“Yes. Fuck me. Hard. Make me come, Lucian. Make me come, Sir,” she rambled, her words frantic with need.
The waySirrolled off her tongue ripped a groan from my chest. I slid both hands to her thighs and held her wide, fucking her just like she begged for, so pretty.
The wet, sucking of her cunt rang like music to my ears, and curled around my balls, pulling tight, but I needed more. More of her. More connection to her.
I palmed one breast, circling my thumb over the rosy tip, and leaned down to swirl my tongue around the other, teasing her—making her beg for it.
“More. Do it,” she ordered. “God. Please. Bite me. Make it hurt.”
One more flick of my tongue before latching onto her nipple, pinning the hard nub between my teeth, and rolling. Her scream of ecstasy threatened to send me over the edge.
But I wasn’t ready for it to end.
The first time we fucked had been on my desk—unplanned and quick.
This time, I wanted to fuck all night, take our time, savor every second. I wanted to bury myself inside her and forget what it felt like to be apart.
While I moved from one breast to the other, gliding over every inch of skin in between, burning the taste of her into my memory, she did the same. She sucked and bit across my chest, shoulders, and neck. She licked her way to my ear, sucking the tender flesh.
I worked open-mouthed kisses up her neck, cresting her chin, stopping just before I reached her mouth, forcing myself back.
We ravaged each other like animals in heat, our bodies coated with sweat, mindless with desire. But not once did I lose myself enough to kiss her. She’d unleashed the beast insideme that wanted to rut against her until the end of time, but I couldn’t kiss her.
Maybe because that restraint contained the last shred of my control.
Maybe because I was so unleashed—lost in my desire, I feared what I’d give up or let in if I kissed her.
Either way, I held onto that final sliver, denying myself one intimacy while surrendering to everything else.
She raked her nails down my back, and I was done for—the sharp bite too much to resist. My cock ached from holding off my orgasm for so long. Tears streamed down her temples, each a silent testament to driving her to the edge and denying release.
“Please, Lucian. Please let me come. Let me come, Sir.” She dug her heels into my ass, and I couldn’t wait.
“Fuck. Yes, princess,” I grunted. “You beg so well.”
“Anything you want,” she gasped, her hips bucking beneath me.
“Squeeze me, baby. Come for me. Take my cum.”
One. Two. Three more thrusts. Her mouth parted in a silent scream, her nails gouging my shoulders.
“Fuck,” I groaned. Impossibly tight pulses of her cunt around my cock ripped my orgasm free—as violent and all-consuming as our fucking. Black tinged the edges of my vision, but I focused on her. On her rosy nipples, parted lips, and golden eyes that watched me as much as I watched her.
Every inch of my skin came alive with electrified pleasure as I emptied my cum inside her. I kept thrusting, not ready for the pleasure to end, giving every drop. I pulled back, watching my cock slowly sink in and out of her, my cum flooding free to coat her thighs, and I almost came again.
Fuck. Me.
For the second time today, I saw my cum marking her skin, and my heart froze in a free fall before thundering twice as hard.
The alarming sensation should have left me demanding space—for her to get dressed and sleep in her own room now that we were done. Instead, I found myself sliding my cock out, just to push my cum back inside, as if it didn’t belong anywhere else.
Instead, I moved her up the bed to my pillows and pulled her into my chest.
Instead, I muttered, “We’re done with your room. You’re staying here tonight.”
Yeah, I was fucked.
CHAPTER 8
