I lift her off my lap so she can kick off the boxer shorts, and I quickly do the same with my flannel pants. Then she’s straddling my lap, the tip of my dick at her entrance. We both suck in a breath at the sight of it –our bodies joined together, pulses racing inside our most intimate parts. Hearts beating together in perfect harmony. I grip her under her ass and thighs to guide her descent.

“Slow, baby. Look at me while I fill you one inch at a time.”

Ally’s glazed eyes touch mine, lust shining bright and wild within them. I ease her down just a bit, just enough so that my head is nestled inside her, and watch the emotions play out on her face. Surprise. Pain. Complete and utter ecstasy.

“More?” I ask.

Ally nods, struggling to keep her eyes open and trained on me. “Yes. More.”

One more hard, glorious inch. Her walls contract and expand, but she’s still tight and a little swollen from last night. Even dripping wet, I feel her walls squeezing me like a vice grip.

“God, baby,” I grit out, restraining myself from just driving into her. “More?”

“Yes, yes. Justice, please,” she whines.

She cries out when I give her what she craves. She begs for even more, and I can’t resist complying with her wishes.

“Oh, this is too much. Too…too…much. I can’t hold on,” she sobs.

“Just a little more, baby. Stay with me.”

I ease her down onto the last few inches, thrusting up to meet the jolting movement, and I feel Ally break apart all over my lap. Her insides suck and pull at me, and I bounce her up and down in a fast, unrelenting rhythm. Her walls keep quaking, and she rides out the never-ending orgasm, crying my name, her face buried in the crook of my neck.

“Shit,” I grit out, when my own climax clutches my spine. With her pussy still contracting, my release draws tight at my groin. I lift Ally off before it’s too late, and set her on shaky legs.

“Taste yourself, baby,” I pant hoarsely, holding the base of my dick. “Taste how sweet you are. Suck yourself right off me.”

Her eyes grow wide with shock and delight as she takes in the sight of me stroking my glistening wet cock. Reluctantly, she licks her lips and slides down onto her knees between my legs.

“Don’t be afraid, baby. Trust me; you’ll love it.”

Ally’s gaze flicks to mine, desire burning hot and bright. She wraps her hand around mine before slowly bringing her lips to the slick tip, and I groan loudly when I feel her pink tongue snake out and lick circles around my head.

“You like it?” I ask her, my voice thick with overwhelming need.

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.

“Then lick it all, baby. Don’t waste a drop.”

I pulse violently as she slides my hardness between her lips and onto her tongue, until it touches the back of her throat. She takes me slowly at first, getting accustomed to the foreign feeling. Then she’s sucking me hungrily, vibrating my dick with her moans while still squeezing me at the root. I buck my hips upward, eager to meet release.

“So close. So close, baby,” I croak. “Touch yourself. Play with your clit while you make me come.”

She doesn’t hesitate this time, and a hand disappears between her legs. I feel the exact moment her fingers meet her soft folds, because she sucks me harder, more enthusiastically. Seeing her so turned on by her own flavor, my cock in her mouth and her hand stroking her pussy, makes the heat at my core burst and expand into a glowing hot ball of liquid fire, that snakes through my body faster than I can stop it. With an agonized growl, I grudgingly pull Ally’s mouth away, just as the first spurt is purged from my body. She watches with rapt fascination as cum spills onto my tight belly, and I jerk and shiver through the category 5 climax.

“Wow,” she whispers, her lips red and swollen. I groan in response, unable to do much more.

As if I could be even more enamored by her, as if she could possibly do anything else to make the magnitude of infatuation grow any more, she leans over and licks the salty, milky trail of my surrender cooling on the rigid muscles of my abs. I cradle her face lovingly and stroke her hair, so overwhelmed with emotion in this moment, and too raw to even begin to put it into words.

It’s the ultimate act of submission, yet Ally dominates every muddled thought, every sensation coursing through my body, and every single, ragged breath in my lungs.

Soft purrs tickle the inside of my thigh while her head rests on my leg after she’s devoured every drop of me. I lift her into my arms and cradle her against my chest, both our naked bodies sticky with sweat and arousal.

“You should’ve recorded that for your spank bank,” she says, once our breaths have leveled.

“What makes you think I didn’t?”

“True. Just Photoshop some bigger boobs on me. The Olsen twins need some meat on their bones.”

“Shhhh. You’re perfect, angel,” I whisper in her hair. “Perfect just the way you are.”

IT’S FUNNY HOW you never realize how much you hate sleeping alone until you’re forced to.

There. I said it. I hate sleeping alone.

Or maybe I just hate sleeping without Ally tucked into my side, her red, disheveled mane falling into my face and smothering me in slumber. Or her drool trickling onto my chest, or her spontaneous bouts of snoring scaring the shit out of me in the middle of the night.

God. I fucking love it.

So much so, that I couldn’t sleep a wink after she slipped out my front door, leaving me satisfied, yet still hungry for her in every way, shape and form.

“People will start to talk,” she said, sliding on her sandals. Those ugly-ass sandals. God, I fucking love them too.

“Let them talk.”

“You’re cute,” she smiled, before touching her lips to mine. “Cute, but not careless. You know how people love to talk. And those women haven’t had a piece of juicy gossip to feast on in months.”

“Fuck them,” I answered, wrapping her in my arms, refusing to let her go.

“Mmmm.” She ran her nose from the base of my throat up to my chin. “I like it when you don’t shave. Scruff is sexy on you.”

“You’resexy on me,” I replied, letting my hands drift down to squeeze her ass. It fit perfectly in my palms. “Stay. Don’t go.”

“You’re diabolical, Mr. Drake,” she said shaking her head. She kissed my lips and unwound my hands from her body. “Tonight, ok? I’ll come by right after dinner. I’ll even skip the panna cotta, so you better have some ice cream for me.”

“I’ll have more than that for you.”

She turned around and smiled at me just before she hit the doorframe, and all I could do is bask in that smile like it was the warmest, brightest ray of sunlight I’d ever seen. I would go blind before I stopped staring at her.

“Tonight,” she said. “We’ll have tonight.”

I wish I had made her stay. I wish I would’ve told her that I needed to talk to her, that it couldn’t wait another minute, that there was something she needed to know about me before we went any further. But I just stood there, dumbfounded, staring at that trail of fire until she disappeared into the main house.

Even with the lack of sleep, I can’t wait to get to class this morning. I shower, shave and throw on my clothes with more zeal than I’ve ever had. I don’t even bother to do my daily ritual of checking Google alerts, Page Six or all the other gossip rags. None of that matters anymore. Not when the memory of Ally’s body under mine, trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm while mewling my name, is permanently burned into my skull.

I’ve barely stepped inside, when Riku approaches me, trailed by my head of concierge, Diane, and a few members of my staff.

“Dude…are you ok?” he asks, concern engraved in his face. He squints his slanted eyes, making them look black under his dark brows.