She’s breathing heavily from the exertion of riding me and I can see the muscles in her thighs straining with the effort.
“Tell me. You’re mine. Your pussy is mine.” This time she doesn’t even bat an eye.
“I’m yours,” she lets out the words, interrupting herself with a moan of ecstasy as I pull her down closer on top of me, getting even deeper inside of her. “My pussy is yours, David.”
“Are you sure?” It takes all of my fucking willpower but I grip her hips hard, keeping her down on top of me, interrupting her gyrating. We pause completely, suspended in the moment.
“I’m sure.” The words come out as a groan. She’s straining against my grip and sweat is standing out on her forehead. “Please,” she whispers, her lips dry. “I’m yours.” I loosen my grip and let my hands simply rest on her hips as she picks up speed again, grinding down as hard and deep as she possibly can. “I’m yours. I’m…yours, I’m YOURS!.”
And like that, with a final scream of the words, she lets herself go, just as my own orgasm tears through and I empty myself. I think it’s the first time in her fucking life that Lilly Madison has not given a damn what anyone else in the world thought of her. Then she collapses on top of me.
***
I wake up the next morning to the sun streaming in. I’d been so distracted by the end of last night’s antics, I didn’t remember to put down the blinds. Lilly is snoozing comfortably next to me, oblivious to the bright rays shining down on her. A small smile is on her lips. Even in sleep, she looks totally content and at peace, like a real angel. Well, maybe a fallen one—I grin as I think about last night.
Our “lesson” really knocked her out. She doesn’t stir at all. My cock twitches at the thought, as images of Lilly’s head thrown back in a violent orgasm flash through my brain. Down, boy. I have work to do. And I want to let her sleep. She looks so serene. I get up quietly, hop in the shower, and quickly dress.
Before I leave, I scrawl a note for her, leaving it on the kitchen counter where she’s sure to find it—Be ready for me at 7:00 p.m. tonight. I’m taking you to dinner. Wear a nice dress. Skip the panties.
In the elevator, I catch myself whistling. I’m feeling surprisingly good. Maybe Lilly is good for me. Or maybe it’s just a nice side effect of the regular sex. I’m usually too focused on work to go hunting for girls. The occasional date here and there, sure, but nothing ongoing. Must be the oxytocin from all those orgasms. I grin.
My good mood carries me through the next few hours. Even Terry makes a comment at some point—“You’re chipper today.” I don’t try to explain. It seems like it’s going to be a fantastic day. That is, until I get the call. The head of security is on the line.
“What?” I never bother with greetings when I know it’s urgent. The head of security wouldn’t call me unless it was an emergency. Maybe those goons of Mickey’s are stirring up trouble?
“We have a problem with Miss Madison.”
“Did she try to leave again?” My heart sinks and I ball my fist. I thought she was feeling good after our time together yesterday, or at least good enough to finish out the rest of the six nights. When she said she would hold up her end of the deal…I believed her. Apparently she’s not a woman of her word after all.
“No, sir. Not that Miss Madison. The other one. Deanna. The twin.”
“For fuck’s sake, what’s she done now?”
“She’s here, sir. It seems she wants to try to take her sister with her.”
“Where?” I snap.
“Greenhouse.”
“Contain her. I’m on my way.” I jam the phone into my pocket, pissed as all hell. So much for my good mood. So much for my good day. I grit my teeth. These Madison twins really are getting to be a pain in my ass.
Chapter Eleven
Lilly
When I woke up this morning, I felt more relaxed than I had during my entire stay in Las Vegas. I felt lighter and the underlying anxiety that had been bothering me was gone. But all of those good feelings quickly went out the window when Deanna came crashing back onto the scene, in dramatic fashion, as usual.