Chapter 134 134. Fill Me Up
I finger-fucked her through the oversensitivity, and within seconds, she was climbing again. This time, when she came, the gush of liquid sprayed onto me and the sheets.
"Fuck," I breathed. "Did you just squirt for me, Fiera?" Her fluid was sweet and heavenly in my fingers. I could lick this all night
She was sobbing now, tears leaking from beneath the blindfold. I tossed the toy out and climbed up her body, removing the blindfold so I could see her eyes. They were glazed, unfocused, pupils blown wide.
"Color?" I asked gently.
"Green," she cried. "Put that cock inside me."
"Good girl." Even though I knew she was ready for me, I kissed her inner thighs first, giving her a few moments to breathe before I positioned my cock, rubbing the head through her wetness. "You ready for me?"
"Fuck yes-" I pushed in inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She was so tight, gripping me like she never wanted me to leave.
When I was fully sheathed, I leaned down, holding her head with both hands, my forehead against hers.
"Can you feel my cock, Fiera? Feel how perfectly your pussy takes my cock?"
"Yes," she breathed. "So full... your cock feels so good."
"Do you like my cock? Like how it owns you? Like having my cock so deep inside you that you can't think straight?"
"I love your cock," she moaned. "It's perfect... fills me just right."
I thrust deep, grunting into her ear. "This cock is yours. Only yours. Stretches you, claims you."
She squirted again, walls pulsing around me. I thrust through it, drawing it out, then flipped her onto her side, one leg over my shoulder for deeper access.
She gasped. "Lucien... fuck... ruin this cunt, baby..."
Her words pushed closer to the edge. I pulled out for only a second to lick her clean then thrust right back in, pumping harder than ever.
"Where do you want it?" I gritted out against her leg, dragging my teeth across the creamy skin as my own orgasm built against at the base of my spine. "Tell me where you want my cum."
"Inside," she sobbed. "Please, inside me-"
That did it. I buried myself as deep as I could go and came hard, filling her with hot spurts. My vision whited out, every muscle in my body locking up as pleasure crashed through me.
When I finally came back to myself, I was collapsed on top of her, both of us panting. I rolled, pulling her with me, and held her against my chest.
"Are you okay?"
"Better than okay."
"You're mine, Fiera," I whispered. "Forever."
She smiled. "Yours."
The buzz of my phone on the nightstand woke me up. Camila was still asleep, her hair spread across the pillow, looking like an angel despite the rounds we'd gone last night.
I grabbed my phone and saw Rafael's name. I slipped out of bed carefully and stepped into the living area.
"What's wrong?" I answered.
"Nothing major," Rafael said. "Just needed your sign-off on a vendor contract. The timeline got moved up and I didn't want to miss the window."
I rubbed my face. "You're on vacation with Maya. You shouldn't be dealing with this."
"It's not a big deal."
"It's not fine." I sighed. "We'll talk when I get back. Maybe it's time to hire an assistant for my executive assistant."
"Dude-"
"We'll talk." I hung up and turned to find Camila standing in the doorway in nothing but black lace thong.
Damn.
"Everything okay?" she asked, putting a little extra sway in her hips as she walked toward me.
My eyes followed the movement. "Everything's fine."
"Liar." She stopped in front of me, running her hands up my bare chest. "You look tense."
"I'm not-"
She turned, pretending to look at something on the counter, and wiggled her ass just slightly. My cock stirred instantly.
"Camila."
"Hmm?" She glanced back at me innocently.
"You're playing a game you won't win."
"Am I?" She turned fully, pressing herself against me. "Maybe I just want my fiancé to tell me the truth."
My jaw ticked. Then my hands were on her waist, lifting her onto the counter and stepping between her legs.
"You want the truth?" I murmured, my lips finding her neck.
"Yes." But it came out breathy.
"Rafael called. Small issue at Hayes Corp. He handled it, but he shouldn't have to while he's on vacation."
"Oh," she pulled back to look at me. "You're worried about him."
"He's serious about Maya. If I keep piling work on him, when does he get to focus on his relationship? Maybe I need to hire someone to take some of the load off."
"Or maybe," she said gently, "you should ask him what he wants before you make decisions for him."
I dropped my forehead to hers. "When did you get so wise?"
"I've always been wise. You were just too busy being a stubborn ass to notice."
I laughed, the tension finally easing. "Anyways... today is tattoo day."
She blinked. "What?"
"You heard me correctly, Mrs. 'I can seduce any Kassim'."
"Hey! My loss was unfair."
"You're still getting the tattoo, ma'am. You lost the best, and now you pay... with my mark on you," I pressed her cheeks between my thumb and index fingers, and kissed her nose tip.
"Lucien, baby..." she purred, shifting on the counter until her knees grazed my ribs.
"How do you like my boobs this morning?" she whispered, lacing her fingers behind my neck and pulling. She forced my face into the warm, soft curve of her right breast, her heart hammering against my cheek. "Don't they look incredible in this light?"
She guided my hand up, pressing my palm flat against her breast, eyes wide and dark as she trapped my gaze.
"I think you should spend the rest of the day right here. Exploring. Every. Single. Inch." Her lips ghosted over my jaw, her body a desperate, sultry heat against mine. "Forget the world outside this kitchen. I just want you."
I let out a rough exhale, my teeth grazing her skin. She was pulling out every weapon to keep me from mentioning the one thing she feared.
"Nice try, sweetness," I growled, pulling back just enough to see the flicker of hope in her eyes. "But the 'distraction' isn't working. We're still going."
"Lucien-"
I didn't give her a chance to argue. I grabbed her waist, hoisted her up, and flipped her over my shoulder.
"Hey! Put me down!" she squealed, smacking my back.
"You want to play the seductress to get your way? Fine. I'm going to remind you who you're trying to manipulate. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for mercy."
Camila sat in the passenger seat, arms locked over her chest and a thunderous frown directed at the window. She had been so smug three hours ago, fully convinced that a morning of world-class sex had successfully scrubbed the tattoo shop from my mind.
The moment I grabbed the car keys, her victory hum had turned into a murderous glare.
Truthfully, I had no plan to force the tattoo on her when I know she isn't ready, but messing with Fiera is always so nice.
"Camila the chicken," I pinched her cheek, keeping my eyes on the road.
"You're a prick," she snapped at the glass.
"And you're a chicken," I replied, shifting gears as I turned toward the shop. "But I'll let you squeeze my hand while you cry."
The tattoo shop was small, but empty when we arrived. I'd rented out the entire place.
"You're doing the tattoo yourself?"
"I'm not letting another man touch you there. The artist will supervise, but my hands are the only ones going on your skin."
The artist, a woman with sleeve tattoos and purple hair named Petra, introduced herself and showed me the setup.
Camila wandered the shop, stopping at different arts on the wall while Petra walked me through the process.
"Hey, Chicken girl, come here." But she didn't move. It was then I realized how rigid her body had gone.
I walked right up to her. "Camila?" I touched her shoulder. "What's wrong? You're shaking."
She looked at me with terror in her eyes,
"Rhys is the stalker."