Chapter Twenty-Six-Maria
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX-MARIA
I ’m not exactly sure how we went from having an argument where Luc basically accused me of being some sort of criminal underworld spy to him shoving his cock in my mouth.
But I have to admit.
I like it.
Ever since we started whatever this thing is between us, I’d been reading up on my smut. I’ve also been checking out some porn. Trying to gain perspective on how to fuck a man with so many delicious piercings.
His cock glitters and glows with metal in the dim lighting, and it’s like I’m hypnotized. The sites I visited say piercings are pleasurable for him and her.
So I pay attention to each one. Licking and sucking them before I try to take his dick into my throat.
I gag a few times. Teardrops are rolling down my cheeks.
But I’m trying. And Lucy is praising me. His dick is getting harder, and I moan around as much of him as I can fit.
Christ, I am so damn wet.
“Godfuckingdamn, Baby Girl. Get up, bend over.”
He drags me up with his hand on my hair and slams his lips to mine before practically shoving me as he turns and positions me across his desk.
Luc lifts my skirt, and I moan.
“You left the house in that?” he groans, and I smile with my face pressed against his beautiful waterfall desk.
I know what he sees. I am wearing a pair of mesh and lace backless panties. Basically, my entire ass is on display, but you can see a band of lace around my waist and some elastic by my thighs.
And there’s a little bow right on top, and if he chooses, well, Luc can slide his dick right inside me without having to tear them off or anything.
Okay, so the story behind them is I bought them at a coworker’s lingerie party a couple of years ago when I was living in Maryland.
No, I have never worn them before. I never had a reason to.
And I swear, I was not going to buy them, but the woman selling them had this impressive speech about lingerie being empowering for women.
She said something about how women can project a more confident demeanor if we felt more confident from the inside out.
Lingerie can change your life.
Her words, not mine.
I never thought it was possible before. But I must admit. Ever since I put them on, I’ve felt different.
Sexy.
Desired.
Powerful.
But Luc’s groan is enough to make me feel ten times better than I did before.
“Fuck, Baby Girl. Look at that ass. Goddamn,” he grunts.
His big rough hands are squeezing and kneading my flesh. I moan, pushing back when I feel his fingers delve between my dripping folds.
“So wet. So fucking hot,” he murmurs.
Luc is running his digits through my slick, pressing them against my asshole.
I gasp.
“You’re so fucking perfect. I can’t wait to fuck you everywhere,” he groans, notching his dick just inside my entrance.
It’s only been hours, not days, since we fucked. Just that morning, in fact.
But this time, Luc knows the truth about me.
This time, there are no lies. Only us.
He flexes his hips, driving that decked out dick of his all the way inside me. And I feel it all.
Every barbell and ball.
Every inch of his monster cock’s girth.
And I want it. I want all of it.
“Luc!” I yell his name.
“That’s right, Baby Girl. Say my fucking name. Scream it,” he grunts, pulling my hair back so my face lifts off the desk.
But he doesn’t let any other part of me move.
He pounds into me, his pace punishing.
“Tell me who owns this body. Say it.”
“Luc owns it! Oh, God. Yes,” I whimper.
My legs are shaking.
Thank God for Luc and the desk holding me up.
Heat starts inside my core. A fiery thrill of feeling writing around, teasing my clit. And I need more.
As if he senses it, Luc’s hand snakes around my hip. The feel of his pants against my bare thighs only heightens the sensations rolling through me.
“Goddamn, these panties are fucking perfect,” he grunts, finding the slit in front, and delving inside the fabric so he can access my aching clit.
Three rubs and I explode. The sound coming out of me is something else. It’s inhuman.
But it must be okay because it seems to send Luc right over the edge.
Hot cum fills me, and it feels so good.
Is that normal?
I mean, should I like the way his cum feels leaking out of me?
I feel him lean back, but his hand is on my back, keeping me where I am.
“W-what are you doing?”
Then his fingers are there as his dick slides out of me. Luc is gathering his cum and pushing it back inside my cunt.
“You look so fucking hot, Baby Girl, dripping with my cum.”
I squirm and try to move. But he’s still looking. And I’m not sure what to do.
“Stay there,” he says, and I listen.
I always listen when we’re like this and Luc gives me an order.
I can’t help it.
It’s the most liberating feeling I have ever had. And I really want that feeling to remain.
I want both.
Freedom.
Him.
I want it all.
“That was,” I say, after he cleans me up and puts my skirt back in place.
“Yes, it was,” he grins and kisses me on the lips.
No matter what, I am never prepared for Luc’s kisses.
They are always equal parts seduction and desperation, and I am officially addicted to them.
“Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“You said you want to work, so come on,” he opens the door.
“You’re coming to the bar. You never do that.”
I should know. For months, I’ve been curious about him. Nico and Angel always make appearances on the floor.
But Luc never does.
Well, not until recently.
“Get a move on, Baby Girl. After your shift, we have to go get somethings from your apartment.”
One thing I have learned about him is Luc is incredibly bossy. I mean, I get it, he’s rich and powerful and educated. And he is damn well used to getting his way.
It shouldn’t be sexy. But like everything else with him, it is.
His walk is determined, and his path straightforward.
I’ve gotten used to him leading me around like a puppy. But he is not doing that now.
He has me tight to his side. And I like it.
“What things do we need from my apartment?” I ask.
“Some clothes for you. Your toiletries. Stuff like that.”
“What? Why?”
He opens the bar hatch and I walk through, still not understanding as he follows me.
Antonio gets out of our way, and I move to my usual side of the bar.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Luc says, grabbing the stool I sometimes use when taking a break and leaning his hip against it as he faces the growing crowd.
“You’re moving in with me.”