“We were happy until a boy appeared next to you. Hepulled the ponytail you had beautifully tied and lifted your pink skirt. That was the moment I got so angry that I started beating him up. And I haven’t stopped. I remember I even pushed you whenyou tried to get me off him. You started to cry and begged me to leave him alone, but I didn’t listen. I just continued throwing punches all around him, even though he stopped moving.”
He pauses for a second, seeing the tears around my eyes. Yes, I am crying because it felt like I’m reliving that memory.
“I don’t know how you managed to take me off him, what kind of supernatural force was inside you back then, but it was a lucky moment. A few more punches and he would’ve been dead. I was about to kill a kid, Anmara. Just because he mocked you. I also remember that you hated me from that exact second. Every time our gazes intersected, you were looking at me with so much hate, crushing the heart that was beating fast for you at that age. Honestly, you had every right to do that,” he laughs with sadness.
“You were my best friend. I didn’t hate you, but I could no longer stay close to you,” I say when his story gets to an end. Lucas’s eyes lit up, looking at me with an unspeakable intensity.
“I was scared you were gonna hurt someone else because of me, so I avoided you. I always gave you a side eye, only to keep you far away from me. I think it became a habit.”
My eyes are full of tears when I finish talking, realising how fresh the memory still is in my mind, no matter how far away in time it may be.
“I kind of deserved it,” Lucas smiles. His big fingers reach my face, removing the tears that are angrily spilling down my cheeks.
I get startled by his touch, but I don’t object. He stares into my soul, only losing contact with my eyes to look at my lips. He is getting closer, wanting to kiss me.
This time, I let him.
I close my eyes to feel his soft lips combining with mine. He is softly getting me into their spell, making my lips part. I let his warm tongue enter and play with mine in a harmony that seemsto have always been there, but it is a completely new feeling. Our tongues dance together differently from what I felt in the past.
The kiss deepens, while his hands go over my body and cup my tits over the material of my t-shirt. He then reaches my booty, gripping it and making me stand from the armchair I was in.
He gets me into his arms and takes me to bed, where he throws me over. We hear a strange when I reach the mattress as if something cracked, but we don’t stop. We even smile during the kiss at the thought of a broken bed.
A small moment of pleasure in the middle of the terrible news from earlier.
We need a good distraction from what is going on. This is better than anything else.
He starts lifting my t-shirt, and we break the kiss only to take it off. I seize the opportunity and take his t-shirt off too. I admire his perfect abs for a second, and I figure I am right about it being ripped straight from a magazine.
Adonis in a human body. That is how I can describe Lucas.
He comes back to kiss me. It becomes more passionate, making me moan. There are a lot of pleasurable sounds from my mouth heard in the room when one of his hands goes down directly on the most dangerous area of my body. I can already feel how wet I am from how hard he turned me on. He sees that and growls in the kiss while feeling the wetness straight on top of my sheer tights.
He takes his lips away from mine and looks at me from above with a dangerous smile. I then realise that I wasn’t wearing a bra. It seems that I forgot to put one on in the rush of this morning. His mouth goes to one of my boobs and sucks it slowly, getting stronger moans from me. Especially in the moment his hand goes under my tights and penetrates me with one finger alongside the lingerie. At the same time, his mouthgoes on to the other breast, giving it the same long-overdue attention.
He growls and quickly rips my tights and lingerie apart, making my eyes go wide. I also try my luck with his shorts, but it frustrates me that I can’t do the same thing he did.
He softly laughs and takes them down in one movement, only remaining in his boxers. He unveils a breathtaking view before me with the monster that is twitching behind the material of his boxers, which I could swear is close to popping. He doesn’t let me admire him much. He gets down on my legs and splits them apart. He almost finishes me off when his warm tongue sinks inside me without any warning, while one of his fingers softly circles my clit.
I try hard to resist him. It is too soon for an orgasm. I didn’t even manage to really feel the magic he could do to my body.
His tongue swaps with his miracle finger. It goes softly over my clit while penetrating me with not one, but two fingers at once. He goes so fast, and this time I fall prey to the trembling of my whole body. My orgasm breaks, making me shake and moan so hard that I hope nobody aside from him could hear me. I feel his satisfied smile on me, and when I bring my gaze to look at him, the image between my legs almost makes me finish once again. That’s how perfect it all is.
He takes his fingers out of me and starts moving them slowly over me. He closes his eyes from the pleasure he feels when he licks my sex up and down, a guttural groaning escaping his mouth, almost louder than mine. He opens his eyes and arises before me until his face makes it to mine’s level. He bites my bottom lip, and I can feel him making his way inside me.
I don’t even know when he took off his boxers. I was too focused on how he was making me feel than anything else.
He slips deeper inside me, making my mouth almost scream while slowly accepting his length.
“Fuck, Anmara!” He swears and then gets on his knees while still being buried deep within me.
He moves his gaze to my body, licking his lips from the image in front of him.
I can’t say that what I am seeing is less appetising. My eyes devour him, feeling more alive than ever before with him inside me.
He starts moving slowly, making our image even more aphrodisiac in the most beautiful way. His hands get to my breasts, feeding on them just through his simple touch.
The movement of his dick inside of me amplifies, picking up the pace. Drops of sweat are seen on his forehead, but I can also see something changing in his horny gaze, leaving a small trace of amusement.
