“I love these curls,” he says rolling curls around his fingers. “They’re so untamed, like you, Mac.”
“I’m very tame,” I say, not even knowing if it’s true or not.
He smiles, tracing the contours of my face with a gentle knuckle. He places kisses on my eyelids and my nose and my lips. I purr like a greedy kitten.
Now his finger follows the path of my collarbone as his lips suck on my earlobe. Too much. Lukas Dupree is entirely too much. I’m drowning in pleasurable impulses. Too many to separate or describe. If I were a chameleon, I’d be a hundred shades of sparkling glitter. My frantic heartbeat feels as combustible and infinite as a million dying stars.
He lifts the hem of my shirt above my belly, planting a kiss on my ribs. I arch my back and moan, helpless, when he takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks on the eager bud patiently, making sure it’s perfectly taut and wet before he moves to the next. He knows everything a girl likes. He knows the exact pressure, the exact motion a nipple hungers. My clit aches at the anticipation of his skilled tongue.
“Yes,” I say, panting a little. “More.”
“Shush,” he says as he pulls my shirt over my head. “Your body is mine now. Finally. I want to play with every inch of you.”
With that he strips my pants off in a quick motion. He grips both sides of my panties. He flashes an evil grin as he pulls them down my thighs and knees and ankles.
“Yum,” he says. “Such a juicy little feast.”
Naked beneath him, I’m suddenly terrified. I’ve never had a man look at me like this, talk to me like this, touch me like this. Can I possibly live up to his expectations? Is there anything at all about me that will feel new to him? I’m just a simple girl who, like every girl, aches to be taken by him.
“Your beauty speaks to me,” he says, as if sensing my momentary hesitation. “You have such pure skin. I’ll never tire of touching you.”
My brain turns to mush, my very core about to ignite. I have no idea whether his words are true or false but I love hearing them anyway.
His legs straddle my legs as he hovers above me on all fours. He lowers himself so he presses his body against mine. Then he slides down until his face is between my thighs. My heart frenzies with anticipation.
“I want to own your senses,” he says as he kisses my inner thighs. “Unlock every pleasurable treasure.”
“Knock yourself out,” I say breathlessly, hoping his face will bury itself in my aching flesh and lavish his skills on my clit.
“I’m serious,” he says, almost hurt as I heave my hips toward him. “I need to know what makes you tingle, how your body experiences pleasure, what drives you crazy, what turns you off, what makes you laugh, what scares you.”
“You do all those things,” I assure him impatiently.
He accepts my words this time and rewards me by coiling his tongue up my thigh like a snake. He stops to smell me before his whole mouth envelopes my engorged pussy lips. I bite my lip not to whimper. He swipes his tongue across my pussy as quick as an electric jolt and then does the same to my clit.
My entire body quakes. My eyes roll back in my head and then his tongue pushes up against my desperate nub. He stays like that for a beat and then takes a quick spin around my clit and resets in the same spot, pushing my clit with the perfect pressure and angle.
He’s toying with me, making me quake and spasm with each deft slash and spin and pressure of his tongue. Now he’s lapping at me and tasting me sloppily. What the fuck! He enjoys teasing.
“Your hot juices are so fucking sweet,” he says, almost breathing the words out against my swelling lips.
His tongue laps at me again. That whimper I’ve been holding back finally blurts out. He puts his hands on my knees and spreads my legs wider as he cruelly leaves my clit to circle my opening with his tongue.
I grab onto his hair, pulling him closer to my hot need. “Lukas,” I say, panting, and then I stop. I have no more words. Just unintelligible sounds.
He knows. He fucking knows what I need. The gorgeous bastard.
Lukas presses his mouth harder against me now, flicking his tongue across my clit spastically until he finds just the right rhythmic circle.
Oh my good God! He’s going to unlock one of my secrets. The sensory overload blinds me. My legs tingle with anticipation. The wild speed and perfection of his tongue’s pleasurable whirl make me grip the bed like a cat.
My body tenses as I’m getting closer and closer to something epic and possibly messy, when suddenly his tongue disappears down to my thighs where he kisses the soft skin ever so gently.
“Lukas,” I try to protest.
“I want to make a pledge,” he says in a guttural voice. “For as long as you want me, I’ll keep licking and sucking your pussy like it’s my only sustenance.”
He’s too much. “What if I never want you to stop?”
“Then I’ll never stop.”
Now I’m lost. My whole being concentrates on the tip of his tongue as his words reach deep, washing away all resistance. All I want is this. I want Lukas Dupree to own me, to make me his favorite fuck toy. I want him to spoil my aching nub until I shatter and scream. I want to feel his surging girth deep inside. I want to make him shine and explode.
He lifts his shirt over his head and pull his shorts down. I scan his body in awe from head to toe, a little shy at first, but then curiosity takes over. My eyes fall to his boxer briefs where his thick shaft stretches the fabric, forming a perfect outline of his impressive length.
Lukas watches me for a second or two, pleased, and then yanks his boxer briefs down. His cock springs free and, oh my god, bounces around stiffly. I fall back instinctively, almost laughing from a tickling rush of fear in my bones.
I imagined him naked, but I apparently have a feeble imagination. Seeing the whole man in all his glory is stunning. His skin, his musculature—the power and grace of his frame and the pillow-biting magnificence of his thick, veiny deliciousness possesses all my senses. He’s beautiful. Maybe that’s not the word to use for a man, but you haven’t seen Lukas naked.
His piercing blue eyes offset everything with the most intense feeling of intimacy. When his completely erect penis stops bouncing around, it points right at me, inviting a nibble or a suck, maybe even a bite or two.
I choose all three. And then some.
“That’s not real,” I say, immediately embarrassed.
He laughs and then sits me on his very real cock, my back against his chest. His mouth finds the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and stays there for a second, nibbling on the sensitive skin. I moan as he grinds his erection against my ass.
His mouth presses harder on my skin. I get goose bumps all over as his hands skim my body, cupping my breasts, gripping my hips, pinching my hardened nipples.
Raw lust takes over my body and soul. I’ve never felt such a deep need to be fucked hard before. I want his rude size to wreck my little wet girl with such sudden force and speed. I’m already soaking and he feels it. I’d be self-conscious if I wasn’t so fucking needy.
Lukas flips me around on his lap so that we face each other. Our lips collide in a frantic exchange of fluids. His warm cock presses against my pussy and belly. I can feel him throbbing. He pants wildly next to my ear as he palms a breast with one hand and grips my ass with the other.
When he mouths my nipple, biting down on it, I grab onto his stiff cock to stifle a gasp. I squeeze as tight as I can, sinking my nails a little into his shaft. It’s strange how soft and delicate the skin feels on such a rock-hard erection.
“Bad girl,” he says, enjoying my attempt to hurt him. He reaches over to his nearby shorts and searches the pocket. He pulls out a condom.
I catch my breath as he unrolls it onto his eager erection. The sight of his sheathed monster makes me ache a little all over. I can’t believe I’m going to take that thing. I’m not even sure it will be pleasurable.
He rests his fingertips between my bre
asts to feel my rapid heartbeat.
“You can handle it,” he says reassuringly. The cocky bastard is still reading my mind (or maybe he just knows how women react to that thing.)
He puts both hands under my ass, lifting me up and then lowering me down onto his exquisite cock. I hold my breath as the tip tries to enter me, stretching me. I press my hips down to help his rude intent and then suddenly he slides inside.
“Oh God,” I say as a hot electricity shoots through my belly and ribs.
He just stares at my pussy reshaping around his size like I’m his science experiment. “I love to watch you take me, Mac.”
When he starts to move in me I am overwhelmed. I try to stay calm. I try to breathe evenly, but my heart spasms wildly as I realize he’s growing even bigger inside.
He still watches his big dick wreck my little girl. Fucking Narcissus.
“Just fuck me,” I command in a desperate, gasping whisper.
His eyes fly up at mine, sharp as razors. “Look at me,” he says, as he lifts my chin with a finger.
I look at him. Those fathomless, ocean eyes.
“Do you feel me?”
I nod, breathless. “Yeah, you’re huge. What do you want? A prize?”
“I have my prize,” he moans and then thrusts so deep it hurts.
I bite my lip not wanting to confess the pain.
“A really tiny prize,” he says, and I swear grows bigger inside. “You’re going to hurt my big cock with that tight little thing.”
So dirty. My heart flutters.
His hands latch onto my ass tighter as he pulls his shiny shaft out a little and then pushes back in. The embarrassing sucking sounds we make confirm I am soaking wet and ready for whatever damage he’d like to give me.
Again, he pulls out so only the tip remains inside. I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin.
He moves his left arm behind him for support. He slides his throbbing cock slowly, deliciously back into me inch-by-inch. “You feel so good,” he says and then without warning begins pounding me, in and out, his powerful hips lifting me up with every thrust. His eyes roll back in his head and then close.
He fucks my pussy desperately like it’s a drug. I arch my back as I meet his thrusts with my own, bobbing myself up and down on his epic cock. It’s a glorious thing. I feel him everywhere at once, pounding deep inside.
“Fuck me harder. Like you own me,” I command through my wild panting, wrapping my arms around his neck.
What the hell did I just say? I’ll never walk again. There’s sure to be spinal damage. I’ll have a permanent Lukas-Dupree-sized crater inside me.
And then he does it. The asshole. How could he think I was serious?
“At your service,” he says happily before throwing me onto my back and lifting my legs higher to penetrate deeper so he can pound my poor little wet pussy into submission.
I am overflowing with manic waves of pleasure crisscrossing my core. My clit tingles from the throbbing heat and shock of being fucked so rudely by Lukas Dupree. Now my eyes roll back as he finds a rhythm and speed no woman should ever attempt to endure.
I feel like I’ll come apart at my seams.
I’m falling into sweet oblivion. My mind melts. Everything goes haywire and I explode all over his thunderous cock. “Lukas,” I cry out as I keep riding the waves of a staggering release. “Oh, god, yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
I quake and tremble and spasm. I can feel him throbbing inside me and I squeeze his cock so tight between beats of my heart.
That orgasm was a long time coming. Jules was right.
Lukas pauses. He gives me a deep, wet kiss, and I fear I’ll never be able to take another deep breath ever again.
“That was fucking hot,” he says. “You’re so lovely when you come.”
He begins thrusting again, finding his manic groove again, driving his cock inside me with incredible force. I’m so tender. He grunts out my given name, Nora, for the first time as he holds off his arrival until he suddenly explodes and stops deep inside to enjoy his volcanic release. His almost tortured moan rings out so loud I know the neighbors can hear him. His beautiful face bends into an ugly, joyous seizure of pleasure.
“Come inside me, baby,” I whisper to my big man and he does, over and over again, for the longest time ever. I worry the condom will be overwhelmed by his sweet, never-ending load.
He collapses on top of me, his body still shaking and quivering. I put my arms around him as we both try to calm down our manic breathing.
“Oh fuck,” he says, as he slowly pulls out holding the condom. He removes it from his half-hard cock and then falls to my side with a loud exhalation.
“Amazing, Mac,” he says, barely, with his eyes closed. “Amazing.”
Ha! You don’t know the half of it.
We lay there. Saying nothing. Feeling everything.
“I never…” I begin but change my mind and never finish.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I say, scratching his powerful chest with my fingernails.
“Don’t tell me you never had an orgasm before?”
I roll my eyes. “No, you arrogant chimp. I’ve had orgasms. Don’t be ridiculous.”
Okay, I have, really, but not anything remotely like that. I’ve never had the universe burst through my entire body and turn me into a watery, fiery ecstasy before—I’ve had orgasms. The regular kind. Not the Lukas Dupree pounds me into a sparkling firework that shimmers down from the heavens.
Hell if I’m telling him now that there’s a difference.
“So what then?” he persists.
“The only never is that I’m never going to tell you,” I say.
“Like you’re never going to sleep with me?” he says, pushing his luck.
I flash my eyes at him sternly. “You better quit while you’re ahead.”
He lazily slides two fingers inside me as he squeezes my breast with his other hand. He finds my hardening nipple and twists it gently. He flicks his thumb over my clit, pressing firmly as he finds a rhythm I enjoy.
My whole body reacts.
“Did you like that?” Lukas says as he brings me racing toward another orgasm.
My body begins to writhe around under the pleasure of his spectacularly skillful thumb. “Not fair,” I say through fevered breaths.
He kisses my neck. “I still want to hear you say it, Mac.”
“I never,” I say, grinding my hips as I fight to prolong the sensation.
“Mac,” he whispers as I start whimper. “Tell me.”
But he’s too late. I’m coming again, shaking everywhere at once as a humming, guttural moan escapes my lips. I trap his hand between my thighs as I lift my hips and ass up. He takes advantage by planting a wet kiss on my too tender pussy. He uses his whole mouth to kiss my trembling flesh.
He’s so pleased with himself. I like that.
While I learn to breathe again he takes my face in his hands, locking onto my eyes. “So, you never what?”
I give up. It will be good to get it off my chest anyway. “I never thought I could trust any man ever again.”
*
Holy shit, I had sex with Lukas tonight. Multiple times. Not only that, he’s still in my bed with no intention of leaving.
Lukas behaved and didn’t try to join me in the shower. It’s past midnight and I have a workday ahead of me. I need to get ready for bed and get a few hours of sleep.
I pat the towel all over my naked body to dry my skin. Who am I kidding? I’m not going to shut my eyes with Lukas here. I’ll have to ask him to leave no matter how much I want him to stay.
Before I go back to the bedroom, I take one last look in the mirror and wink at myself. Not bad, Miss McRae.
It’s true. I just had the best sex of my life after a dry spell of over a year. My pale skin glows brighter and my eyes have a new determination in them as I can feel my own life force burgeoning positively within.
Lukas puts his phone dow
n when I return wrapped in my blue towel.
He reaches over to take my hand. Just as I give it to him, he tugs on the towel. I grab it just in time to keep it from falling.
“No more sugar for you,” I say, slapping his hand away from my hip where it has landed.
“Just a little taste,” he says with real hunger in his eyes.
Is he serious? He wants to eat me again? I’m only a human girl. There’s a limit to my reserves of energy.
He notices my hesitation. “I’m serious, Mac. I just want to see how you taste on my tongue after a hot shower.”
This man will be the death of me. Yet, I can’t say no to him. “Just one lick,” I warn him as I kneel on the bed.
He gets behind, bends me overs and then gently forces my knees apart. He slides his tongue between my legs, giving my pussy a slow, long lick.
I gasp, amazed at how good the wet touch of his velvety tongue feels. I’m sure if he put his mind to it, he’d make me come again despite my protests.
He slaps my butt gently and then flips me on my back to lie next to me.
“Now that’s a perfect vintage,” he says, licking his lips. “Just a hint of soap and water mixed delightfully with your juices.”
I chuckle at his words. “You’re a strange man. Do you really have to make everything sound so urgent?”
He looks almost offended. “You think this is my fault? You’re the one with the magic pussy. I’m the helpless victim here.”
“Uh-huh, that’s you. A victim of uncontrollable urges. Relax that little brain of yours for now.”
“Not everyone can have your incredible aptitude,” he says.
“That’s an exaggeration,” I suggest.
“Not at all,” he insists. “This world will be at your mercy once you decide what you want to do with that big mind of yours.”
He’s being sincere. I can’t help but blush.
“Lukas,” I say, gently stroking his abdomen. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
My hand follows the thin line of soft hair that starts below his bellybutton all the way to his manhood. “Am I right to think you couldn’t wait to get rid of me when your friends showed up at your place?”
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