I didn’t know. Between the teasing torment, the increasing noise below, and the need burning me from the inside out, I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to think. I just…wanted.
“Are you worried someone is going to look up here and see daddy’s little girl with cum dripping down her thighs as she begs me to fuck her?” The low, rumbling taunt vibrated against my back, sending my arousal climbing another notch. “Or are you begging me to fuck you because you’re so desperate to be filled with my cock and you don’t care who sees?”
“Oh, God,” I mewled. “Please. Please.”
He jerked himself faster as his finger slid another inch deeper inside me. “Tell me, princess. Tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
My body sat on the edge of pleasure so sharp that my thoughts scattered. Words begged to be said, but I held them back, afraid of what might spill out if I didn’t. Then he withdrew his touch, and restraint vanished—I didn’t care what escaped me anymore. “Please, Lucian,” I keened. “I want you to fuck me.”
A trail of wet heat followed his tongue as it slid from my neck to my ear. “More, baby. I want to hear every detail about what you want from me.”
I spoke quietly, highly aware of the people—of my father—below. “I want you to push your cock inside of me.”
“Is that all you want? For me to push inside you? Or do you want more?” he asked roughly. “Tell me everything.”
I fisted my hands against the wall and gave in. I stopped holding back and opened the floodgates to my every want, without shame. I gave him everything.
“I want you to push your fat cock deep inside my pussy. Again, and again until I come. I want to feel you stretch me wide and pinch my nipples. I want your hand around my neck, holding me exactly how you want me. I want to see your marks on me tomorrow. I want you to fill me up with so much cum it’s spilling out of me,” I rambled, growing needier with each confession.
“Such a good girl with such a filthy fucking mouth,” he praised. His heated breath brushed my neck before his lips closed over my skin, drawing a soft ache, followed by the gentle sweep of his tongue.
The noise swelled around us, a reminder that time was slipping away. Soon, everyone would take their seats, and the room would fall into expectant silence for the speeches. Soon, nothing would hide our panting breaths from above or my moans pleading for more. Soon, everyone would be able to hear the building orgasm that Lucian kept out of reach, crashing over me.
Hell, they might hear me anyway. My grip on my control was already slipping, and I wasn’t sure I could contain the overwhelming pleasure building inside me.
He pressed closer, and I sucked in a breath full of anticipation. The plump head of his cock slid between my folds with every quick jerk of his palm along his length.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
He buried his face against my back and moaned; the sound wrapping around me, threatening to pull me into the depths of pleasure with him. His release struck my opening, my thighs, and my ass.
Then…
He pulled away.
He stepped back, leaving me bent in half with my hands against the wall, my ass pressed out and waiting, cool air caressing the wet heat of my pulsing core, and his thick cum dripping down my thighs.
What the fuck?
I whipped my head around to find him watching me as he refastened his pants.
What the fuck?
Maybe he’d kept me on edge for too long, because my mind struggled to make sense of what I was seeing. “What are you doing?”
He tipped his head, pulling himself together as if nothing had happened. As if I wasn’t holding myself on display and still waiting for him to fuck me.
“I decided I didn’t want to fuck you right after you got done flirting with your ex. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy your filthy words and wet cunt,” he stated matter-of-factly and winked.
A low buzz took hold in my mind, separate from the lingering pleasure. Tingles cascaded down my chest and through my limbs until I wasn’t sure how I was still standing.
“And now if you decide to change your mind and fuck anyone else tonight, they’ll find your pussy marked with my cum and know that you. Are. Mine.”
“What the fuck…” I muttered, struggling to process what the hell he was saying.
Did he just say …
Did he just cum on…
