Lenny’s eyes curve up at the corners as she lets out a soft gag around my cock. Pulling back, she lets her drool pool down, slathering my shaft and her fingers wrapped at the base.
Running her tongue along the thick, purple vein on the underside, she coaxes a shiver from deep in my bones, and I clutch her hair tighter.
“If it doesn’t feel like I’m trying to suck the soul from your body, I’m not doing it right.”
Diving back in, she bobs up and down the length, holding a few seconds each time she hits the back of her throat.
I’m hanging on by a loose, frayed thread, the taste of her cunt from moments before still fresh on my lips, propelling me toward release.
“Bloody hell,” I groan, fisting the bedsheet with my free hand. Lust blurs my vision as she flicks the tip of her tongue against my slit, then smacks the flat of it with my crown. “Such a pretty little slut, taking me in your mouth like this. You love being a good, filthy girl for me, don’t you?”
She nods, enthusiastic as she redoubles her efforts until it’s me on the edge of a cliff, more than willing to jump off and find God.
“Your warm, wet little mouth is gonna make me come, love. That what you want? A belly full of me?”
Moaning, her cheeks hollow out, and her hand comes up to cup beneath my shaft. As she alternates between massaging and sucking, increasing her pace, I unravel spectacularly.
My knuckles blanch as release rolls up my spine, hot currents of ecstasy coursing through my bloodstream.
I come hard, back bowing as I guide her all the way down my cock, fitting her lips against my pelvis. Her tongue swipes back and forth in short jerks, teasing me as I spill down her throat.
The tiny swallowing sounds she makes prolong the orgasm, and I come for what feels like an eternity, my cock pulsing to the point of pain. Sliding off slowly, Lenny closes her lips around my tip and disconnects us.
“Did you swallow?”
She shakes her head, and my cock twitches.
“Show me.”
Taking me back in her hand, she poises her mouth over me, opening and coating me in the mixture of cum and saliva. It trickles down, and she leans in, using her tongue to mop it back up.
“You taste so good,” she murmurs, holding my gaze. When she’s on her knees like this, she doesn’t break the contact—like she needs the connection, needs to see that I’m enjoying what she does.
Then she gets on top, or I throw her onto her back, and she refuses to meet my eyes.
Grabbing the back of her head, I drag her up to me. “Let me see.”
As I seal our lips in a salty, sloppy kiss, her knees sink onto the mattress on either side of my hips, and then she’s lifting her arse and reaching beneath to thumb me inside of her.
She sinks down, her cunt hot and snug around me, and we let out a simultaneous breath of contentment. Rolling her hips gently, she works to get me back to the edge, gnawing on her bottom lip and bracing her hands on the headboard behind me.
Pulling back, I cup her cheeks, waiting for her to glance up from where she watches our bodies connect. Normally, that’s enough, but right now there’s something in me screaming for more.
“Lenny,” I whisper, chest tight. “Look at me.”
A shake of her head brushes some of her golden-brown hair off her shoulder. I bend, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just above her clavicle, and then try again.
“Look. At. Me.”
After a moment, she does, those sea-glass eyes dark and wide with unspoken emotion. I press my forehead against hers, dropping my hands to her hips so I can guide her into slower, deeper movements, meeting each grind with an upward thrust of my own.
Bottoming out in her over and over, I keep the pace up until we’re both panting, spiraling quickly toward a second release. “This is exactly where you belong, love. Riding my cock, flushed with pleasure, and dirtied up from a previous round. Our living room may be filled with art, but you’re the most bloody beautiful creation I’ve ever laid eyes on. The museums and galleries should be envious.”
She moans, pulling me in for another kiss, and then she rocks harder, faster, her cunt choking me as it flutters. Holding on to her as she begins to let go, threading her fingers through my hair, I help her ride out the waves of euphoria as they seize her body and soul.
My cock swells inside of her, and my bollocks draw tight, so in the next second, I’m shoving her off of me and painting that glorious pink cunt.
Flopping back on the mattress, Lenny spreads her legs as I spend myself on her. She’s sweat slicked and clearly exhausted, but she reaches between her thighs anyway, massaging my cum into her skin like it’s her favorite moisturizer.
With a tired grunt, I slink off the bed and peek out into the hall, checking to make sure Mileena isn’t around. The last few days, she’s made herself pretty scarce, though like a bloody raccoon she returns every night begging to talk to me.
I’ve grown quite bored with it, in all honesty. I might not be able to kick her out of the beach house, but I’ll be damned if I’m subjected to whatever blasted story she’s spent the last twenty or so years concocting.
Besides, it really doesn’t change anything. Damage inflicted is not so easily erased, no matter the amount of time between the initial hurt and eventual recovery.
Coming back, I clean Lenny’s mouth, chin, and neck, before swiping carefully between her legs.
She lets out a little breath, and I watch as her chest rises and falls with it, realizing that the sentiments I spewed moments ago weren’t simply the delusional recitations of a sex-starved fiend, but the complete, unadulterated truth.
Words don’t even do her justice.
Nor do they any longer accurately encapsulate how brightly she burns in my world, like an exploding sun wiping out all of humanity.
My hand stops moving, and it feels like my heart falls through my stomach, landing with a resounding thud.
Fuck.
“You know,” she says after the silence grows to an uncomfortable decibel. “I think I’m clean.”
Startled from my reverie, I blink and return to reality and force a chuckle. “You’re probably right.”
She shifts her eyes to the ceiling. “I talked to my dad yesterday.”
“Oh?”
“He offered me ten million dollars, equity in Primrose Realty, and said he was prepared to fly me across to Europe so I could attend the best art schools in the world.”
My fingers curl into my palm. “If?”
“If I come back. Date Preston, make him look good again. Apparently, my character has been defamed, though I’m not sure who started it.” She blows a strand of hair out of her face. “It’s a good offer, even though it’s way less than what my inheritance was going to be. I should probably feel lucky that he’s willing to give me anything at all, at this point.”
Preston’s claims from the other day poke at the back of my brain. It’s easy to offer the world to someone when you know there’s no way you’ll ever be able to follow through with it.
Lifting my hand, I run my knuckles over her cheekbone, smoothing away a smudge of paint under the corner of one eye.
“But it just made me think… I left because I didn’t want any of that. Going back now would feel like erasing any kind of progress I’ve made, just to make Daddy happy.”