Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I was so fucking close to coming, but the new angle lacked friction against my clit. Needing more, I reached my hand between us, only to have him slap it away.
“Not yet,” he panted. “Me first.”
“What?” I screeched. Lucian always made sure I came multiple times before he did. My shock increased more when he pulled out, guiding me back to the middle dip of the chair and stood over me. I stared up at him with wide eyes, an aching need pulsing in my core. “What the fuck?” I rasped.
He roughly tugged my top down, baring my breasts. One hand fisted around his cock, jerking fast and hard while the other pinched and twisted my nipples. “Need to come on these tits.”
Again, the past slammed into me, harder than before, squeezing the air from my lungs. My limbs trembled as more memories tried to claw their way through. Defeat and frustration warred over how quickly my mind betrayed me until a scream to stop threatened to explode free.
Lucian cupped my cheek, gently tipping my head back to look at him, giving me his molten gaze to latch onto and reel myself in with. His eyes stared down at me with a mixture of arousal, hope, and more adoration than he could hide. The honest emotions crashed over me like a wave washing me clean, so powerful that I couldn’t do anything other than give in to it.
I gripped the edges of the couch with shaking hands and arched my back. I chose this. I took this. I wanted this, and I wanted it with him.
As if he’d been waiting for my approval, his strokes grew faster and more intent, his eyes never straying from mine. In less than a minute, his mouth parted with a guttural moan, and he jerked thick ropes of cum across my chest. I absorbed his pleasure, craving the warm splashes against my skin, loving the way he wiped the last drops across my nipples.
When he finished, his body sagged forward, catching himself with his hand beside my head. Despite not having gotten off, satisfaction still wove through my veins, leaving me content with the night.
Except, apparently, Lucian wasn’t done.
In the next instant, he snapped into action, gripping my thighs and hoisting my hips nearly to the top of the arch with my head dangling over the back. He leaned forward and buried his face between my thighs, shoving his tongue deep. I moaned, driving my hands into his hair. With an arm atop my waist, he held me steady as his fingers replaced his tongue, fucking me hard while he tortured my clit.
I gasped, panting for breath, back on the edge of coming. He ate my pussy like a starving man, using his teeth, tongue, and lips.
Moisture poured from me, sliding down the curves of my bottom where he followed with his fingers. I tensed, never having been touched there before, but then his tongue swirled again, and I forgot everything but the pleasure building higher and higher.
“Lucian,” I screamed when his finger breached the opening of my ass, easily slipping in and out with all the lubrication he pulled from me.
He added a second finger, sliding deeper, creating a sharp sensation that exploded through my center.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted.
I writhed on the arch of the couch, hanging on the precipice of losing myself completely. Every nerve in my body vibrated with the need to come until I thought I’d shatter if I didn’t release.
“Give to me, princess. Be a good girl and come for me. Show them how wild you can be.”
The sensations wracking my body left no room for the familiar word that plagued me to penetrate my bliss.
He pushed his thumb into my cunt, two fingers in my ass, and sucked my clit, creating the ultimate trifecta of pleasure. My mouth dropped open with a silent scream as my body exploded and imploded all at once. The orgasm consumed every inch of me until I lost sense of time and space. Nothing mattered—nothing existed—except the slow swirls of Lucian’s tongue tethering me to him.
I floated back to reality with a sore throat, tears sliding down my temples, and a final kiss to my swollen pussy.
He eased me down off the arch and back into his lap, wrapping me in his arms. He held me together as I sobbed, my body shaking against his shoulder, not understanding where the intense emotional swing came from.
“Shh. Shh. It’s okay, princess. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”
“Lucian,” I whimpered his name, clinging to him like a lifeline to get me through this storm.
By the time my body finally gave out, my tears faded, and I’d buried myself in his chest. He stroked my hair and ran a hand up and down my back, still muttering that he was right there—that I wasn’t alone.