I open wide to take his enormous tip in my mouth. He groans as I run my tongue around the head, sucking him tight with my lips.
He thrusts his cock in deeper and I turn my face quickly to avoid choking on it. He pushes my cheek out from within. I’m not ready for my throat to get involved. I’m a little terrified of him wanting to try that. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft to stroke him, squeezing as hard as I can.
This goes on for quite a while and he’s growing and then throbbing like mad and just as I feel him tense, close to releasing, he pulls his cock out of my mouth, saving me from a gusher. He falls to my side and quickly flips me around to spoon me from behind.
“What’s going on?” I say. “You didn’t finish.”
He places the palm of his hand over my mouth. “Wait.”
I hear him shuffle through a drawer or something but his hand keeps me from turning my face to see what he’s doing. The suspense is killing me.
Then the sounds stop abruptly and his hand moves between my thighs from behind, stroking my pussy lips.
I feel his breath on my shoulder. He releases me from his grip and I turn back to find his lips. He keeps stroking me, gently opening me up.
When I moan, he puts his hand on the back of my knees, bending them towards my belly. His hand becomes more intrusive as he has better access to my core. He sinks two fingers inside my opening, or maybe it’s three, I’m not sure. All I know is it feels so good.
“You’re so fucking hot, so beautiful,” he whispers. His fingers leave my pussy so he can rim my ass.
Holy fuck. My body tenses immediately at the unexpected touch but then I relax gradually as he strokes me gently. I’m out of sounds. This shouldn’t feel so damn good, yet it does.
“Okay, stay like this,” he whispers in my ear.
He springs up and walks to the dresser that’s opposite from where I’m lying on the bed. He pops a laptop screen open, clicks on a desktop icon and… ahhhh, what the fuck! That’s me on the screen. Well, not the whole me, just one little part of me. My fucking bare ass and pussy.
I look around the room to spot the little camera on a stand at the feet of the bed pointed at my exposed private parts. That’s what he was doing behind my back? Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I thought you’d like to watch your pretty little pussy being fucked,” he says with a grin as if it’s the most sensible thing in the world.
He gets in position behind me, hugging me tight. A few heartbeats later he sits up, reaching for the stand to adjust the camera to the perfect angle.
I watch as he rips a condom pack open, pulling it over his cock. I gasp as he lies back behind me. His hand finds my breast, squeezing it.
“Wait, wait,” I protest. “Are you making a sex tape?”
The room goes silent for a second or two and then he laughs. “Nora, I’m not planning to blackmail you. And little good this tape would be, nobody can see your face. You’d have to have a very famous pussy to be at risk.”
I have no idea how to reply to that.
“You can watch the video and delete the file yourself when we’re done,” he goes on. “Or, you know what, just take the whole laptop and destroy it.”
I can’t respond because just then I see him pressing his cock against my pussy ON THE SCREEN. This is so hot. That cock should never ever enter my tiny pussy. It’s not safe. Seeing it on the screen makes our differences so much more frightening.
Mesmerized I float above our bodies and live in the images on the screen. My body sizzles with a sweet hot buzzing as I watch his glorious cock, hard and thick and smooth, pushing through my soft folds, commanding them to open like wet petals to receive his lethal penetration.
I should be embarrassed. Instead, I’m hot flushed and thrilled. All my nerves come alive, flustered and wildly responsive, as wetness pools between my legs warmly. I don’t want to blink. I want to watch everything. I want that pussy, my pussy, to be annihilated by HIM.
His cock enters and fills me up to the hilt. Completely and fully. Balls deep. I suck at the air suddenly, almost choking on spit. My whole body is one red hot electrified impulse.
“Baby,” I whisper helplessly. “Fuck me. Destroy me.”
He reaches around my waist to find my clit with his fingers. Excitement builds higher and louder with each stroke of his fingers on my clit in unison with the thrust of his hips.
I’m being fucked by Lukas Dupree and I can watch it all. I press back against his cock, wanting to take him all the way in and keep him there. Forever maybe. I want his hard, fat cock to take camp in my pussy. I want him to completely stretch me to his perfect fit so only I can please him, receive him, bathe his cock in endless juices.
Fuck, yeah.
He withdraws and slams right back in, again and again. I’m frantic. Hurting. My pussy is being destroyed. I love every second of it.
Coming undone tight around his cock is one of the most intense experiences of my life. I feel a tense pulse gripping my pussy as I explode violently, biting down on his hand across my mouth so hard my teeth might have cut holes through his skin.
And then I feel how he exhales hard against my neck as his thrusts become shorter and faster. I look up to the screen again to watch how he grips onto my hips as he shivers and moans loudly through his orgasm.
Fucking hell. Now this is a show I’d binge watch.
*
“Have you ever been in love, Lukas?” I ask him when he returns from the kitchen with two bottles of water and a fruit salad on a tray.
He sits down and hands me one of the bottles. “You think I’m incapable of human emotion.”
“That’s a total dodge. I’m going to need an answer.”
“I thought so once,” he says, almost unwilling to concede the fact. “What about you?"
I shrug. “Maybe. Possibly.” Two can play at this game.
He lies on his back and rolls me on top of him. “That guy at your cousin’s wedding?”
“Maybe,” I repeat. It earns me a slap on the ass. “That stung,” I say, mildly upset, but also wanting a bit more of his punishment.
“I wanted to punch him on the face,” he says. “Is that wrong?”
“Totally,” I say, laughing. “You can’t just smack people you don’t like.”
He smacks my ass again. “Why? I smack people I like.”
“You know that hurts,” I inform him.
“Then why do you like it?” he asks.
“No comment,” I say. “But, seriously, what has Carlton ever done to you?”
“I wouldn’t care if he’d done something to me. It’s what he did to you. He’s an asshole and he didn’t treat you right, not that night at the wedding and not back in the day.”
I feel a strange pang in my chest. “How do you even know?”
“It was plain to see. I could tell. Written all over his face and yours.”
“It’s the past. My past. And I fight my own battles,” I say, not really wanting to talk about that period of my life.
“There it is,” he says. “Right there in your eyes. He hurt you.”
I kiss him to shut him up. I squeeze his cock and pump it a few times, feeling it grow stiffer and longer under my fingers.
He grabs my hand and kisses it. “Don’t you want your surprise now?”
The surprise! The extra pervy camera stunt was not the surprise? I grow excited all over again. “Yes,” I screech. “Give it to me.”
“You dork,” he says as he pinches my ass before he rolls me off him.
He opens the drawer in the night stand. He reaches in and takes out a big white envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Open it,” he says, handing it to me. “Take a look.”
I find a folded paper inside the envelope and open it.
“A marriage license,” I say as my jaw drops. “What does it mean?”
“It means we should elope.”
“Elope?” I say, stunned.
“Yes.
I was thinking, maybe Las Vegas? Why postpone it? The sooner we start, the sooner you’ll get your inheritance.”
This is the last surprise I would have guessed. “I don’t know, Lukas.”
“C’mon, Nora. Let’s get it over with. We’ve laid all the groundwork with your family and friends. It wouldn’t be much of a stretch.”
“I’m not the type to just quickly make a decision of this magnitude.”
Instead of a reply, he shows me an image on his phone. It’s a house, big and white and pretty, looking brand new, with overhanging balconies and a lovely wooden porch.
“It belongs to a friend,” he says. “It’s just outside Vegas and I have the keys. We could stay for a day or two after the wedding. Longer if you like.”
He makes a convincing case and I know I cannot keep him in limbo forever. I’ve known from the beginning the wedding would happen sooner rather than later so I can claim my inheritance and get the wheels turning.
It would allow him to move on, too, I guess.
“I didn’t think you would want a big wedding,” Lukas adds. “It’ll probably be easier and more relaxing not to have to pretend in front of your family and friends. I mean, would you really be able to fool your own mother?”
“Do you think I should tell her the whole thing?”
“Definitely,” Lukas says. “I was going to suggest that.”
The fact that I haven’t come clean with my mother weighs heavily on me, but the last thing I want to do is involve her in my schemes. Why make her accountable should something go wrong?
“Plus, we can start living together,” Lukas goes on. “It’ll make it so much easier for me to make good on my promise.”
“Promise?” His self-satisfied grin tells me all I need to know. “Oh, the licking promise. Of course.” I roll my eyes, but I love it.
The moment he catches a glimmer of understanding in my eyes, he rolls me on top of him. His strong hands clutch onto my ass, pulling me forward until I basically sit on his face.
I consider stopping him, but, yeah right. I’m going to let him suck on my clit, driving me into a frenzy, any time and every time he wants.
“Oh, Lukas, like this,” I say, already tingling.
He stops almost immediately. “Will you elope with me?”
What? Is he fucking serious?
Maybe not because he doesn’t wait for an answer. He goes back to work, taking my clit carefully between his teeth and then licking it in circles. A few seconds later, he stops again. “Say yes, Mac, and I’ll make you come.”
Goddammit, I don’t want to give in so easily but my need to come is stronger. “Yes”, I cry out, “I’ll elope with you. Just make me come.”
I hear him growl a little before he puts his mouth on my pussy again and attacks like a frenzied eel. I don’t know what’s happening down there, but start to orgasm so intensely I can’t see clearly.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, slapping my ass before he rolls me off him. “You squirted. That was cool.”
I squirted? What? I’ve never done that. I blush all over.
“Did you mean it?” he says as my vision returns.
A deal’s a deal. “Yes,” I say. “You win. I’ll have to take some time off work and I’ll have to tell Jules, of course.”
“She’ll try to stop you.”
“Yeah, probably, she might, but I’ll take care of that.”
Lukas takes me in his arms. “I’m happy you have a friend like her.”
Me, too, Lukas, me too. “I think I can pull it off,” I say. “Maybe next weekend or the weekend after that.”
“The sooner the better,” he says, dragging his hand across my chest to play with my nipples.
I’ve never been happier and, yet, I know, deep down that I’m falling somehow, slipping, losing control. This is the very place I’ve been wanting to avoid in my life. And, yet, I need this. I feel like I was dead until now.
I’m reborn, even if a big part of me wants to run and hide from the promise of this happiness. Being with Lukas too much could backfire and make this year last forever. We could fuck up our chance at whatever this could be and we could fuck up the plan as we originally structured it.
“Are we sure about this?” I say.
“Completely,” he says, taking a break from sucking on a nipple. He grabs my breasts, smashes them together and teases both my nipples with his tongue in rapid succession, seemingly without a care in the world.
PART TWO
Chapter 15
Nora
As far as the eye can see, there’s nothing but blue sky, sun and dirt, except for a few prickly cactuses smattered about out there in the distance and maybe some unseen reptiles and scorpions lurking.
“How hot is it?” I say, chasing a fly away from my face. We’ve only just stepped outside our air-conditioned, rented SUV and I’m already sweating profusely.
Lukas shrugs. “97, 98. Not too bad.”
“Not too bad? If you’re in Egypt…”
“You know there is a pyramid in Vegas. The Luxor,” he says as he turns the key in the door. “Good news, the house is already cooled down.”
“I can’t believe you brought me to the desert,” I go on, ignoring him. “That picture of the house you showed me? Totally misleading. Whoever took it conveniently left out all the grisly details of the surroundings.”
“Maybe it’s all a set-up so you’ll want to stay inside all day with me.”
Before I answer, Lukas picks me up and carries me through the door.
Once inside the spacious living room, he puts me back on my feet and goes out again. I take in my surroundings and my attitude takes a 180. Not only is the house cool, but the décor is truly beautiful with warm desert colors, rustic art and retro designer furniture.
The velvety couches look so comfy, I immediately plop down onto the one nearest the tiled fireplace. There’s a painting of a fox hunt above the mantle that looks to be meaningful and expensive. My father was an avid collector of art, not to mention I’ve studied art myself, so I have developed an informed eye for art pricing and placing.
“We’re only forty minutes from Vegas,” Lukas says, returning with our suitcases. “We can spend our wedding night in a hotel suite on the strip or we can come back here. Your choice.”
Our wedding night. It all sounds a bit crazy. I can’t believe it’s been a week already since Lukas and I started sleeping together. Well, you know, not sleeping exactly.
He stands in front of me, forcing his knee between my legs as if to verify my private thoughts. Sex. We’ve been having non-stop sex. I’ve lost three pounds. Every girl should do this work out. I call it continual orgasm cardio. It will firm up your butt and belly. You just need a partner who is always ready.
That’s Lukas. Always, and I mean always, ready.
“What do you want?” I tell him, sticking my tongue out.
“We have never fucked in this place,” he says, furrowing his brow.
I roll my eyes at him. “Oh, geez, how did we let that happen? I mean, we’ve already been here for, what? Three minutes?”
“You joke, but if you hadn’t been complaining I’d already have bent you over the oak table in the dining room before getting the luggage.”
“The oak table? Really? That sounds romantic,” I tease. “Attila the Hun had nothing on you.”
Somehow challenged by my comment, he coils his hand around my hair, tugging until I’m standing up and glued to his body. He kisses me and it’s an urgent, almost angry kiss, like he’s hungry for my saliva.
I kiss him back, my terrible Hun, tasting the salt and mint on his breath, his strong arms already feeling up my body in all the right places.
He takes my hand to lead me upstairs. We enter the first bedroom. The blinds are drawn but enough light slips through to highlight the heavy comforter on the bed and the arched marble entrance to the big bathroom.
We roll on the bed, first one way then the other. I find myself on to
p and nip on his lips a little harder than I should. He moans and quickly rolls on top of me and pins my hands above my head.
His face dives towards my neck, biting playfully on my earlobe. I squirm a little under his weight, getting my knee against his crotch, stroking him.
He likes that. He grinds himself against my knee as he groans and then something strange happens. I feel increasing pressure around my right wrist. When I try to pull my hands out of his grip, a sharp pain shoots throughout my entire right arm and hand. I look up to find my wrist bound to the headboard with a leather handcuff.
“What the fuck, Lukas?” I say but he just keeps kissing my neck and face.
I use my free hand to pull his head back by the hair. “What are we playing?” I ask him and then kiss him on the lips.
He pulls back, staring down at me as I’m lying helpless on the bed, my right hand tied above my head. “Finally, you’re right where you belong,” he says, licking his lips. “Under my command.”
That’s a little much, but fine, I’ll play along. “Undress me, bad boy.”
A big grin crosses his face. “You know what? I should. I should strip you naked and leave you like this on the bed, but I’ll play nice and let you keep some of your dignity. Assuming you have any left.”
What the hell is he talking about? This is getting weird.
“I’m sure you think you have the world by the tail,” he goes on. His eyes becoming cold as ice. “You’ll use any means to get your greedy little fingers on Daddy’s money. You think you have it all figured out. You think you’re going to be filthy rich. Don’t you?”
If he’s trying to piss me off, it’s working. I shoot him a lethal glance.
“You fucking little slut,” he says.
My blood boils. “Lukas, I don’t find any of this funny. Not one bit.”
“You’re not supposed to, silly,” he says, tapping on my head with his knuckles to illustrate his point.
My anger begins to turn to fear. What’s happening?
“You know what the beauty of it is?” he goes on. “No one will even be looking for you. We have ten days before anyone misses you, Mac, because you told everyone you’d be gone on a trip. How perfect is that? I get to have you all to myself for days on end.”
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