CHAPTER 5
Layla
The moment we stepped into my townhome I could no longer contain myself. I grabbed Daniel’s shirt and pulled him in for a kiss, not even allowing him to get the door closed first. I could feel him grinning into my skin, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care if this was his plan and I didn’t care if he was running some sort of game on me. All I wanted was to feel his lips against my skin and his hands on my hips.
He spun me around and shut my front door with my back. Little by little, we slid our clothes from our bodies, leaving a trail from the front door to my bedroom. We fell into bed and I could feel his rock-hard cock throbbing against my thighs, just begging to be inside.
I rolled him over onto his back and slid my lips down his body. My hands took in his rippling muscles, lean and taut from hours of working out over the years. I kissed every single one of his abs, smiling when they twitched at my touch.
His cock was leaking for me, and I was eager to get my lips around him.
His dick was warm and thick. It hurt my jaw just to suck on him, but I didn’t have to do it for long. My lips started to swell with my efforts and he tangled his hands into my hair, pulling me from his cock before he rolled me over. His perfect lips wrapped themselves around my nipples sending electrical shocks all the way down to my toes.
Then I found him between my legs before he licked a thick stripe up my pussy.
He flicked and he sucked, his tongue carving a deeper cavern to where he wanted to be the most. My body undulated into his lips, coating his face with my arousal. His tongue went wild across my clit, jolting my body as he tossed my legs over his shoulders.
But before I could reach my precipice, he pushed forward.
His body rushed up mine and folded me in half. His cock sat at my entrance as he kissed me, allowing me to taste myself upon his skin. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and pulled a groan from his throat, feeling his dripping cock pulsing at my entrance.
“Should I get anything for us?” he asked breathlessly.
“I’ve been on the pill for years. I’m good if you’re good.”
He slid into me as my legs stayed over his shoulders and I moaned. My back arched into him and my jaw unhinged as fire rushed through my veins. He throbbed against my walls and stretched me in a way that left me breathless. I could tell he was going slow, trying his hardest to abate his urges until he bottomed out to his hilt.
But the moment he did, he spared no expense.
He pulled back out and slammed into me, his beautiful eyes hooked on mine as I cried out in pleasure. My hands were digging into his forearms, trying to find any leverage I could as he pinned me to my bed. I could feel myself dripping down my ass crack as he hit that sweet little spot. The one that no man had ever been able to hit, no matter how much he twisted me up.
Until now.
I came with a resounding groan around his cock, squeezing the breath from his lungs as my pussy milked him. I could feel my body pulling him deeper as he stuttered, his breaths coming in short pants as he pressed another kiss to my lips. My legs slid from his shoulders while my body shivered, recovering from the orgasm that just washed over my body.
But I was soon flipped over and straddling his thick cock.
My hands were planted onto his chest as his hands started to guide my movements. Daniel was covered in a light sheen of sweat and his chest was rising and falling underneath my fingernails. Holy fuck, he felt so good. So right. So big and warm and comforting. I followed the movements of his hands until he was nothing but a groaning mess below me, his beautiful hair mussed with sweat and his skin flushed with a luscious red tint.
“Layla. Oh, Layla. Just like that.”
Hearing my name fall from his lips struck something alive inside my soul. Never had my name sounded so perfect falling from the lips of another man. I felt my clit raking against his tightly-wound curls that decorated his fabulous cock, and I lost myself in the bouncing I was doing. I felt his thickness pulsing inside of me as he rose his hips to meet my bounces. My tits were jolting and my legs were jiggling. His balls were smacking my ass and I could feel how wet his skin was growing underneath my pussy. I rode him off into the sunset as my bed started to knock against my wall, and soon I saw him bite down onto his lower lip.
He had the body of a god and the cock of my dreams, and the last thing I wanted was for him to mute himself.
I crashed my mouth onto his before his groans escaped. They rattled my ribcage as I swallowed them whole, his cock pulsing as he filled me to the brim. Feeling his hot cum paint my walls triggered my own climax once again, and soon the two of us were coming against one another as his hands clung to my back.
Our tongues lazily danced as our bodies calmed down. I dropped into his skin and I could feel him dripping from between my legs. The air around our heads smelled of the proof of our lust, and all I wanted to do was nestle into the crook of his neck and lay there with him.
But his phone rang out from the hallway, ruining our moment as he helped me off his body.
“That might be my grandmother. I’m sorry. Hold on,” he said.
I laid there panting as he rolled off the bed, stumbling down the hallway to try and locate his phone.
I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. I could hear him murmuring down the hallway but was too tired to try and concentrate on what he was saying. My body was humming with delight and my pussy was throbbing from the assault it had just taken.
And still, I could’ve gone yet another round with him.
I felt the bed dip back beside me before a blanket was draped over me. I opened my eyes and found Daniel staring back at me, his smile bright and his eyes twinkling. He kissed my forehead and I smiled, my hand finding his as I laced our fingers together.
“Grandma?” I asked groggily.
“Yes. She needs some things from the store.”
“I understand. Go and get her what she needs,” I said.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. That’s Miss Gerdie. She’s a saint in this neighborhood. Give her my love.”
“I’ll make sure to tell her,” he said.
He kissed me one last time, and I could still smell my pussy on his skin. I was reluctant to let his hand go, but I knew I had to let him. I listened to him backtrack down the hallway and open up my front door, and I sighed as he shut it behind him.
I loved how much he loved his grandmother, but there was a part of me that wished he could’ve stayed.
At least long enough for me to get a fire going.