You made a deal pretending to be married to the multimillionaire heir to the throne of the city's underworld. You're sitting on his lap, while he is talking to associates in order to make your 'fake relationship' believable.
Once they leave, you try to step off his lap, but he quickly pulls you back down.
"Don't." He groaned, as you sank back in his lap. "Allow me some time."
You smile in vain. "What is it, Lance? Am I that hard to resist?"
"Sweetheart." He whispered against your skin, tightening his grip around your hips. "Resisting you isn't the only thing that's hard right now."
"Is that so?" You breathe, running your fingers down his abdomen feeling his muscles tense beneath the fabric of his shirt.
"Gianna." He spoke softly. "Do not provoke me, if you can't be sure you're gonna want to play the game you're starting."
His breathing came laboured and his sight blazing with desire.
"What if I truly want this?" You ask, leaning in closer. "Will you hold it from me?"
Lance held still, searching your eyes eagerly while undertaking composure.
Before he is able to speak, you prod your body onto him causing a grunt to escape his lips.
"Fuck." He inhales, leaning his forehead onto your back.
In an instant, Lance swept you into his arms and carried you away from the event and up the marble staircase of the venue.
"Lance! Are you out of your mind?" You wail, crossing your legs around his waist.
You observe as Lance barges into the private room, locking the door behind you.
"When it comes to you?" He rustled, pinning you against the door. "Yes."
"I see you are not used to dismissal." You smile, toying with his tie.
He tenses. "You know I ache for you, darling. I'm weak for you. I crave you. I long for you."
You maintain eye contact, as you unzip your dress. He exhales painfully, watching you walk towards the bed.
"Well, that's too bad." You whisper softly, letting your dress fall to the floor. "You can watch." You smile, leaning over the bed. "But you cannot touch."
Lust burning like fire in his eyes, as you tug onto your lingerie.
"Please." He urged. "Let me feel you."
His yearning growing bigger.
You grin as you spread your legs onto the silk bedsheets for him to entice.
"Beg." You averred, making him fall to his knees before you.
"Please." He spoke, looking up at you. "I'm yours."
You smile, shifting to the edge of the bed and running your fingers between his hair.
"Gianna." He whispered against your skin, trailing kisses up your thighs.
Your muscles quivered, as he raised your leg over his shoulder taking you in his mouth.
"Lance." You murmured in shallow breaths, as he continued to taunt you temptingly.
He stood, turning you to face away as he bent you over the bed.
With the belt in one hand, he briskly unbuttoned his shirt and unfasten his trousers with the other.
"You want it?" He teased, tracing your entrance with his belt.
"Yes." You muffled into the bedsheets.
Lance spread your legs wider, forcing himself forward, pressing his arousal onto you.
You gasped.
"Shh, don't worry baby." He said, aligning his tip to your entrance. "We'll make it fit."
"Lance." You whimpered, feeling his length inserted into you. "You feel so good."
"Yeah?"
He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you closer.
The sound of your bodies colliding along with the scent of ardour drowning the room.
"Don't stop." You gasp, sensing your orgasm crest.
Sweat trickles down your back as you close your eyes, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you.
Lance grunts, letting out short breaths feeling you tighten around him.
"Fuck." He groaned, reaching for your breast causing you to moan. "This is all yours, love." He thrusted into you deeper. "Feel it. Feel how hard you make me."
"Oh, Lance." You moaned.
At that, Lance grips your hair and buries himself inside you, gasping for air as he spills.
Your body trembles feeling him shudder beneath your touch.
"Gianna." Your name sounding more like a plea from his lips.
His muscles spasm, as he pulls out of you dripping with your arousal.
You both lay there, breathing fervently, sated and high; having no idea what tomorrow brings only certain that you are exactly where you ought to be.
✧༺♥༻∞ ∞༺♥༻✧
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𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.
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