Durability (The LockDown Series Book 3) (11 page)

“Angel, my beautiful angel. I will never not want you. Whether you had one leg, or two heads or six tits, I’d still want you with the same fucking need that I have now. So, open your legs for me a little, and put your hand to your pussy, I want to see how you please yourself,”
I command her and her thighs separate like Moses parts the red sea.

My own hand reaches to my groin hurriedly as her fingers separate her lips and begin to tease her pulsating, swollen
clit. “Hmm, that’s a fucking beautiful view. Put your fingers inside yourself, feel ho
w wet you are for me.” I hiss as I watch
two fingers delve inside her tight channel. Her pussy moulds around them, squeezing furiously at her slender digits, her juicy wetness dripping around them. I don’t need her clarification on how slippery she is, I can see it for myself.

I lick my lips, wanting to taste her for myself. My hand grips at my dick, hard. I need to release it from the tight restrictions my trousers provide, otherwise I am sure my cock will just bust through them regardless.

“How does it feel baby? Are you wet and hot for me?” I ask her in that deep British voice I know she loves. I can’t stop it from happening; my brain automatically changes my accent as my levels of arousal rise. Normally, I sport a typical Essex accent, a little common, but as I become excited or even angry, it changes to a clipped, deep barrelling tone that either scares someone shitless or drives them to extended levels of heat.

“So good, it feels so good. I’m so wet Leighton. So wet for you,” she tells me and I take a few steps closer to her, watching as she clenches down on her fingers and her eyes pop from their sockets a little.

“Good pet, now circle them, stretch yourself a little so I can fit inside your tight cunt.” I make myself groan with the last of my words. Her back arches from the bed a little as she moves her hand around.

“Oh god. Argghhh.” She moans aloud, her hand now pumping in and out of her pussy with vigour.

“You want me? You need me?” I ask her as I take another three steps, my body now at the end of the bed. I look down to her, her cunt in my direct view, her hand pleasuring herself.

“Yessss!” she hisses out, her legs tense and her back rises off the sheets. Her nipples are perfectly stiff, begging for my fingers to grip them and squeeze firmly.

“I want to taste you Angel. Do you want my mouth on you, lapping and sucking at your juicy pussy?” I walk to the side of the bed, grabbing her legs and twisting her entire body round. I pull her to the edge, her arse hanging over, and her back flat on the sheets widthways. I force open her thighs wide, her cunt wet, slick, and delicious.

“Hmm, so pretty and perfect,” I say as I move one of my hands to her, separating her folds once again and teasing her soft wet skin.

“Leighton.” She moans loudly, forcing her groin further into my hand. “Oh god baby.” She continues as she grinds on my fingertips. I graze her clit occasionally, tormenting her further.

I get to my knees, the bones digging painfully into the hard tiled floor.

“You want it, baby? You want me to taste you?” I ask her again as I bend my head towards her, mere centimetres away from her intoxicating scent of arousal.

“Please Sir,” she squeals out as I lower my face further and lick the length of her groove
.

God! She tastes like heaven, pure and utter bliss. I use both my hands to separate her completely as my tongue assaults her every nerve ending. I feast on her like a starving man.

“Leighton,” she moans aloud, one of her hands reaching into my hair and gripping tightly to it. “Harder.” She whimpers
again, demanding more from me.

I lift my head and look to her; she bites her lip in apology knowing already that she is turning into a brat again. “Sorry sir.” That is better. Nobody, and I mean nobody, other than Ant, tops me. I am the head of my game, the master in all things. Nobody controls my life or controls the speed in which I let them climax.

“Good girl. Now lie back, close your mouth and let me continue without interruption. Unless it’s screams of pleasure leaving those pretty little lips I do not want to hear a sound, especially you telling me what to do, Abigail.” She nods her acceptance and leans back on the bed. Her hand once again laces within my hair as I restart my onslaught on her fuckable cunt.

I can feel her juices running steadily from within her, coating my lips and even my chin as they continue to drip. I use one of my hands to separate her and spear her harshly with two of the fingers. She screams loud and high pitched as they enter her, spreading her inner walls and stretching her until she is bucking from the bed.

“You want me inside of you pet?” I question her. She lifts her head a little, looking down between her legs to where my face currently resides. She nods her head frantically, the gift of speech currently leaving her. It makes me proud of myself that I can send her so crazy that even the muscles in her mouth and throat fail her.

“I’m sure I can accommodate your need sweetheart.” As I stand myself up and remove my trousers, I am sent back to the last time this happened. Before she had entered rehab we had fucked in this very hospital, not in this room, but a similar one. She had just found out about my tendency to control and now here she was begging for me to do just that.

I can see her throat bobbing in anticipation as I slowly unbutton my clean shirt; the bloodstained one now disposed of in the bin. Each time a small disc slips through the hole it belongs to, her eyes widen that little bit more. “You see the control I exert over you baby, just by taking my shirt off, how needy and greedy you become? You’re desperate for me aren’t you, pet? Desperate for me to push myself inside of you and make you scream, for me to control every breath you take, every pump of your heart as it circulates your body with blood. I own you, don’t I baby?” I interrogate her. I know every word I have said is correct, as it is exactly the way I feel about her.

She controls everything I am. My blood, oxygen, my brain and every thought that runs around it. She controls me entirely; I am nothing without her very existence.

“You are my heart Leighton. You don’t control it, you are it baby,” she tells me and it causes an enormous smile to plaster my face.

“That was sweet angel.” I walk to her head and lean down to kiss her soft lips once. “I love you princess.”

“And I you Leighton, so bloody much.”

“Now, open up sweetness, my cock is dying to feel you around me.” She looks at me with utter adoration and arousal. Her eyes are glued to mine, staring at me intently, releasing every thought she owns. I can tell by one simple look from her, that I am her life, her everything.

Her legs fall open and I kneel on the foot of the bed. She bends one leg towards her and moves it around me so I am placed between her thighs. I grasp onto my firm cock, stroking up and down the length, feeling shivers course through me. I fall forward, holding myself up with one of my arms as I line up my dick to her scorching entrance with the other.

She lifts her hips a little to meet me. I push through her wetness slowly, savouring every inch she can take of me.

When I am fully seated in her, her moans become louder and louder. I know there is nowhere on this planet I want to be more than with her, inside her and around her.

She is my world.

Pure heaven is the feeling that overcomes my body as I feel my husband entering me for the first time since we married. I struggle to accommodate his girth and length as he penetrates me, taking over every inch of my needy pussy.

I hiss through my teeth as he stretches me to full capacity with his outstanding dick, the head brushing against my cervix painfully yet beautifully. It is a feeling I will never not want, it possesses me, captivating every thought as he slides in and out steadily, hungrily and outstandingly. “Leighton,” I scream out as he pulls from within me slowly, looking in my eyes devilishly. The friction of his cock brushing against my inner walls causes my eyes to roll back in their sockets, unable to control the urge to scream and shout my arousal.

With a sexy glint in his green eyes and a wicked smile on his perfect lips, he smashes back into me, hard. The scream that leaves my throat this time is unable to stay hidden.

“Abbi.” He answers me, his naked body firm against mine, his heat smothering me, his hard muscles moulding against my soft skin. “You feel perfect baby.” He continues to whisper into my ear as he powers relentlessly into me.

I lift my legs a little, his palms reaching the thigh of one, holding it to his hip as he grinds down into me, his pubic bone gliding against my clit. I am a bomb, the fuse already lit and burning as we fuck, it is only a matter of time before it hits the explosive device and shatters me apart at the seams.

“Argghhh!” He is losing control as he takes me, his voice becoming deeper, and louder with every thrust.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I warn him as I feel that hot sparking fuse reach closer and closer to my core, the smouldering heat making it unbearable to stay in control at all.

“Do it, cum for me baby,” he commands me, and his dominant tone sets me off onto the rollercoaster of sensation that is my orgasm. I have felt nothing like this, nothing as close and intense as it feels right now. This is the first time my husband has made me cum since he slipped the ring onto my finger. Luckily, the hand that houses the beautiful platinum band is capable of movement and is able to dig itself into his magnificent, firm backside.

“Ahhh, baby, I’m coming. Harder, I need it harder.” I beg, wanting nothing more than for him to hurt me in the most exquisite way there is.

“You want it harder?” he questions me with that dominant look in his eyes.

“Ah-huh!” I nod as he continues to stare at me, my teeth are gnawing at my bottom lip, almost drawing blood as I try to control the energy I need to release in the form of an enormous scream. I have to remember we are in a hospital and not at home in our bed, I can’t very well cry out my pleasure, we would soon be interrupted.

“Like this?” he asks, as he collides his hips so forcefully with mine it knocks the breath from my lungs.

“YES!” I scream, as my orgasm begins to continue just as it dwindles
to near nothingness.

“Oh god, I love hearing you scream like that. Makes me so fucking hot for you angel,” he tells me, forcefully filling me to more than I should be able to take.

“LEIGHTON!” I scream his name louder than I have been screaming already, his cock beginning to swell inside of me as I move my hips up and down to meet his every thrust.

“Yes, that’s it baby. Grip me, squeeze me tight. Make me cum in you Abbi.” I grip down on his cock, almost suffocating his monstrous size. His hand fingers my thigh harshly, the other laying by my head, his fingers laced in my long blonde hair.

“Going to cum, Abbi!” he moans as his forehead falls to mine and his body jolts then stills, his cock pulsing as I feel his warm spunk gushing into me.

“Shit, Abigail. God, I fucking love you.” He kisses the tip of my nose before moving to my mouth and capturing me in a panty-melting kiss. If I was wearing any I know they would be in flames. His tongue is soft yet strong as he controls every flick and lick expertly.

“I love you too.” I smile up at him.

“That was incredible.” We both turn our heads as we hear the voice at the same time. A petite nurse stands by the closed door of our room. She is tiny, with long dark hair and big brown eyes. Her breasts are large and prominent against her chest as her tunic stretches across them. Her tummy is flat and her curves incredible. I can’t really see her, but the dim lights in the room do showcase her perfectly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, but shit, that was fucking hot.” She walks to us without any trepidation.

She comes to my head and looks down at me. “Andrea?” I ask, recognising her from the club instantly. She looks down my body to where mine and Leighton’s bodies connect. She nods her answer as she continues to talk. “Perfect,” she says as she strokes her fingertip down the side of my body then follows the same path back up Leighton’s to his shoulder. I know he feels the same reaction to her as I do because his dick, which had been softening after our intimacy, has suddenly become hard.

“Hello again, Abigail. I am your designated nurse for the duration of your visit. I’ve seen you and Leighton before, fucking and playing, but nothing has ever been as hot as watching the passion he holds when fucking you as his wife.” I gulp down my arousal as she slowly circles my body, taking in all of me.

“Do you know what I want right now? I want to be where you are, under your husband, letting him fuck me the same as he has you. Do you have a problem with that, Abbi?” Andrea asks me, raising her eyebrow and biting her lip. Her large brown eyes are open wide and sparkling with mischief.

Andrea was one of the Domme’s at the club and it drove me crazy to know she was willing to be with Leighton, a Dom, to gain her pleasure.