Filthy Lies (Blackstone Dynasty 2)

I did what he asked.

Almost brutally hard with fingers stroking deep and relentless in their purpose, with no censure of any kind. He took what he wanted from me...and then demanded more as he owned my second climax. I lost track of...all things, understanding only that I was utterly in his care.

James taking care of me.

This I knew without explanation of any kind. And so, I drifted away to a place I'd never been before, but where I wanted to stay forever.

I wasn't ever coming back.

Chapter Seventeen

JAMES

I held Winter against the length of my body with a hand at her throat, taking her breaths along with the kisses I stole from her. I wasn't even a little bit sorry. Making her come was my new favorite obsession. Still amazed that she hadn't backed down from any of what I'd done to her, I waited for my beautiful girl to recover from her orgasm.

Because the night was young, and she wasn't finished yet.

And also because I now knew I'd never be finished with her. That was on me, not her. I couldn't change what I was, but what I'd just discovered in the course of her two orgasms had changed my future. Changed our future.

"Winter...my Winter," I whispered against her mouth.

She moaned beneath me, needy and fitful.

"I want to fuck you…and make you come again…this time with your perfect pussy wrapped around my big hard cock."

"Please, please, James, please," she begged.

She shouldn't have to beg. Not ever. She shouldn't have to beg. But it was a thing of exquisite beauty to witness, and I knew I'd make her beg me again and again and again. She was too fuckin' sexy…I wouldn't resist the temptation.

I left her on the bed and stripped off my pants first, and then my socks. As I got naked I leisurely admired her, stretched out waiting for me to fuck her. In my house. In my bed. In my life. Mine, all mine, all mine.

But she's not just waiting to be fucked.

It didn't feel like that at all. In fact, nothing had felt familiar tonight. Because it wasn't. I had never done this before with any other woman.

You aren't fucking her. You're making love to the woman who owns your heart.

I stepped out of my boxers and stroked myself from root to tip. It felt so good to do it with her seeing my body for the first time. Her eyes were greedy, watching my every move as I fisted up and down the length. And then they grew wide in surprise when she noticed exactly what I had on the underside of my dick. Two silver balls at each end of a bar pierced horizontally through the skin just below the head of my cock—a frenum piercing.

"You're smiling, Winter baby."

"You are pierced on your very big, beautiful cock, James Blakney." Her grip on the headboard was abandoned for a second time as she sat up and stripped off the gloves while leaning forward to get a better look. She didn't follow directions very well, but I forgave her. What she lacked in discipline she more than made up for in enthusiasm. She also said amazing things for my ego. Yes, she is a keeper.

"Do you mean this?" I asked, stepping forward to show her.

"Yes…I want it," –she reached out with her left hand, wrapping her fingers around the base— "Does it feel good when you fuck?" The combination of her touch and the directly worded question nearly sent me to my knees. I bowed my back and thrust forward into her grip, hoping like hell I could hold off long enough to have it inside her…somewhere.

"It does. And it'll feel good for you too…when I'm in you." I thrust into her tight grip a few times…and then she opened her mouth and flattened her tongue out wide.

Oh, mother-FUCK. I steered my cock right inside her beautiful mouth and pushed it to the back of her throat.

Where she took me all the way down in one swallow.

"Fuuuuck—feels so good." I sounded like an animal growling out the words I spoke even to my own ears. In my mind I realized I was probably too rough with her, but I rationalized it by watching her carefully for any signs of needing me to slow down or back off.

She gave me not a single one.

Her mouth. God. I could die a happy man with my cock bottoming out at the back of her throat. I thought I might die when I gripped the sides of her face and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. My strokes hard and fast, almost painful in the sensation of pleasure as she took me in, her hot, wet tongue caressing against the bar of my metal with of each rough thrust of my cock. She sucked me like it was her new favorite thing to do. This girl…mine forever.