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She was begging him. How could he deprive his sweet Kendall of anything she wanted?

“Right here?” he murmured, dragging his fingers across her sex until his index finger brushed her clit.

A sharp yelp escaped her, her body jerking against him. “Yes!”

His mouth engulfed her tit again as his hand slid past the elastic waistband of her satin shorts. His hand cupped her over the panties she wore, and then his fingers stroked up the slick heat of her slippery sex.

Her moan turned into a scream, thighs clamping tightly around his hand as he stroked her.
Lucien’s tongue was relentless on her breast, his breathing laboured as he grew harder in his pants. She was so impossibly wet. She was dripping, even through her panties; it was the hottest thing he’d ever felt.

Her moans and the little cries she gave echoed in his ears, making his pulse throb as blood rushed into his cock.

Her head was thrashing against the sofa. “Lucien…!”

His name, moaned so deep in her throat, was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard, and Lucien would never hear his name the same again. He released her breast and slid up to her mouth.
She gratefully accepted the kiss, opening for him. And then his fingers slipped her panties aside and delved up into her slippery sex.

Her body jerked, and Kendall came apart with an explosive climax, her scream drowned out by his mouth pressed to hers.

He didn’t stop kissing her or stroking her until she was shaking with the aftershock, liquid in his arms.
Pleasure hummed through her body, and she wanted to stay with him forever.

Slowly, he raised his head, looking down at her.

She gazed adoringly up at him, seeing a reflection of her own awe in his eyes. He… was in awe of her? Her heart swelled with an emotion so powerful, it nearly scared her.

His expression was slightly tight, she noticed. He was painfully aroused, and he hadn’t gotten any release for himself. He’d focused on her.

“Ten minutes are up,” he whispered, his fingers still resting against her sex. Speaking to her while his fingers were on her pussy—it was more erotic than Lucien had imagined. “Is there anything else… you’d like me to do for you, sweetheart?”

He felt her sex clench after his question, and, unable to stop himself, he slipped in a finger. Her lips parted on a mute cry, eyes closing as he added another finger, fucking her with both.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“What is it?” was his equally breathless response. “What do you want, baby?”

“Make…” She groaned. “Make love to me… please…”

He gazed down at her, horny out of his mind. She asked so politely. How could he deny her when she asked so politely?

“You want me to make love to you?” he asked, his voice rough as he quickened his fingers, slickening them with her juices.

She whimpered, biting tightly on her lip as she spread her thighs wider for him, dripping more, the faster he pumped his fingers into her.

“Yes, please…” she whispered.

Lucien cursed, and then his fingers slipped out of her. In seconds, he’d swept her up into his arms and was carrying her away.
The world was a blur; Kendall only saw his face as they moved. The ceiling darkened, and so did the room, but all she saw was Lucien as he dropped her onto a soft surface and covered her body with his, kissing her.

His tongue delved into her mouth and made her moan. He parted her thighs around him so she was cradling him and feeling every inch of his hardened cock along her sex.

Her hips instinctively thrust, grinding up against him. His breath hitched, body tensing as he pressed his face into her cheek, breathing hard. “Kendall…”

She thrust again, relieving her own need by rubbing against him.

Her fingers tugged at his shirt until she found his buttons, fumbling to open them. He lowered a hand to help her, flicking off his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

Kendall spread his shirt open and pushed it off his shoulders until he took it off. His skin, slick with sweat, glided against her own glimmering body, and she whimpered at the contact, elated by the feeling of his bare torso against her breasts.

He lifted her briefly and swiped her top off before she could blink, leaving them both topless. He palmed her tits again, dragging maddening swipes of his tongue across one aching nipple. She arched with pleasure.
She didn’t know at what point he’d kicked the rest of his clothes off, but when his body covered hers again, his bare skin slid against hers. Pulse racing with excitement, Kendall opened her eyes wider to see.

Lucien watched her take him in, pausing to see her reaction before he could touch her again.

He didn’t expect her hand to dip between them and take his erect cock firmly in her warm palm. A groan clogged his throat as his eyes closed.

Kendall looked at his face, noting the effect of her touch. Eager for more, she stroked him and heard his breath hitch. Her fingers teased his tip and then stroked him once more, pausing to gently knead his sack.
He sucked air in between his teeth, exhaling in a moan near her ear.

“Does… does this feel good?” she whispered.

“Fuck,” was his strained reply, his hips gently pumping into her hand.

He enjoyed her actions for a moment more and then pushed her hand away, lowering his body onto hers.
“What was it you wanted?”

His hips pressed into hers, and his cock, the entire hard length, slid along her slick slit, making Kendall roll against him, eager for relief.

Lucien’s breathing was ragged, his body burning with pleasure as her pussy parted against the underside of his cock when he rubbed against her. It felt unbelievably good; he never wanted to stop.

“Answer me,” he growled.

Her lips trembled, scrambling for enough composure to respond. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please, Lucien…”

He growled out a deep curse, and then Kendall heard a drawer opening. She was too gone into pleasure to pay close attention, but she knew he’d taken out a rubber and sheathed himself.

“Say it again,” he demanded. “Tell me.”

“Please, fuck me,” she whimpered. “I need—”

Kendall gasped, back arching as he entered, his cock pressing into her entrance with no warning. Lucien’s groan of pleasure matched hers, and he tensed, carefully restraining himself.
He wasn’t even fully in, and yet the pleasure was immeasurable.

“More,” she whispered breathlessly, hips rolling against him.

Her blatant need snapped his restraint, and he drove into her, his sack slapping against her ass where her juices had turned her skin slippery.

She screamed, tightening around him until he could barely breathe. He repeatedly whispered her name, fucking her without restraint. It was better than anything he’d ever imagined.

He could feel himself falling deeper into addiction, deeper into her. Lucien couldn’t think beyond the moment. He couldn’t think beyond Kendall. He couldn’t think at all.

And he didn’t want to.