Chapter 15
Laurent
I dragged my shirt out of the way to see her grip my cock. She lifted it and licked me from beneath. The tip of her tongue touched the base before she flattened it to lick her way to the head.
Fuck.
I began to swell in her hand, forgetting my panic when I found her gone. The thought of chipping her still felt like an option. She had suggested it, though.
Her open mouth began to move up and down my cock. Her tongue dragged over every inch, every bump and curve until I was thick and hard.
“Open up, Lucia,” I whispered, menace curling at the edges.
I wrapped my hand around her ponytail, tilting her head until I found the perfect angle. When she opened for me, I fed her slowly, watching every breath she took, every swallow—as if I could train her body to obey mine.
Her eyelashes fluttered as I lazily rocked my hips, enjoying the wet heat of her mouth. I placed my other hand on the top of her head, resting my thumb on her hairline and thrust deeper. There was no escape as I held her skull, nor did I give her a chance to recover.
She placed her hands on the floor between her legs, and I shifted closer, bending my knees. I swung my hips back before I plunged my cock back down her neck, pulling her down to meet me. She gagged, choked and spluttered. Each sound was more beautiful than the one that came before it.
“This is how I want you at work, Lucia. On your fucking knees, like a good office whore, serving my needs and taking my come where I see fit,” I snarled, keeping a steady rhythm until her throat stopped trying to push me out.
She moved her hands to my thighs, trying to push me away, but it was the defiance in her eyes that made my cock twitch.
“Resistance is futile,” I murmured, holding her still, slowly pushing forward until my balls touched her lips.
I ground my trousers against her face, rotating my hips until her eyes watered and silently begged. She drooled over my balls, and I pulled out to smear my wet cock over her face while she gasped for air.
“Undress and get on the bed,” I commanded, tugging off my shirt.
Her lips remained parted, eyes wide and dazed. My eyes dropped to the dark bruising on her neck. It had been decades since I gave anyone a love-bite. She seemed to bring out the animal in me.
I used my shirt to clean her face.
“Now,” I said, low and soft.
The sound jolted her into motion—but it also told me how much she wanted me. I watched her pull the cream top over her head, then stand to unbutton her jeans. When she moved toward the bed, she looked back at me, her gaze sliding down my body before meeting my eyes again. I moved closer.
“Lie in the middle of the bed. Pull your legs up and hold yourself open for me,” I said, testing her.
She let out a trembling exhale, torn between pride and need.
“Don’t fight it,” I whispered, closing in just enough for my mouth to ghost her ear. “You know what I want, Lucia. Show me.”
I traced my fingertips down her spine until she shuddered.
“Show me what a good little whore you are,” I murmured, my mouth finding the mark I’d left on her neck. “Let her out.”
She climbed onto the bed, giving me one last look over her shoulder before she followed my instructions.
The sight hit like a strike to the chest—satisfaction curled deep inside me, fierce and undeniable.
It burned hotter, dragging up the savage need to take control, to claim what she was willing to give.
I lifted my jacket from the floor to retrieve my phone, hitting the camera and switching it to video.
“Please,” she whimpered, yet didn't attempt to cover herself.
“You signed the NDA, Lucia. Now sign my come on your thighs—or I'll make sure everyone sees what a greedy little whore you are,” I drawled with a smirk as I recorded her.
I zoomed in on her glistening pink cunt. It would soon ooze with come.
“So wet for me,” I rasped, raising the camera to her face, but her eyes were closed. “So ready to be bred.”
I set my phone aside and crouched over her folded thighs, watching her face as I lined up my cock.
“Look at yourself, Lucia. Watch how well you take me,” I said, lowering myself until I began to sink into her heat.
Her pussy clutched me, and her eyes opened to glance between us. I pushed her hands away from her legs to lower my knees on either side of her, trapping her legs beneath me. When I planted my hands on the bed, she gingerly placed her hands on my shoulders.
“Now, feel,” I hissed, the sound cutting through the air before I slammed myself into her.
Her slick cunt coated me and eased my path. I didn't delay, moving in and out of her until she dug her nails in, sobbing my name.
More, give her more. The devilish voice goaded me.
I circled my hips while pinning her down, forcing her to feel every inch of my cock inside her. Her chest rose in sharp, shallow bursts, and a soft whimper escaped her lips. I held my position when she suddenly clenched around me.
“Yeah, it's right there, isn't it? Is that where you need it, my little fucktoy?” I growled, fucking into her.
She didn't need to answer. I felt her soak my dick. My thighs moved against hers as I started to piston in and out of her, throwing my hips downward. It was wet, messy and loud. It was fucking everything I could have dreamed about and more.
Her pliant hole took every inch of me, from tip to base.
“Laurent,” she gasped, eyes wide and pupils blown. The sound of my name on her lips nearly caused me to nut.
“Come for me, take my seed,” I grunted, feeling my control slip away from me.
The bed frame creaked, and the mattress dipped beneath us as I pounded into her. She wailed, body jerking as her cunt convulsed around my cock. I cursed and roared before thrusting deep inside her, allowing her to milk my come out.
My grunts softened with each spurt. I felt each and every one filling her up until I realised that it would never be enough with Lucia. She pulled me close, and I rested my forehead on hers, our hot breath mingling together just like our bodies.
I held her pinned down, part of me needed my come to remain inside her, but the other part? I needed to be close to her.
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“No,” I murmured when she tried to move, and I tightened my grip on her ass.
I’d shifted us so we lay on our side, but I wanted to keep my dick planted inside her.
“You're a freak,” she sighed.
“You can call me whatever you want. It changes nothing between us,” I said, stroking her damp curls.
She said nothing, just traced her fingertips along my chest, and I rested my chin on her head.