DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Lila

I sat upright slowly, bracing my palms flat on the bed behind me so my back arched gently in the air-shoulders back, chest lifted, hips tilted forward toward him. My legs stayed-spread wide around his waist, knees bent, feet planted on the mattress. The position left me completely open, vulnerable, aching for him. I tooked up at his face, eyes soft but steady.

“It’s okay.” I whispered. “It’s fine. I’m here for you.”

He stared at me for a long second, something raw flickering in his eyes. Then I felt something hard and thick pressing against my folds. I glanced down. His cock was still fully erect, veins bulging, head flushed dark and leaking steadily, throbbing like it had never softened at all.

“But look…” My voice came out confused, almost accusing. “It’s hard. You said you couldn’t get it up.”

He smirked slowly, wickedly, even predatorily, and leaned closer until his lips brushed my ear. “Actually. I was joking,” he murmured, voice low and filthy. “I just wanted to see how you’d act. How sweet you’d be. How you’d still take care of me even if my dick decided to quit.”

I stared at him. Then I laughed softly, relieved, a little breathless. “Really?”

“Yeah, baby,” he said, voice dropping even lower. “Every fucking word.”

I shook my head, still smiling. “Even if that stuff happens to you… I’ll still be by your side.”

His smirk softened into something real, something tender. I leaned up and kissed him slowly at first, then deeper, tongue sliding against his in hot, needy strokes. He groaned into my mouth, hands gripping my hips hard.

I pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips. “Don’t tell me you want to stop now.”

“Hell no,” he rasped.

thick, hot, stretching me open. I moaned

I shifted my hips, lined him up, and sank down slowly. The head breached me shakily, legs trembling as I took him inch by inch until he was buried deep. My walls fluttered around him, still sensitive from earlier. He filled me so perfectly it made my eyes roll back.

“Ah,” I breathed, biting my bottom lip hard. “Fuck yes.”

He gripped my hips tighter. “Ride me,” he ordered. “Show me how much you want this cock.”

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I lifted up slowly, then sank back down deliberately, teasing him, letting him feel every slick inch. He groaned low in his throat. His hands slid up to my breasts, squeezing hard, thumbs flicking my nipples until they ached.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. “So wet, Look at you taking me like a good little slut. You love this dick, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I love it. Love how full you make me. Love how deep you go.”

I started moving faster. Up and down. Grinding at the bottom of each stroke so my clit rubbed against his pelvis. The wet slap of our bodies grew louder. My moans turned into desperate little cries. His cock dragged against every sensitive spot Inside me, hitting deep, stretching me wide.

uch yourself,” he demanded. “Rub that pretty clit while you ride me. I want to feel you come again.”

yed My fingers found my swollen, slick clit, and I rubbed fast circles. The pleasure built sharp and fast. My thighs dok My breathing turned ragged.

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Fack, yes brmissed Look at you. So fucking wet. So greedy You gonna come all over my cock again? Gonna soak me like good girl

“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, please… Éso so close…. don’t stop…

He thrust up to meet me now so hard and deep, relentless. Each slam made my breasts bounce. Each thrust pushed me closer. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider, pulling me down harder onto his cock.

“Feel that?” he growled. “My cock stretching you. Filling you. Owning this pussy. You’re so fucking wet for me. Dripping down my balls. You love being fucked like this, don’t you Love being my dirty little slut.”

“Yes,” I cried, “Yes…. fuck…. I love it…. I love being yours…”

He thrust harder and faster. More brutally too. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly hot, sharp, almost painful. My thighs shook violently My toes curled. My moans turned into broken sobs.

“Come for me,” he growled. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel you squeeze me. Milk me dry, baby. Show me how much you love this dick.”

I broke apart.

A sharp, broken cry tore from my throat. My walls clamped down hard-pulsing, spasming, gripping him in tight, rhythmic waves. Pleasure crashed through me – bright, blinding, endless. I squirted again – hot, wet, gushing over his cock, dripping down his balls, soaking the sheets. My hips bucked wildly. My nails dug into his shoulders. My vision blurred with tears and ecstasy. I sobbed his name over and over, trembling, riding the waves until they left me boneless, gasping, clinging to him.

He didn’t stop.

He thrust harder. Deeper. Chasing his own release now. The sight of me coming undone, squirting for him, moaning his name, seemed to push him over.

“Fuck, Lila- His voice broke. His hips slammed up once, twice. A low, guttural groan tore from his throat. Hot pulses spilled inside me thick, endless, filling me completely. His cock jerked with each spurt. His hands gripped my hips so hard I knew they’d leave marks. Overwhelming pleasure roared through him sharply, and he kept thrusting shallowly through the aftershocks, milking every last drop into me.

We stayed like that, locked together, shaking, breathing hard. Sweat slicked our skin. My walls fluttered weakly around him. His cock softened slowly inside me.

He kissed me slowly and deeply, tasting my moans and his own release.

“I love you so much,” he rasped against my lips.

“I love you much more,” I whispered, voice wrecked and sure.

He smiled and gave me kisses all over my sweaty neck and face.

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Two y

years later

Valentine’s Day.

I opened the door wearing the deep red dress he’d bought me weeks earlier. It was the one with the low back and the slit that climbed high on my thigh. My hair was loose in soft waves, makeup light but smoky, and lips painted the same red as the

roses he held out to me

“God,” he said quietly, eyes dragging over me slowly. “You look fucking perfect”

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fled, wok the Howers, and kissed him quickly and sweedy right there on the doorstep. “You look pretty good yourself”

He wore a black button-down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, dark paris, and boots. Simple and clean, handsome in that effortless way that still made my stomach flip.

Dinner was at a quiet little place downtown, all candlelight, soft music, and wine. We talked about everything and nothing at the same time. He laughed at my dumb jokes, and 1 teased him about his terrible taste in ranch music. His hand rested on my knee beneath the table the entire evening, warm and possessive, and it made me feel unmistakably his.

After dessert, we walked to the car hand in hand. The night air was cool, but I barely felt it. All I felt was him, his thumb brushing my knuckles, and the way he kept glancing at me like he still couldn’t believe I was real.

We reached the car. He opened the passenger door for me, but before I could slide in, he caught my waist and pulled me against him. His mouth found mine slowly, then he went deeper and hungrier. I moaned softly into the kiss, hands sliding up his chest. He tasted like wine and him.

“I love you so fucking much,” he murmured against my lips.

“I love you too, baby,” I whispered back.

His hand slid down my thigh, warm through the thin fabric of my dress. He squeezed once, then higher, his fingers tracing the slit until he found bare skin. I gasped when he pushed the dress aside and slipped inside my panties. His fingers brushed my clit slowly and teasingly. Then, he dipped lower, sliding through my wetness.

I broke the kiss. “We’re on the road,” I said, glancing around. The street was quiet, but still… cars with these annoying headlights could pass. Anyone could see.

“Not like I care,” he said, voice low and rough. He tugged my panties aside completely. Two fingers pushed inside me slowly and deeply while his thumb circled my clit. I moaned, head falling back against the car door.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Ryder…”

“You’re so wet already,” he whispered against my neck. “You were thinking about this all through dinner, weren’t you? My fingers inside you. My cock stretching you. My cum filling you up.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Gawd, yes…”

I nodded frantically, swallowing hard as my vision blurred with tears and pleasure. “Almost there,” I gasped, voice breaking. “So please… do not stop.”

He didn’t.

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Instead, he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down, freeing his cock – thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip. 1 breathed out shakily as he pulled me closer, guiding me onto his lap. By then the road had grown darker, with streetlights sparse and far between. Very few cars passed, and none seemed to notice or care what was happening inside our parked car on the side of the highway.

His thick, veiny cock plunged deeper into my dripping, greedy pussy, stretching me wide and pounding mercilessly with every brutal thrust, his hips slamming forward faster and harder, driving me up the edge in a haze of pure filth.

The obscene, wet squelches of his shaft ravaging my soaked hole filled the car, echoing like a dirty porn flick-sloppy, primal, and utterly obscene. My walls clenched around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses, my thighs shaking violently from

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