Chapter 149 149. Juicy And Wet
Lifting my right leg, I hooked it against the open cupboard door, spreading myself wide. Two fingers plunged into me without warning, filling me so perfectly.
"Aah—" my eyes fluttered closed on the cry.
"Eyes open." The command was absolute. "Look at yourself. See how beautiful you are when you moan. See what you do to me."
I forced my eyes open. My face was flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy with pleasure. Behind me, Lucien's golden gaze burned with possession as he worked his fingers deeper, curling them to hit a particular sweet spot in me.
"That's it. Watch yourself come apart. Watch how perfect you look when you're mine."
I came on his fingers in barely seconds, the orgasm cresting over me in waves that left me shaking. His fingers withdrew, and he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while maintaining eye contact in the mirror.
"Delicious. But I'm not nearly done with you yet."
Behind me came the sound of a belt buckle and fabric rustling. I closed my eyes as my hand drifted between my legs, feeling my released cum, rubbing my clit. When I no longer heard sounds behind me, I opened my eyes to see his reflection now naked, all lean muscle and tattooed skin and that thick cock jutting toward me.
Then he stepped behind me again, the head of his cock nudging my entrance before dragging upward. Higher and higher still until it pressed against my back entrance. My breath caught.
"Not tonight, Fiera. But someday when you're ready. When you're begging me to take you there."
Dragging the head back down, he pressed against my pussy and pushed in slowly. So slowly I could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch stretching me open after months of nothing.
Halfway in, he stopped and held still, kissing whatever part of my body he could reach from behind. My shoulder. The nape of my neck. The curve of my spine. Gentle kisses that contrasted sharply with the hard length filling me.
Abruptly, he pulled out.
Before I could protest, he lowered my hooked leg back to the floor and spun me to face him. Lifting both my legs, he positioned me against the cupboard, spreading me wide open and wet for him.
One thrust seated him fully inside me.
His mouth crashed against mine, swallowing my cry as he kissed me deeply. Still, he didn't move.
"Does my cock feel good inside you, Fiera? Have you missed being stretched around me like this?" he whispered against my lips.
"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck, yes."
"Tell me what you want. Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you."
"Hard. Fast. I don't care. Just move. Please fuck me."
"Not yet. Not until you tell me whose pussy this is. Whose body this is. Who you belong to."
"Yours. I'm yours. All of me belongs to you."
"Good girl."
Maintaining our connection, he shifted his grip to support my weight and carried me from the bathroom to the bedroom. Each step drove him deeper, making me whimper against his neck.
Laying me on the bed gently, he remained sheathed inside me, our lips still tangled together. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing, teeth nipping. His cock pulsed inside me, and I clenched around him in response. He pulled out so slowly I winced at the sensitivity, feeling every inch leaving me empty.
I waited for him to thrust back in, but his strong hands rolled me onto my stomach. He spread one leg to the side, positioning me in a collapsed doggy style that left me completely exposed.
"Beautiful." His breath ghosted over my wetness. "So fucking beautiful."
His tongue traced a path from my entrance upward, licking a stripe that had me fisting the sheets. Higher still, circling that forbidden entrance before returning to my pussy. Back and forth, worshipping both places with equal attention.
"Please," I begged, pushing back against his face. "Please, I need your cock. I've missed it so much. Don't tease me. Don't take it slow. Just fuck me."
His large hands gripped my ass cheeks, kneading the flesh roughly before spreading them wider. His tongue delved deep into my back entrance, making obscene sounds that only made me wetter.
A sharp nip to my right cheek made me yelp. He soothed it with his tongue before biting the left side. Licking. Squeezing. Pulling apart to see everything. I felt him spit directly onto my pussy and licked it all the way up to my bum hole.
"Ah... shit... Lucien..." the lewdness of the act intensified my muffled moans into the pillow.
He kissed his way up my spine, pressing his full weight against my back and covering me completely. Once again, his cock nudged my aching hole.
His teeth bit down on the back of my neck and dragged the skin as he thrust home in one brutal stroke.
"Fuck!" The cry tore from my throat.
He didn't wait. He didn't give me time to adjust. Just started pounding into me with a ferocity that bordered on feral. Each thrust drove deeper, hitting places that made me see stars.
"Is this what you wanted, Fiera? Wanted me to fuck you hard and fast? Wanted to feel me claiming this pussy all over again?"
"Yes! God, yes, don't stop!"
Angling my legs slightly allowed him to drive even deeper, finally getting his full length inside me.
"That's it. Take all of me. Take everything I'm giving you." He groaned into my ears.
His hand snaked around to find my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushed me closer to the edge, my walls starting to flutter around him.
"Not yet, baby. Don't come yet."
"I can't... I'm so close..."
"You can..." thrust "...you will..." thrust "...because you are my good girl...."
"Lucien... please..." How could I hold back with the way he was claiming me?
"Please what?"
"Please let me come. Please, I need it."
"Need what? Say it."
"I need to come on your cock. Need to feel you filling me. Please."
But he pulled out abruptly.
I was empty and desperate and about to protest when he flipped me over and pulled me on top of him, positioning me so my back faced him.
"Ride me. Use my cock for your pleasure. Make yourself come all over me."
Fuck. I missed this man.
I sank down onto his cock, and we both moaned. From this angle, I controlled the depth, the speed, everything. Bracing my hands on his thighs, I started moving, rolling my hips to hit that perfect spot inside and clenching just right.
His hands gripped my ass, helping guide my movements. One hand left to deliver a sharp smack that echoed in the quiet room.
"Harder, Fiera. Fuck me harder."
Obeying meant rising almost completely off him before slamming back down, taking him to the hilt, playing with his swollen head. Again and again, as the pleasure built in my core.
Another smack landed on my other cheek. The sting mixed with pleasure, heightening every sensation until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
"That's my good girl. Your ass bounces on me so well...."
I was closer again. Changing the angle slightly, I ground down against him, rubbing my clit against his pelvis with each downward thrust.
"Come for me, Fiera. Come all over my cock. Show me how much you missed this."
Permission granted, my walls clamped down around him, pulsing and milking him as pleasure whited out my vision.
He roared beneath me, his own release triggering as he filled me with hot spurts. Thrusting up into me through both our orgasms, prolonging the pleasure until we both collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs.
Rolling us to our sides, he remained inside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. His hand found mine, threading our fingers together.
"I love you," he murmured against my shoulder. "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
We stayed connected until he softened and slipped out. Pulling me close, he wrapped around me like he could shield me from the world. I was safe, loved and finally, finally free.
"Please don't leave me again, Fiera."
Morning sunlight streaming through unclosed curtains pulled me from sleep. For a heartbeat, panic set in, expecting to hear the clang of cell doors and guards announcement.
Lucien's arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck, grounded me. This is still real.
Turning carefully to watch him sleep revealed a younger version of the man I knew. Less guarded. The sharp lines of his face softened, his usually intense expression peaceful.
"Stop staring," he mumbled without opening his eyes.
"Can't help it." Tracing his jaw brought a small smile to his lips. "You're pretty when you sleep."
"Pretty?" His eyes opened amused. "I've been called many things, Fiera. Pretty isn't usually one of them."
"Well, you are. Deal with it."
Rolling over pinned me beneath him. "I'll show you pretty."
Morning breath be damned, he kissed me everywhere, tickling my sides until I was a laughing mess beneath him. We laid in bed, cuddling for hours, until my stomach growled loudly enough to be embarrassing.
"Let's go make breakfast?"
"Uh..." I untangled from his arms. "Last to get to the kitchen will make breakfast!" I bolted up and ran out with my naked body.
He was coming behind me, but not fast, and I knew what that meant.
I hugged his warm body from behind as he fried eggs for us.
"I have everything I need," I muttered to myself, my eyes closed.
"What did you say?"
"I said you better not burn those eggs or I'm gonna tie you up and fuck you senseless tonight," I spanked his butt.
"Oh I'm definitely burning these eggs," he increased the light on the stove. "I look forward to being at your mercy, Master."