.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you think you could leave?”
He laughed, seemingly confused. “What?”
“It’s my rule, remember?” I asked. “I don’t want to mislead you in any way.”
“Right, you wouldn’t want to mislead me, would you?” he parroted sarcastically.
“I’m not misleading you, Trace. Am I?”
“Well, if you don’t even know what I’m talking about, then I guess you’re not misleading me after all.”
“Okay,” I said, perplexed. Suddenly, I realized this wasn’t some dumb jock without a brain. Trace was insanely smart, and I was the idiotic one for underestimating him.
But it was too late.
“I’ll leave, it’s cool,” he said. “I get it. You’ve got a policy. I respect that.”
As he began to get dressed, I recalled what he’d said.
“You said I ‘didn’t even know what you were talking about,’” were my slow words. “So clearly there’s something on your mind. What’s going on? Just talk to me.”
“It’s nothing,” he grunted. “Forget it.”
“I want you to be honest with—”
“I just don’t think I can handle this back and forth nonsense you’re putting me through,” he interrupted abruptly. “You want me to be honest with you? Why don’t you be honest with me? Are you going to hold a grudge from high school no matter what I do?”
Instead of answering his question, I side-stepped.
“Trace, just tell me how you feel,” I said persuasively. “Tell me what you want.”
He stared straight ahead, expression foreboding. My heart started to beat like a drum. Because what was he going to say? How could we work out this mass of contradictions? There was only one way to find out.