Chapter 117 Triple Shooting {16}
He touched her so well, he was just what she needed. A man who knew exactly what he wanted.
Lucas peeled the rest of her gown, naked and bare, flesh against flesh: that was exactly what he wanted.
She made him feel in control, fierce and exciting. He was sure to plant another one of those unforgettable scenes in her head.
She moaned again when he planted her body firmly into her, that she could feel the weight of his need plunging between her legs.
She loved it here.....
She gasped as he grabbed her up from the waist. Next thing, they were both in the bathroom and he turned on the shower.
"What are you doing?" She gasped, watching him.
"What we both need," he replied.
He gathered her into his arms and began to kiss her.
"Lucas," she called.
Her body trembled, shivered and pimpled all at the same time.
His mouth rammed into hers while the shower let down its waters, and as she fought to wrestle free so that she could breathe, he pressed her against the wall.
"Spread those legs for me," he said, his voice urgent with an aching need.
"Lucas," she called, her voice a silent cry for him to be just the man he was.
"Spread them," he put in.
She did as he ask of her. Her back was to him and her breasts were meshed into the glassy wall.
The other of his hand pressed down on her neck as he ran his fingers up the crack of her ass till her found the perfect solace.
"Lucas," she choked when he dug three fingers in.
"Yeah, right there, so divine..," he groaned.
He started a slow finger fuck and her body trembled. He continued his brutal fuck of her pussy until she was moaning loudly.
"How about I fuck you in the ass?" He asked her.
"No, no, no," she tried to swirl round to stop him but he pressed his body against her.
"Shhh," he kissed her neck. "I promise you're going to like it."
"I'm no gay to be fucked in the ass...," she argued.
"Then this will be the first," he interrupted her.
She tried to break free from his hold but his strength was stronger.
His dick rubbed against the crack of her ass until it found her vagina and sunk in.
"Relax," he laughed at her silly act to break away from him, "I was only teasing you."
In response, she moaned.
"We could try that another time," he grinned and was expecting her to argue.
He wasn't wrong, she managed to twirl round only to have her mouth claimed.
"Lucas...," she tried to talk but he gathered her legs unto himself and placed his staff just at the perfect timing.
"You can't be teased, huh?" He asked as he thrusted in slowly holding her gaze.
Her mouth parted, even as he kiss her.. Then the bang began, each thrust mightier than the previous.
This time, her wading hands wouldn't stop him, instead it urged him to pin them away from her.
And as he slammed on, his hand found her neck again, and his lips never left her aching, sweet nipples.
This was what it felt like to be in control, this was exactly what she wanted.
Maybe next time, he wouldn't hold himself back and he would take her by surprise.
Till that day comes, let her have what he was giving to her; his own sweet and beautiful staff.
"That was great," Brianna said the moment she and Lucas slumped into the bed.
She snagged close to him while he toyed with her nipple.
Would he be way too forward if he ask her about her supposed engagement?
It wouldn't hurt if he clear the air. "Brianna, can you ask you something?"
"Hmm," she nodded drowsily.
"Have you ever had a child?"
Hell, that didn't come out well. He hadn't meant to ask her that because the way she jerk her head towards him.
She scoffed, "that feels awkward."
"I didn't mean that...,"
"No, it's fine." She interrupted him, nodding her head, "I suppose you want to know me on a deeper level."
"I kinda love how forward you were with me the day we first met," he emphasized, squeezing her right breast.
"I did have a child, that was 28 years ago."
28 years ago? His brows cocked up. That was exactly how old he was.
"But it wasn't my own child," she added.
That scattered his heart, he could hear the splitters flying around in the depths of his heart.
Was he thinking? Wouldn't it be wrong fucking his own mother?
There was no way fate would lead them into such intimate bond.
"I was a surrogate mother for my older sister. It was a contract I'd signed with her, our parents stood as witnesses to which I agreed to," she continued.
Lucas didn't let his hands fail him as he listened attentively. He seemed to be hearing more interesting stories these days, he thought to himself.
"But when I birthed the child, I wouldn't let go. I was in a relationship then, with my ex-husband. I told him how dear the child was to me even though the baby wasn't mine," Brianna paused, consumed briefly by emotion.
"I became an enemy to my sister. I fled with my ex-husband then. We weren't married. As young as foolish as we were...we took on different jobs until we decided to get married."
Lucas watched as her eyes blurred, she must have concealed this heavy secret for years, he didn't want to see her cry.
Brianna blinked back her tears as she steadied her breaking voice.
She sat up straight, smiling at Lucas when he smiled at her.
He just hadn't expected a story but she was giving him one.
"Three years down the line, I lost my sister ....things were quite hard for us as my ex-husband and I as he'd lost his job. My boy won't stop getting sick....and we were just spent and exhausted," she paused again.
"I had to give him up at an orphanage...," she concluded.
Something stirred in Lucas. "An orphanage? What orphanage was that?"
She snapped her teary eyes at him. "I don't...I don't remember," she mumbled, "but why are you so bent on my story?"
"I was left at an orphanage, so I'd been looking for my mother." He replied her.
She rolled off from the bed, holding her head in her hands. "You can't possibly.....no, it's not possible," she laughed at herself.
"I can't be your mother," she retorted.
He rolled off from the bed. "I didn't say you were but the timing is... The head of our orphanage explained to me that I was left at the orphanage at exactly 3 years old."
Brianna gasped.
This did look stupid. No way had she been fucking with her own son. No way.
"Who was your ex-husband, what's his name, is he still alive?"
Brianna shifted backwards, this was crazy.
"I don't think I want to continue this conversation. Our stories might sound alike but we're not related, never!" She gestured.
"Brianna?" He called.