Chapter 252: Fucked by the devil 4

Three days passed after that morning with Lucian, and I thought I was losing my mind.

I kept waiting for him to appear out of nowhere again, like last time, but he didn’t. The silence from him only made the ache I felt for him worse, till the point I began touching myself. Every night I lay in bed touching myself, whispering his name, hoping he would hear me. But he stayed away, as if he wanted me to feel exactly how empty I was without him.

Then yesterday my mother came home from visiting relatives. She was in a good mood, humming while she cooked and asking me endless questions about how I had been while she was gone. I smiled and answered as normally as I could, but every time she turned her back, my mind drifted to Lucian and to the way he had felt moving inside me, and the way he had whispered filthy things in my ear.

It was night and I was still waiting for him. My mother had gone to bed early. Meanwhile I was lying in my room, staring at the ceiling, when the air suddenly grew warmer and heavier, and that is when I knew he was here.

Lucian stepped out of the shadows near my window, his golden eyes I had gotten used to seeing were glowing in the dark. He looked at me with that knowing smile, like he could read every desperate thought I’d had over the last few days.

“You missed me,” he said quietly, his voice was so deep and husky.

I sat up, with my heart racing. “You can’t be here,” I whispered. “My mother is home. She’s sleeping right down the hall. If she wakes up—”

Lucian moved closer until he was standing beside my bed. “Then you’ll have to be very quiet, won’t you?”

Before I could protest, he climbed onto the bed and pulled me into a deep kiss. The moment his tongue touched mine, all my resistance melted. I kissed him back desperately, my hands sliding over his bare chest. He pushed me down onto the mattress, his body covering mine.

He took his time undressing me, kissing every inch of skin he revealed. When he finally settled between my thighs, he licked me slowly, savoring me like he had missed my taste. His tongue circled my clit before pushing inside me, then back to my clit again until I was biting my pillow to stay silent.

“You’re even wetter than before,” he murmured against my pussy. “Have you been thinking about me every night?”

I nodded frantically, too afraid to speak.

He moved up my body and positioned the thick head of his cock at my entrance. In one smooth thrust he buried himself deep inside me. I had to press my face into his shoulder to muffle my moan. He felt even bigger than I remembered, stretching me perfectly, and filling me completely.

Lucian started fucking me with slow, deep strokes, his hips rolling in a way that made me see stars. The bed creaked with every slow deliberate thrust, but we tried to keep it quiet. His mouth stayed close to my ear, whispering filthy words that made me even wetter.

“Such a naughty girl,” he breathed. “Letting the Devil fuck you while your mother sleeps just down the hall. Does it turn you on knowing she could walk in at any moment?”

I whimpered, my nails digging into his back, as he fucked me harder and deeper, with one of his hand covering my mouth when my moans got too loud.

Just then, we heard footsteps in the hallway, but he didn't stop thrusting.

My mother’s voice called softly from outside my door. “Mia? Are you still awake? I wanted to ask you something about tomorrow.”

My eyes widened in panic, but Lucian didn’t stop. If anything changed, that was hus thrust getting deeper and grinding against my clit with every stroke. His golden eyes sparkled with wicked amusement.

“Answer her,” he whispered, still moving inside me. “Be a good daughter.”

I tried to steady my voice, but it came out breathy and shaky. “Y-yes, Mom… I’m awake. What is it?”

Lucian chose that exact moment to rub my clit with his thumb while thrusting harder. I had to bite my lip hard to keep from moaning.

“I was thinking we should go to the market early tomorrow,” my mother said through the door. “Can you wake up at six?”

Lucian leaned down and sucked on my neck while he fucked me with slow, deep strokes. Pleasure was building so fast I could barely think.

“Yes… six is fine,” I managed, my voice cracking slightly as another wave of pleasure rolled through me. “I’ll… I’ll set the alarm.”

“Are you alright?” my mother asked, sounding concerned. “You sound a little strange.”

Lucian smiled against my skin and started rubbing my clit faster. I was so close I could barely hold it together.

“I’m… I’m okay,” I gasped. “Just tired. Goodnight, Mom.”

There was a short pause. “Alright. Sleep well, dear.”

Her footsteps faded down the hall, and the second her door clicked shut, Lucian fucked me harder, his hand still over my mouth as he drove into me with deep, powerful strokes.

“You did so well,” he growled in my ear. “Talking to your mother while your pussy is full of the Devil’s cock. Such a dirty, perfect girl.”

I came hard, my walls clenching around him in strong pulses as pleasure exploded through me. Lucian groaned quietly and followed right after, burying himself deep as he filled me with hot spurts of cum.

We stayed locked together for a long time, breathing hard, his body covering mine protectively.

When he finally pulled out, his cum leaked slowly from my well fucked pussy onto the sheets.

He kissed me softly on the forehead and whispered: “I’ll keep coming back… as long as you keep wanting me.”

Then he disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone in the dark, panting, dripping with his cum, and already craving the next time he would appear.