Chapter 123 Missed me so much?

Chapter 123 Missed me so much?


Lucien dropped Isabella to her feet, before locking the door securely behind him. 

“I don't think someone's going to barge into our room, unannounced.” She chuckled, her hands already on his buttons. 

“Someone's in a hurry,” Lucien noted, smiling, as his hands worked on her dress, removing the ropes deftly as they formed a pool around her feet. 

“It's nice to know I'm not the only one.” She muttered, referring to her fallen dress while still struggling with the last of his buttons. 

“Patience, miss. I'm all yours.” He teased, before claiming her lips, his hands running through all the parts of her body. 

Isabella groaned, her fingers all over his hair. “Can't believe I'm saying this,” she gasped for breath. “But I've missed you.” 

Lucien grinned, his hands cupping her breast. “You don't need to say it with your mouth.” He picked her taut nipples. “Your body has said it enough.” 

His lips landed on her nipple, nibbling while his other free hand went to her lap, stroking her thighs. 

Isabella groaned, walking slowly to the table in the centre of the room, before resting her back. 

“F…figured I'd give you more access.” She threw her head backwards, widening her thighs as Lucien's fingers worked wonders. 

“Oh God,” she rasped. He was playing with her, his fingers everywhere in her body, except the one place she needed him most. 

“Lucien…please,” Isabella pleaded, spreading her legs farther, her hips arched forward. 

“Please what?” He looked up at her briefly. “What do you want?” With both hands, Lucien packed up her breasts, eating both of them at once, his face in the middle. 

Isabella reached for his trousers, slowly unzipping him, taking out his already hardened cock. 

“I need you inside of me.” Her hands caressed the tip. “I need your fingers, I need you to eat me and I need you to fuck me silly till I can't remember my name.” She breathed, going down on his cock, but Lucien pulled her back up. 

“Not so fast, missy.” He grunted, claiming her lips one more time. 

Isabella groaned in frustration. “Lucien…” she could feel herself dying from want. “Please,” she held him as his life depended on it. 

Lucien grinned. This was exactly the moment he had been waiting for. His hands found her clit already coated in arousal. 

With one swoop, he widened her legs, setting her on the table. “You asked for this.”

Isabella bobbed her head like someone who had been enchanted with a spell. 

“Lie down!” Lucien commanded, all traces of affection gone. 

Isabella glanced at the table. It was not wide enough to get her full length. She glanced back at Lucien in confusion. “The…the…ta…”

“Lie down.” Lucien's command was clear. 

Isabella swallowed. Seeing Lucien dominant gave her more excitement in between her legs, making her squirm. Without another word of protest, she fit herself into the table, allowing her legs to hang in the air. 

Lucien grunted in satisfaction as he raised her legs high, till it hung in the air. 

His fingers began playing with the curly hair on her clit, making her groan in anticipation. 

“Faster, Lucien.” She arched her hips close to his face, revealing herself bare before him. 

“As your highness pleases.” Lucien bowed, his tongue kissing her thighs, touching her lips. 

His fingers landed on her hole, touching it briefly before removing his hands as if he had just been shocked. Isabella squirmed, tears pooling in her eyes. “I…I want more…” she whined, moving her hands between her thighs, ready to touch herself. 

Lucien grinned, holding her hands away. “Patience, my lady. I'm all yours.” 

“Then act like it,” Isabella said bitterly. She could feel the cold air on her bare body. She opened her mouth to say something when she felt Lucien's tongue on her, licking, chewing, biting. 

Isabella could feel spasms running through her entire body. “Faster.” Her voice was louder, her body moving with the rhythm of Lucien's mouth. 

His fingers roamed her body, working with the same speed as his tongue. 

“God, yes…” Isabella moaned, ecstasy on her face. “Oh no,” she could feel her clit tightening. “I think I'm going to cum.” 

“No, you won't,” Lucien said authoritatively. 

Isabella whimpered. “Lucien.” Her fingers dug in his bare shoulders, scratching him, but Lucien made no move to stop. 

“You cum and I stop.” He threatened 

Isabella cried out in pleasure and pain, her hips still moving rhythmically to his tongue, Lucien's threat adding to the momentum. 

She squirmed, holding her legs firmly together, with Lucien's head locked in between. 

“Open up.” Lucien’s hands tried to separate them, but Isabella wouldn't give in. His hands were on her cheeks, widening her ass to give him access to her holes. 

He'd found a way to flip her, turning her ass to the air. 

“Oh god, oh god,” Isabelka muttered, holding the table as if her life depended on it. “I can't, I can't,” one of his hands worked her clit while the other was pounding her ass. 

“I can't hold it anymore, Lucien.” She cried, the tears rolling as the waterworks came. 

Her squirt landed on Lucien's face, his tongue drinking them in. Her heart pounded, her face a symbol of pure satisfaction. “That was…” 

Her eyes widened as Lucien whisked her off the table, exposing her ass before him. 

She was completely naked, her socks gone to the other end of the room. 

“What… are…you…” she widened her eyes as he grabbed her air, her waist arched to receive his cock from behind. 

“You asked to fill you hard, didn't you?” He rasped, bending her till her holes were fully exposed to him. 

Isabella nodded. “I did, but…” The words that remained were pushed back down in her throat as Lucien's full length entered her. 

She cried out in pleasure, arching deeper, using the table as some sort of protection kit. 

Lucien nodded satisfactorily. “You ready?” Without waiting for a response, he began thrusting slowly. 

Isabella moaned, closing her eyes, her head thrown back, moving slowly with him. “Faster, Lucien…” 

The words were barely out of her mouth when Lucien began to move with speed, their bodies slapping together. 

His hand was on her hair, while the other caressed her breast from the front. 

“Your toes,” Lucien commanded, taking out his cock, slapping it gently on her butt. “Touch your toes.”

One glance at his face told Isabella all she needed to know. She bent fully, her fingers on her toes, her butt hole exposed. 

Lucien grunted satisfactorily before inserting a finger. 

Isabella whimpered. “Lucien, I…” She stopped as the pain turned to pleasure immediately. He was wringing his fingers in and out of her. 

“Feels good yeah?” 

Isabella nodded. She couldn't bring herself to speak, afraid that if she spoke, she would crumble like a sack. 

“Do you trust me?” He whispered into her ear. 

She nodded. A slap landed on her butt, making her cry out in pain, twisting under him. 

“I want to hear you say it.” Another slap. His fingers were out of her hole and his palm was caressing the struck spot. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Isabella cried out in both pleasure and pain. The pain came from the sting and then Lucien rubbing his palm all over the stinging spot, gave her some kind of pleasure she could not explain. 

“Yes, I trust you, Lucien.” She cried out again. 

“Come here,” Lucien's voice was soft, his gaze vulnerable as he dragged her to himself. His fingers tipped her jaw to meet his eyes. 

Isabella reached for his cock, dripping with cum, playing with it gently as they went into another round of kissing. 

“Don't know what you've done to me, but I cannot just get enough of kissing you, Isabella Thorne.” 

Isabella grinned before wincing. Now that the act was over, she could feel the stinging pain all over her body. 

“It hurts?” Lucien’s eyes were filled with concern. 

Isabella waved him off. “Nothing a few ice blocks wouldn't cure.”

Lucien dragged her slowly to the bed, laying her down, before massaging her feet. “Have I said how beautiful you are?”

“Ugh?” Isabella pretended to be in deep thought, her hand playing with her breast. “You've said something along the lines of magnificent, pretty, angelic, but not beautiful.” She flashed him a cute grin.

Lucien rolled her eyes, grinning widely as well. “Well,” he shrugged. “I can't seem to get over how beautiful you are, Isabella Thorne.”. His hands found her thighs. 

Isabella blushed, widening her legs to gain him more access. “You wanna know what I'm thinking?” 

“What?” His fingers parted her lips, moving slowly over her clit. 

“Just thinking how beautiful our lives would be without us having the weight of the kingdom on our necks.”

She moaned in pleasure, closing her eyes momentarily before opening them again. “Just us, starting our morning with you fucking me silly in our normal lives.” 

Lucien grinned. “That would be a delightful pleasure, your Majesty.”