Chapter 29 HIS POSSESSIVENESS III
SIENNA
He took my nipple with his teeth and dragged it aggressively. The pain travelled around my body, but it didn't last, as it was overwhelmed by a sexual sensation when he rolled his tongue around it.
"Don't talk to other men," he said against my breast, his fingers still moving in and out of me. Pursing my lips, I dug my nails into his back and nodded.
Raising his head, he pierced his gaze into mine. My face turned red, and I tried to avert my eyes. "Don't stop looking at me, little girl," His fingers went deeper into me, grazing my G-spot as he ordered me.
I moaned out loudly and didn't dare avert my gaze. At that moment, he changed his fingers into three and continued thrusting. With my lips parted, I moaned, digging my nails into the cushion.
He didn't stop. Instead, the pace increased and the thrusting deepened. Goosebumps covered me, and the whole pleasure rushed to my head.
"Fuck, Lucien," I moaned, shaking my head.
"Call my name again, little girl," He ordered, still penetrating me harder.
“Lu…," Heavy breath. "Cien," heavy breath.
A dark glint flashed across his eyes, and his lips curled into a mischievous smile. His movement under me stopped, but before I could catch a breath, his head went lower, and his tongue rolled over my clitoris.
"Fuck! Salaciousness rushed over me like a tidal wave. I couldn't think about the situation and how wrong it was anymore. I just wanted my boss and everything that had to do with him in that moment. "Lucien!!!"
While his tongue explored my clitoris and coochie lips, his fingers turned violently in my vagina. My body shook, not out of fear, but out of excessive pleasure.
The whole pleasure kept running through my brain, and my body wouldn't stop shaking. I knew I would lose it... Fuck that... I already lost it. He was the only thing I could think of at that moment... My boss. My sin.
Soon, I started feeling the urge to urinate just like the last time, and before I could suppress it, I splashed the whole thing on his face. I gasped, scared that he might get angry.
But to my surprise, he raised his excited and satisfied gaze and swirled his tongue over his lips. Returning to his initial position, he licked every drop of the squirt out of my pussy and body. "You are so sweet, little girl. I can't get enough of your sin," he mumbled.
Heat crept up my neck and face. I bit my lower lip and tilted my face to the side.
He got off me and removed his clothes layer by layer. My eyes were stuck on him. As each layer was ripped off, I anticipated the second round of sexual punishment that awaited me.
"Stand!" He ordered.
Like a fool, I got off the couch. There was nothing on my body anymore since my dress had already been ripped apart. He settled on the couch, facing me and piercing his lustful gaze into mine.
"Kneel!" His voice reverberated, and I obeyed without saying a word. There was really nothing for me to say. I hate to admit it, but I wanted more of his touch. I wanted his cock inside me, rousing me and making me scream his name.
When I knelt, my face was at the same level as his already hardened cock. It stood erect, staring at me, since I was the reason for its tireless standing. I didn't wait for him to say it. I knew what he wanted, and I tucked it into my mouth instantly.
His soft moan crept into my ears. "Your mouth is so warm." That was all I needed, a validation that he enjoyed it.
My head moved up and down as I swallowed him whole into my mouth. Clutching my hair, he threw his head backward and allowed the pleasure to engulf him. His moans didn't stop. He kept saying incoherent things, and it only increased my excitement. It assured me that I had him under control the same way he had me under one.
As the pleasure built, he raised his head, grabbed my hair tightly, and guided me to move faster on his dick. The moans increased, and from that I could tell that he was nearing orgasm. Just as I thought he would cum into my mouth, he pulled my head up, dragged me closer, and emptied his whole seed on my breasts. Afterward, he pulled me up and made me sit on him.
We both let out loud moans.
"You are so thick, Lucien."
"You are so warm, little girl."
Slowly, I was guided up and down on his cock. As I got a grip of the position, I increased my pace and kept moving. After a few minutes, he pushed me up, stood up at the same time, and pinned me to the wall. One leg of mine was placed on the cushion, and he thrust into me. Our eyes locked as I moaned.
"You are damn sweet, girl," he confessed.
"Don't you like sweet things, Lucien?" I asked, still taking in every sensation, desire, and pleasure from him.
"I don't, but you are irresistible, girl," he breathed heavily. "I'm sorry I'm addicted to sweet things because of you." He pushed again.
Soon, he pulled me to the couch and made me spread my legs while he towered over me. He kept pushing in and out of me until we both reached the peak.
Pleasure built up in my head. As it skyrocketed, my moans increased and my body shook tremendously. When the pleasure burst in my head, I orgasmed, and he also did the same; he pulled out and emptied his seed on my coochie.
Just when I thought we were over, he grabbed my hair, dragged my face closer, and muttered. "Don't speak with other men. You belong to me, little girl."
I couldn't speak. I was tired. I could only nod even though I had an objection.