Chapter 18 Toma
EIGHTEEN
TOMA
“Take. Me.”
The words echo in my head until they’re the only thing left.
I frame Lucie’s face and crash my lips to hers. Gone is the careful touch. I’m here to plunder. Take what she so willingly offers. I could have never dreamt of someone so perfect for me.
She moans into my mouth and I’m done for.
Sucking on her tongue, I rip her jacket and sweater off, growling like a madman when our lips have to separate even for the second it takes to get her naked.
Her pants, underwear and socks are next, our movements frantic, uncaring, urgent.
I can’t stop touching her, kissing her. I want to lick every part of her delicious body.
When I step back to discard my own clothes, her beauty chokes me. She lounges against the headboard of the bed, her hair a little mess of blonde strands on each side of her shoulders, breasts full and heavy waiting for my hands. The tattooed script of her ribs reads her family motto.
I take her in, eyes hungry. Her knees are bent, the elegant curves of her legs hiding her stomach and pussy.
But something catches my eyes and chokes me.
I see her swallow as I freeze and try to make sense of the raised, pink skin on her thighs.
My eyes travel back up to Lucie’s. I grind my molars, reigning in the anger. She hurt herself. It’s not sadness I’ve witnessed before on her beautiful face, when no one’s watching. It’s pure pain.
“Say something.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
I kneel close. My hands drift to her legs and I keep eye contact as I caress the scars on her thighs, familiarising myself with the proof of how deep she’s hurting.
My name is a murmur between us, falling from her lips as though she wants me not to touch her there.
She refuses to be anything but strong, and smiling, and perfect.
But she already is. Just as she is. And I’ll worship every day between her legs, kiss the proof of what she did in the shadows when she couldn’t confide in anyone, to show it to her.
“Spread for me.”
She bites her lips, a half-smile telling me how much she revels in my attention. Her thighs part and I let out a groan that’s more animal than man. The sight of the dark curls and glistening pink flesh sends me to my knees.
“Promise me one thing, ru?ica moja,” I ask while my hands are still stroking her flesh. “Whenever you need to do this again, tell me.”
“I haven’t done it in a long time.”
“Please Lucie. Promise me.”
She frames my face with both hands. It’s like coming home. Or finding home rather. I’ve never had it before but she’s it. I’m sure of it.
“I promise.”
I lay at her feet, kissing her slightly swollen ankle with reverence, then the other and climb up with my lips until I reach the apex of her thighs.
I kiss the raised skin of the scars, lick them.
My large shoulders spread her even wider and my sweet little Lucie moans, though I haven’t even touched her.
When I look up from her pretty cunt, her lips are parted with desire, a blush creeping up her cheeks and down her chest.
My heart beats a wild drum inside my ribcage. I can’t wait for a taste of her.
“Tell me how you like it. Be loud, ru?ica moja. I want the sounds of your cries to drown me.”
The first swipe of my tongue against her is what I imagine drugs feel like.
The salty taste and tangy scent has my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans and I have to refrain from humping the mattress.
I slide my hands underneath her plump ass, and dive deeper into her.
I can’t tease, I can’t stop. I have to know what she feels like when she comes on my tongue.
I dip into her cunt before travelling back up and swirling around her clit, soft and slow.
“Harder,” she breathes.
Our eyes clash and it’s the most beautiful sight. Just like when I made her come with my fingers, Lucie’s unrestrained desire is kindling to mine. Fire erupts along my skin, burning me up with want, with pleasure.
I lick her up harder, faster and groan when her head tilts back.
“Eyes on me,” I growl against her swollen lips before returning to my favourite fucking meal.
I already came in my pants from just sliding my fingers into her, and I’m not even embarrassed that I might do exactly the same thing from the taste of her.
She’s perfect, writhing against me, her eyes focused on me and where I enter her with my tongue.
“Use your fingers, piccolo. Fuck me with them and suck on my clit” she begs, voice rough with need.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I suck on her clit and circle her entrance with my fingers, keeping the touch light while my tongue doesn’t let up.
“Please.”
She sounds tortured now and I give her what we both want, inserting two digits and pumping slowly, finding the rhythm she likes.
“Don’t ever beg, ru?ica moja,” I rasp, thrusting into her with purpose. “Don’t bow. Don’t plead. I’m the monster you own. You command me.”
Gasps and loud throaty moans fill my ears and the space between us. How is it possible that I’d kill anyone who sees her like this, yet I also want everyone who walks this wicked Earth to know what I do to her, how she belongs to me?
Lucie’s legs start to tremble, her bright hazel eyes turning glassy, her breath choppy. I stay exactly like I am, pumping, sucking, ready to drink her down.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her pussy clamping around my fingers and clit throbbing against my tongue.
She shakes under me and a rush of adrenaline, pleasure, and satisfaction runs through me.
Something wilder and darker rises to the surface, too.
The need to do it all over again, whether she wants it or not, to drain her of all she has to give, to make her cry with the pain of too much bliss.
I’d never let myself hurt her in any way, the monsters of my upbringing have no place where she shines.
Lucie gently pushes me away when my touch becomes too much and I press myself onto my elbows, watching in awe and hunger as her pussy glistens.
“Clothes off,” she orders and a sinister smile takes over my face. Little Lucie demanding I wreck her is what my dreams are made of. “Fuck me, Toma. I’m going to kill you if you don’t.”
“I love it when you threaten me. It makes me hard.”
I discard my shirt and yank my pants off, my cock bobbing against my stomach. Lucie gasps, her eyes riveted to my dick. I preen under the appreciative gaze, and glide my hand up and down slowly, putting on a show for her.
“You’re… pierced. And tattooed.” She swallows thickly, shuffling as if to get a closer look at the shark tattoo above my dick and the Prince Albert piercing I got a couple of months ago. The metal catches the light of the room, the two balls on the C-shaped barbell warm under my palm.
Lucie looks at me like she wants to lick every inch of me, yet something else passes on her flushed face.
“You’ll never fit,” she murmurs as if to herself, eyes wide and blown dark with lust.
“We’ll make it fit.”
“I want it in my mouth,” she whispers and I almost come right here and then.
“Lie down, then.”
“No, I want—”
I close the gap between us and slide the fingers that were in her cunt just seconds ago into her mouth, shutting her up. She gags and her eyes roll back, making me smile. “And I’ll give it to you. Now be a good girl and lie down so I can fuck your face into the mattress.”
She whimpers against my fingers before releasing them with a pop, scooting down until her head is resting on two pillows, giving me the perfect angle. She doesn’t even hesitate, opening wide, waiting for me to slide home.
“Who knew you’d be so eager,” I muse. “Tap my leg if it’s too much.”
“It won’t be,” she says, eyes on my dick and I seize her jaw, forcing her eyes to mine. I raise a brow. Like we’re connected by more than our bodies, she smiles sweetly.
“Yes, Sir.”
My cock twitches at the title she gives so sweetly. Something simmers under the lust, red and green. “Have you ever called anyone that before?”
It should feel strange, to have such a vulnerable conversation with my thighs on each side of her torso and my cock above her lips, but nothing about us is normal. Normal people don’t have obsessions like I do.
“No, piccolo. Never. Just you.” Before I can question her, she asks “How many women have you been with?”
“None.”
“Be serious.” She frowns. And I hate that she doesn’t believe me.
I slide the head of my dick into her waiting mouth, letting her lick my piercing. My eyes flutter closed and I force them open again, determined to savour every second. My hands have been a poor substitute for the perfection of Lucie’s warm mouth.
She huffs with annoyance and I tell her again, the words heavy between us.
“I’ve never been with anyone. Never eaten anyone’s pussy but yours, never had anyone lick my cock but you.
And when I take that sweet cunt, you’ll be the only woman who’ll ever own me, Lucie.
Do you understand? You’ll be the only one to take my cum. ”
I’m used to watching her in awe and obsessive possession, but seeing it reflected in her bright, hooded eyes, sends me towards my peak. Nothing can beat being the object of her fascination.
She chases me with her lips, like she can’t wait to know what I taste like and I give it to her. I slide deeper into her throat, coating it with precum. The little minx puts her hands on my ass, urging me on, begging me to take what I want from her.
Who am I to refuse her?
I slide my cock deeper, pumping my hips faster in between her pursed lips. Pleasure coils inside me, my balls drawing tight. I’m so close to spilling into her waiting mouth but that’s not what I truly want.
I withdraw and settle in between Lucie’s hips, our bodies moulding together like they were made for each other. Her skin is soft and pliant, slightly coated with sweat. I lick the tears pooling at the corner of her left eye, then her lips, then bite down on her neck.
“You swear you’ve never been with anyone?”
The dark monster writhes inside me. There’s the same need for possession inside Lucie Ventura as the one burning in my veins. I smile down at her, nudging my cock at her entrance.
“There’s only ever been you,” I confirm. “And I know you’ve been tested recently.”
I give her a cocky smile as I slide in, delighted by the blush on her pretty face.
Our breaths catch in tandem, stuck in our lungs as our bodies connect. Raw emotions take over. I don’t know where to look. Down at where she takes me so fucking perfectly, at her mouth gasping for air, her eyes black with need.
“Fuck, Toma.”
“I know, Lu. You feel so good.”
When I bottom out, I pause, savouring how deep inside her I’m seated. Then, Lucie rolls her hips, looking for friction, her clit grazing against my pelvis. My hands flex on her hip.
“Give me a minute, Lu,” I choke. She’s so tight, so warm, so fucking perfect. My dreams and nightmares of finally sinking into her pale in comparison to being with her. And it’s not only her pliant body welcoming me inside, it’s her trusting, shiny eyes and her acceptance.
This time, she doesn’t obey, though. And I lose control.
I straighten, a hand on her throat while the other clutches one of her tits, and I fuck her into the mattress. Harder and deeper, I thrust into her perfect cunt, driven mad with lust by her raw moans and needy whimpers. Instinct takes over. As if I’m honed only to bring her pleasure.
I slap her tits and they bounce underneath me, making Lucie throw her head back and bite back another deep moan.
“None of that. Cry for me, Lu.”
I do it again and she lets herself go, crying my name out for whatever Gods listen.
I release her neck and reposition her legs, ankles on my shoulders.
The change in angle has her eyes rolling back, but the position renders her immobile.
Incapable of moving her lower body or reaching with her hands, her pussy clamps down on me.
“You like this? You like feeling helpless? When I take what I want from your perfect body?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes. I need you to take what you want.”
I shush her, caressing her cheek in a soothing swipe of my thumb before I lick it and use it against her clit. “I’ll always give you what you need, Lu. Now be my perfect toy, and take it.”
The words open the valves for her to let go, her body growing lax underneath me. She pulls her nipples hard as I flick her clit the way she showed me, and thrust into her.
The blissful expression on her face is my reward. It was worth all the pain I’ve endured, all the times I wanted to die, the grief at losing my mother, growing up with monsters. She was worth enduring it all, just to find her at the end of that dark tunnel.
As her walls clamp on my cock, I release a guttural groan and come inside her, chasing after her high. My vision whitens at the edges and I swallow our moans with my lips, kissing her like a starved beast, feasting on its prey.