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She obeys, slowly lowering herself, and I can tell the moment the tip meets her entrance because she pauses, her eyes looking down again. Getting in her head again.

“I said look at me,” I growl, grabbing a handful of hair at the base of her neck, firm enough to tilt her head up to look at me. “That’s it, go lower.”

She sinks herself lower, her mouth opening with a small moan as it finally enters her properly. “Goood girl, you can take it all the way, can’t you?” She nods, trying to fit it as she gets to the curve in the middle. The new angle elicits another moan, and she keeps slowly moving down. While one hand stays in her hair, my other starts pumping my cock in front of her face.

“You can take it, just like that,” I coo as she makes it all the way to the base. I can tell it’s hitting a spot deep inside her, and she groans softly as it stays in place. “Rock yourself back and forth. Fuck, how does it feel, huh?” I demand. I watch her start to slowly rock until she realizes the pleasure it causes and she subconsciously goes faster.

“A-ah it feels so good,” she whimpers.

“Louder.”

“It feels good!”

“That’s right. You still want it?” She nods desperately, still rocking herself. “Now ride me. Up and down. Show me how perfect you look.” She automatically does as I say, crying out as she goes up and back down, the sensation of the curve moving through her overwhelming. “Rub that needy clit. Give me a good show.”

The sight in front of me…I’ve never seen anything fucking like it. Layla’s riding the dildo, fingers on her pussy as she spreads it gently to rub her clit. Her breasts half-spilled over the cups of her bra, giving me a perfect view of her pink nipples. Her beautiful brown eyes stare at my cock as she becomes a moaning mess, brows furrowed together as she chases the feeling she so desperately needed.

And fuck, I’m chasing it too. I don’t even realize it when I start pumping faster, enthralled in the vision before me. “Take it. Fucking take it just like that. Good girl.” My words come out desperate and gravelly, so close to release. I can tell she’s close because she’s so damn loud. So fucking responsive.

Shit.

When she goes back down again this time, she stays there, rocking again to feel that same pressure as she rubs her clit faster, crying out loudly as her orgasm rips her through her, her body trembling. I’m lost in her before I notice I’ve covered her face in my cum. We’re both still coming down from the high, and I release her hair. Her hands fall forward, and she catches herself.

“Woah,” I say gently, steadying her. “You need help?”

She nods, her eyes meeting mine. I put my hands under her arms, helping her up slowly. She whimpers softly as the dildo finally makes its way out, and I easily lift her onto the bed. “Oh…I’ll make a mess,” she says quietly, seemingly worried about her sheets.

“Messes can be cleaned. Stretch your legs out.” She does as I say, and I take some tissue from her nightstand to wipe her face.

She sighs in relief, her legs tired and tight from the effort and the hard floor.

I step back, finally fixing myself, and grabbing my belt off the bed. I need to get the absolute fuck out of here and not look at her face again.

“Kane?” her small voice calls. “Please don’t leave me.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Act Natural!

LAYLA

I’m not sure why the words come out. I guess seeing him get ready to leave just made me panic. I know I’m not being fair, that he’s ready to go. But part of me feels like maybe this changed something, and I can’t let this opportunity slip through my hands.

He’s quiet as he slips his shirt on, then he turns to me. “We’re not doing this. This…thing,” he says, gesturing to the floor where we were, “was because you asked. Now you’re supposed to hold your end of the deal.”

Why did I say, “have sex with me?” Why couldn’t I have said, “date me?”

He puts his shirt back on, and I watch his washboard abs disappear from my view. He sighs when he sees me sitting here, watching him and looking ready to cry. God, I’m screwing this up by being so emotional all the time.

“Never fucking invite anyone here. Do you hear me? Don’t tell anyone you live alone again, either.” I nod and he sighs. “You don’t need to rush shit you’re not ready for. I could’ve taken advantage of you.”

I know he’s right…but he just doesn’t understand me yet. I’ve spent years grappling with the idea of having sex. I want to have sex. I want to get over everything. How can I move on when I’m stuck in the past, and filled with memories I can’t erase?

“You wouldn’t have done that.”

“How do you know that? You don’t fucking know me, Layla. I’m not a good man. I’ve killed more men than I can count with my bare hands and I don’t flinch. I’ve lost everything already. I have nothing else to lose and nothing stopping me. You should be afraid of men like that.”

“I’ve lost everything too,” I insist. “I…I guess I don’t know you well yet, but I know enough to know that you’re not a bad man.”