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  “I’m going to have every square inch of you before the night is over.”

  The air left me violently at his dark words. They were filled with heat and demand and want.

  “Take the rest off,” he said low, barely audible. “The panties and bra. I want to see all of you.” His voice hitched on that last word, as if he were trying really hard to keep his shit together. I watched his chest rise and fall a bit faster as he watched me obey, as I took the bra off first, his eyes riveted to the flesh I revealed.

  As if his gaze alone could draw the tissue taut, I felt my nipples pebble even tighter, painfully so. The blood rushed just below the surface of my skin, and I felt my entire body flush. I gripped the edge of my panties, holding my breath as we stared into each other’s eyes. And then I started to push them down, not thinking too hard on the fact I was actually doing this. I lifted my knees, shifted slightly to get them off, then was about to set them on the floor when he held his hand out. I knew what he wanted without him asking for it.

  I gave him my panties.

  The chilled air hit every part of me as I watched him bring that strip of material to his nose, his eyes unwavering as he watched me, and he inhaled deeply. The groan that spilled from him seemed to be a mixture of pleasure and pain. He tucked the panties into the back pocket of his slacks, and I let my gaze travel down the length of his body again, admiring the tight V of muscles that disappeared beneath his slacks, and then swallowed hard when I saw his erection seemed to be straining even more against his zipper.

  “Come here.” His voice was pitched low and deep, and when he crooked his finger at me, I found myself moving that few inches that separated us, staying on my knees, finding the fact so arousing. I swore he could hear my heart beating, could see it slamming against my ribcage. I tipped my head back even more to stare into his face, feeling my breath come in short, hard pants. His eyes seemed to be riveted to my breasts, and when he licked his lips, I was the one moaning now.

  I lowered my gaze to what was right in front of my face, felt my throat tighten, my mouth dry. Lucius lifted my chin with his finger, and I was caught in his bright-blue stare. I was drowning in the depths.

  Our combined breathing was harsh, and I knew there had never been a point in my life when I wanted someone as much as I wanted Lucius.

  “Elise.” My name from his lips sounded pained. He cleared his throat and lifted his hands to push my hair off my shoulders. The touch was gentle, caring, and despite the erotic, obscene position we both were currently in, I felt my heart do a warm patter behind my ribs.

  I didn’t wait for him to be the one to make the move this time. I took a shuddering breath and pushed all my uncertainty aside. And so when I lifted my hands and undid his belt, sliding it through the loops, and then went after the button, I held my breath and felt strength move through me.

  When everything that could have obstructed my access to his dick was out of the way, I licked my lips. I heard Lucius groan above me, and I lifted my gaze, tilting my head back so I could stare into his face. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his mouth parted as he breathed hard. He looked fierce from his need… for me.

  “Fuck. Elise.” His voice was this serrated sound from his mouth, from deep in his chest. “Go on, baby, take it out. I know that’s what you really want.” He smoothed a finger down my cheek. “I know that’s what I want.” His breath was a low whisper.

  My hands shook, and I curled them into tight fists as I stared into his eyes.

  “Get it, Elise. Put my dick into that pretty little mouth of yours and suck me.”

  I exhaled and lifted my hands, gripped the base of his thick shaft, and heard him groan. Lucius was a large man, not just in height and muscular form, but his cock was monstrous, so big my throat tightened. It was a little ridiculous to think it, but I couldn’t help but wonder if something that size would fit comfortably inside me, not just my mouth, but in my pussy too. I squeezed my thighs together as if that would solve the arousal thrumming through me.

  It didn’t. It made it worse.

  The bulbous head of his cock was flushed red with a drop of pre-cum already dotting the slit at the tip. My mouth watered, hungry for a taste of him like a living entity inside me. I found myself leaning forward, placing my hands on his muscular thighs, curling my nails into the expensive material of his slacks, and engulfed the crown with my mouth. Lucius groaned above me, and then I felt his hands spear into my hair, his nails digging into my scalp.

  The sting of pain had me inadvertently sucking in more of his length. I ran my tongue along his thick dick, right along the vein that was on the underside. His taste was slightly salty and had a hint of something more masculine, more potent. I moaned around him, trying to get even more of him in my mouth until I felt the tip of him hit the back of my throat.

  “Christ.” He groaned as his thickness jerked in my mouth, causing her eyes to water. He started to pull out from between my lips and then push back in, fucking my mouth. He thrust in slow and easy, and I found myself moving my tongue along his flesh, tasting a burst of saltiness as his semen coated my taste buds. I swallowed that pre-cum, humming for more, needing more.

  A carnal need to taste all of him, to have his full load, all of his cum sliding down my throat spurred my motions. I started moving my head along his length at the same time he thrust in and out.

  “Fuck.” That lone word was violent as it left his lips. His hold on my hair tightened as his thrusting hips became more frantic in his need for release. “Fuck, yeah. Take it all, baby. Take all of my thick cock.”

  God. Yes.

  I closed my eyes and focused on getting him off. I needed to. I’d never thought giving a man head could bring me so much pleasure, but my pussy was soaked, and my pulse was pounding in my clit.

  He plunged into my mouth three times and then stilled as he buried his dick all the way past my lips. I felt his balls rest against my chin, the tip of his cockhead hitting the back of my throat. I felt him come, tasted his hot, thick cum. I greedily swallowed it all, humming my approval. I felt my own pleasure mounting, wanting to touch myself, to get off at the same time he was.

  I snaked one of my hands down my belly and between my thighs, but the grip he had in my hair tightened, and a second later, he pushed me back, causing me to still my movements. His cock slipped from between my lips, and he used the leverage he had on my hair to tip my head back gently. For long seconds, he said nothing, just stared at me, this glossiness covering his eyes as if he were drunk or high… no, aroused.

  “I want to be the only man from this moment forward to know what you taste like, what you feel like pressed to me.” His eyes were set hard. “I want to be the only one who knows how sweet your pussy is, how wet you get when you’re aroused.”

  My breath stalled as I listened to him.

  “And if you want my face between those creamy thighs as I eat you out and make you come—” He seemed to pause for effect. “—if you want my cock buried deep inside your cunt, you’ll tell me you’re mine, Elise.”

  He hauled me up as if he couldn’t handle not being close to me any longer. My breasts swayed from the action of his movements, and then I was pressed against his chest, his heat spearing into me. His mouth crashed against mine at the same time he shoved his hands down my body so he could cup my ass in his big palms.

  His cock was starting to harden again between us, and I pressed closer, needing the contact… needing him. And as he kissed me like a man possessed, as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip, I wondered if I’d ever be able to deny him anything, especially when it seemed my body and heart were already falling hard for him.

  25

  Lucius

  I could tell she held her breath at my demand, but I needed her to say the words, to tell me I was the only one for her, that I’d be the only one to give her pleasure, even if she only uttered those words because she wanted to come, because of the heat of the moment.

  She could lie to me and give me th
is, and I’d allow it, but I meant what I said. I would be her only, and if it took the rest of my fucking life to prove that to her, so be it.

  She licked her lips then nodded slowly. “You’re the only man I want. I’m yours.”

  I rough growl left me.

  My cock was starting to harden again, my arousal for her insatiable. I was rushing her, knew I needed to slow down, but fuck, I was anxious, so damn needy for her that I was acting like a damn teenager about to get my dick sucked for the first time. But the blood rushing through my veins, my heart racing, my arousal so strong, there was no turning back now.

  “Come on, baby,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her toward the bed. I claimed her mouth as we moved, moving my tongue along her lips, needing her to surrender to me, to give into me until she knew without a doubt she was mine. “I need you on the bed, Elise.”

  A small sound left her, and I took a step back. I looked my fill of her gorgeous body and didn’t stop myself from reaching down and running my palm up and down my length, thinking about how it would feel to finally be inside her.

  So tight and warm. Ambrosia. Paradise. Perfection.

  Before she could obey me, I pushed my pants down my thighs. My cock was once again hard as a rock. Gripping my dick, I stroked it from root to tip as I watched her.

  “Go on, Elise. Get on the bed.” Elise moved onto the bed and shifted so she was now in the center. “Let me see what I’m going to own.” And not just tonight. Forever.

  She took a deep breath but did what I wanted, bending her knees and placing her feet flat on the bed. And then she slowly spread those pretty thighs. I couldn’t control myself as I stalked the rest of the way to her, and that’s exactly what I did. Stalked.

  She was pink and perfect, her inner lips parting so I could see all that intimate flesh. I lifted a hand and ran it over my mouth.

  The sight of her like this was slowly draining my self-control. She was nervous, aroused, and maybe even a little apprehensive. But fuck, she was ready for me.

  “Baby, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow when I’m done with you.”

  I moved onto the bed and took up residence between her legs, just staring at the perfection right in front of me. I could smell her, a sweet muskiness that had everything in me tightening. I placed a hand on one of her inner thighs and pushed it open even more. I didn’t miss the soft sound that left her at my act.

  And she did what I wanted instantly.

  When Elise spread her thighs even more, and my mouth watered at all the flesh fully revealed. I found myself moving between them even more, feeling her heat, becoming drunk off the scent of her. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, all smooth and pink, glistening with the wetness I’d caused. She was primed for me, but I wanted her soaking, dripping with even more nectar until Elise drenched the sheets beneath her.

  I wanted to lie in this bed and smell her arousal, remembering it was caused by me, because of me.

  “Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re so… pink and wet.” I lifted my gaze over her belly, along her breasts, and watched as her chest moved up and down rapidly as she breathed heavily. I ran my finger lightly over her inner thighs, and she visibly shook. I couldn’t help but smile, loving that just the slightest touch from me affected her so profoundly.

  Placing my thumb on her clit, I pressed against it while I slid a finger down her slit, gathering her slickness and circling the digit around the opening of her pussy. Her legs fell open even wider, and a soft mewl left her.

  Yes.

  Slipping my finger into the wet, hot depths of her body, I grunted when her pussy sucked the digit inside. Christ. Yes. I finger-fucked her in long strokes while I rubbed slow circles around the swollen little bud of her clit, my focus on her face. The breathy cries that came from her had my cock throbbing, the tip leaking pre-cum. I wasn’t ashamed to reach down with my free hand and grip my shaft, stroking myself from root to tip.

  I tightened my fingers around my thick cock, tugging at my length as I continued to thrust my finger in and out of her. I could have gotten off just from watching my finger dip into her body, watching her pussy suck at it. I wanted to hold off until I could stretch her, until I could fill her with my seed. And God, I wanted that. I wanted to feel every warm, tight, and wet inch of her, wanted her pussy clenching at me, aching in need.

  I wanted her on the verge of coming, wanted her to beg me for it, to give me anything I wanted because I was a greedy bastard. I wanted her to surrender because she was so desperate to get off. By the time this was all said and done, there would be no doubt in her mind that she was mine.

  “Lucius,” she mewled, and the way my name fell from her lips, all breathy and full of need, had me gripping my dick harder. Fuck, I wanted inside her so bad.

  “Tell me what you need, Elise. Tell me and it’s yours.”

  She closed her eyes and arched her back, her breasts thrusting out, her nipples tightening even further. “I need to… I need to come.” She lifted her hips to meet my plunging finger.

  I couldn’t stop the deep sound that left me, or the rising frantic need that overcame me. My balls were near to bursting, my orgasm about to claim me at the sight of her plump pussy.

  I continued to push my finger into her and leaned forward, letting my lips play at the shell of her ear. “Tell me what you want.” I breathed out those two words, loving how her hair shifted from my breath and teased my cheek. She smelled good, fresh and clean, a hint of lemons and a touch of sugar.

  She moaned when I added another finger, stretching her tight little hole, working the digit inside her, making her ready for my big cock.

  “All you have to do is tell me what you need, baby, and I’ll give it to you.”

  She continued to lift her hips, fucking herself on my fingers. “I want to feel good,” she said breathlessly. Elise gasped on the last word when I twisted my fingers inside her, scissoring the digits to stretch her. She was going to need it when I plowed into her.

  And that’s what I wanted to hear, wanted her to give me.

  Pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth, I slid my tongue along her bottom lip. I ran my thumb over the swollen bundle of her clit again, and she cried out, her pussy gripping my fingers. My cock was so damn hard it ached.

  “Yes,” she cried out, and I knew she was close. I could feel it as her inner muscles tightened around me. I knew it would only take a little pressure on her clit and a few steady thrusts inside her, and she’d go off. I removed my fingers from her greedy little body, a groan leaving her in disappointment that I was no longer inside her. “Please.”

  “If you want more, all you have to do is tell me.”

  “More,” she said without hesitation.

  I ran my fingers over one of her breasts, her nipple hard and tight, the chilled air and my touch making the peak tighten even more, as if begging for my mouth. Leaning over, because I couldn’t stop myself, I suctioned my mouth over the turgid tip.

  “Yes, Lucius.”

  I couldn’t top the feral groan that left me at her flavor. I ran my tongue over her nipple. She tasted so very good, like sweet… mine. Her skin was as smooth as silk, softer even. I knew I’d never get enough. And while I sucked and licked, memorized every little part of her, I moved my hand down her stomach and to the hard little knot of nerves at the top of her pussy. A cry left her, and Elise begged me for more.

  Perfection.

  “I’m never going to get enough,” I murmured around her flesh. “I’ll never let you go.” I hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud, but her soft moan told me she either didn’t hear me and was too engrossed in the sensations I gave her, or she didn’t care that I was a possessive bastard.

  “Yes, Lucius.”

  I lifted my head, her nipple coming free from the suction of my mouth with an audible pop. Her hands were in fists against the mattress, her body straining with the force of her need to get off. With my eyes open and my focus on her face, I circled her clit again, har
der, faster, drawing out her pleasure and then removing my finger right before she went over the edge.

  Watching her almost go over the edge then refusing to let her turned me on so fucking much.

  “Please,” she begged. “I’m so close. So. Close.”

  Fuck. Yeah.

  I didn’t know if I could have held out much longer. Moving up to her mouth, I latched mine onto hers, stroking her body until she shook and cried out against my lips. I swallowed her cry of pleasure, feeling my own need to be buried inside her mounting to an uncomfortable level. I didn’t stop myself from acting like I had no control—because I couldn’t—and started pressing my hips against her. But it was no use. There was no denying there wasn’t a substitute for what I really wanted and needed.

  And that was inside Elise.

  When her body stopped shaking, her pleasure diminishing, I placed a hand on her inner thigh, feeling the delicate, warm flesh. I was harder than I’d ever been. Christ, she was gorgeous.

  “I should wear a condom.” God, I don’t want to. I want her raw and bare, feel that connection between us that nothing would ever top.

  She shook her head, her eyes wide, her lips parted. “I want you. I need to feel you.”

  Holy fucking shit.

  Everything in me was super amplified. “You’re sure, baby? You’re sure you want me like this?”

  Please say you do. I need you like this too.

  She nodded slowly. “I want you, Lucius. I need you now. I need you inside me.”

  “I need you inside me.” Her words played over and over again in my head. I could have come from those words spilling from her lips alone.

  Placing the tip of my cock at the entrance of her cunt, I just stared at the sight. My muscles were strung tight, my arousal so fucking fierce I could barely control myself. Her cheeks were flushed and her hairline damp from sweat. She was worked up for me.

  She was primed.