He laughed and it rumbled through my stomach. I don’t think my words had turned him off in any capacity. In fact, if anything, they’d made him hard. Slowly, he began to grind into my stomach. He was thick and hard.
There was no exit I would get near and it didn’t matter.
Lucien grabbed my wrist and squeezed hard. The knife clattered onto the cutting board and my eyes went wide. My mouth parted and I waited.
“Such a pretty little mouth,” his fingers came up and teased along the edges.
I tried to bite him but I wasn’t quick enough. He grabbed my neck and only slightly squeezed. Lucien’s eyes had gone dark with desire. I hated that I wanted to know exactly what he was thinking.
Only, I did know what he was thinking.
“I’m going to make you gag, Little Angel. Put that pretty little mouth of yours to use. Finally, get you started on paying off your brother’s debt,” he spoke.
“I’ll bite your dick off before it I…”
“You’ll drink what I offer, Little Angel….and you’ll lick me from your lips like it’s ambrosia,” he stated.
With no warm he ripped the t-shirt I wore from my body. I could hear the soft snores of Fedor off in a corner somewhere. He wouldn’t be of any help, not that I thought he would stop his master. Lucien was determined.
His hands gripped my breast that were encased in the lace nude-colored bra I wore. It became shreds and an unexpected pile on the floor. He darted his head down and licked my exposed nipples.
Ice.
They turned as hard as ice, and all I could do was hiss in both pleasure and pain as he rolled my nipples in his hands.
“I think they look like perfect berries,” he admired them before sucking them into his mouth again.
My hand went to the back of his head to hold him them. He lifted only for a moment to take me in and then went back to suckling.
Fuck, I thought.
I wanted this to happen.
I was becoming desperate and needed to be fucked.
Hard.
“The food,” I found myself breathing out the words.
He stopped and stared down at me. His eyebrow was raised, and I took his eyes in. They were still dark with passion. Lucien was starving alright, but it wasn’t for a stew.
He pushed away from me and went to the stove. The distinctive click of the stove dial being turned hit my ears but before I could register he was back. His thick fingers undid the snap of my blue denim jeans within seconds.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He pulled his own pants down and his dick sprang into view. Hard and lined, thick with angry veins and tinted cherry. Lucien was ready to fuck my brains out. Before I could think much more, he had picked me up and pulled my legs around his waist. Gasping for air almost immediately, he entered my body over and over again.
All I could do was grip onto him.
Sweat began to slicken my body.
Suddenly, we were in the doorway of the kitchen and my back was braced against the wall; my legs were wound around his neck as he began to lick and kiss all over. He stopped for just a moment and I could see that his hand was wrapped around his member.
He was ever so slowly working himself up and down. It was slow and delicious. He slid back up the length of my body and once again entered into my pussy.
“You’re so fucking thick,” I moaned.
A small laugh escaped him.
