by Diana Bell
"So demanding," he says, giving my ass cheek a swat.
I giggle and reach down to push my underwear down my legs, then turn around, leaning on the bed with my elbows as I wiggle my ass at him. "Wanna try that again?" I say.
He chuckles as his pants slide down over his legs. He carefully lays them on the dresser to the side.
He guides himself to my entrance as he reaches forward, rolling my nipple in his hand. He pushes inside of me, and it's still so tight that I take a deep breath, trying to relax around the size of him.
He pauses and exhales as he fills me, and I know he's taking just as much pleasure in it as I am.
"Fuck me," I command, glancing over my shoulder.
He chuckles and takes my hips in his strong hands, holding me steady. "I didn't hear a please," he teases, slowly, slowly pulling out of me.
"Please, Lucian. Please fuck me," I say, balling the blankets in my hand.
He pushes back into me, and I impatiently push back into him.
"Woman, you'll come when I say you can come," he says, as though we have all the time in the world.
He reaches forward, circling my clit with two fingers — painfully light and slow.
I relax into the blanket, concentrating on all of the incredible sensations coursing through me. The warmth of him against my skin, the feel of his strong hands teasing me, sending electric jolts through my body each time he swipes his fingers over my clit.
I'm impatient, but the build-up is incredible, even I have to admit.
I moan, matching his rhythm with my own, pushing up onto my tip-toes for the perfect angle.
He begins to thrust into me in earnest, the slap of our skin quickening with our rhythm.
I clench the blankets as his fingers circle faster, harder, working me in time with his thick cock.
I cry out, my climax slamming into me with force, and he continues his pace, pounding me into the edge of the bed. He pushes deep and groans, then pulls out of me. I glance over my shoulder as he pumps his dick in his hand, white ropes of come landing on my back.
I watch him with a combination of extreme lust and surprise.
"It just didn't feel right to... you know, with the..." He motions to me. "I felt like I was so deep, and I don't want to hurt..." His cheeks are flushed.
Laughter begins to bubble up inside of me. I stand up, unable to be mad at him. "It's okay, baby," I say, taking his face in my hands. "I understand." Sometimes he still surprises me with his sweet heart, and I forget he’s technically a hitman. I still trust him to protect me and our daughter, no matter what. I always will.
"So, shower?" he suggests with a quirked brow.
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