Chapter 28 The Human Part #3
Hazily, I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched my back, pressing myself against him, which made his growl reverberate even more under my hands. “Lucien,” I whispered, catching his gaze.
He seemed on the verge of snapping. “Answer me, Drew.”
Nothing made sense. Logic ran out the window. Right then and there, all I was able to do was succumb to whatever this madness was.
“Yes,” I whispered, and whatever restraint Lucien had, it snapped before I could even finish my sentence.
His lips crashed against mine as he devoured me, biting my tongue, my lips, licking and sucking until I could no longer breathe.
His hands ripped—literally ripped—my shirt off my chest, throwing the tatters away as he grabbed my breasts and fondled them so hard, I gasped, feeling myself getting more soaked within the second.
My jeans and panties met the same fate as my shirt before he kicked off his own pants and aligned his naked, veiny, precum-dripping cock against my slit, the fold cradling his thick, long erection, wetting it with my juices. The feeling was so intense, I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
But Lucien didn’t seem to care. In fact, this only spurred him on.
His hand grabbed my hair and forced me to arch my neck as he pressed his lips against the spot where my pulse pounded so fast, it was a wonder I didn’t suffer a cardiac arrest. It seemed Lucien found that spot full of wonder, too, because he sank his teeth into my skin and bit. Hard.
I half screamed, half moaned at the feeling of him licking and biting that spot over and over again, while rubbing his cock between my soaked folds. I practically saw stars. I could do nothing but hold on to his shoulders and try to ride that overwhelming onslaught of feelings he unleashed in me.
When he finally released my neck, he moved down to my breast and bit my stiff nipple, sucking it, while playing with the other, his cock suddenly pressed harder against my clit and rubbing it, hard, and the never-ending sensations became too much.
I broke apart as the orgasm was torn out of me with such sheer strength, I screamed, my entire body shaking and trembling. But far more than that, I could feel myself squirting over and over against his cock, coating both his erection and his magnificent abs with my juices.
But I couldn’t bring myself to be embarrassed about it. In fact, how could I be, when he let me go and sat up, showing me his delicious pecs, his bulging biceps and corded arms, his hazed, glowing eyes, and his messy auburn curls?
Just the sight of this devastatingly gorgeous man, with his big mouthwatering cock, made my inner muscles squeeze, causing me to squirt directly at his belly.
He stared at my pussy with maddened eyes, watching as I still trembled in the aftermath of my release, and he stretched his hand toward my entrance and rubbed his finger against me.
I jolted and tensed at the brief sensation, and watched, wide eyed and filled with need, as he brought his wet finger to his mouth and licked it.
The sight almost made me cum again.
But I didn’t have time to even process the sight because, as though I weighed nothing, he flipped me onto my stomach in a sudden, swift move, grabbed my thighs, and pulled me onto my knees, before his hands held my ass, parting it.
When he nudged the tip inside me, my trembling turned into fervent movements of trying to get him to just impale me.
My breasts felt heavy, my mouth was dry, my skin glistened with sweat, and my need to have him take me, the need to find release again, as if I hadn’t just experienced the greatest, most absurd orgasm of my life, was so overwhelming, I actually whimpered.
Without warning, he pushed himself to the hilt inside me, stuffing his huge, thick cock in my pussy, and that one movement almost made me black out, it felt so outlandishly good.
Holding my waist up so I wouldn’t fall, while I grabbed the sheets with all my might, he unceremoniously powered in and out, gliding easily inside thanks to my preposterous amount of wetness, fucking me in a way I had never been fucked before.
His movements were so strong, and coupled with how big and thick he was, he stretched my insides to their absolute limit, making me feel as if he was literally reaching my womb.
There was nothing I could do other than to hold on to the sheets, moan, and scream as he fucked me into oblivion.
I could feel the orgasm building inside me, so strong, so powerful, unstoppable, until it, too, was almost forced out of me, taking my breath away so I could barely even moan, it was so overpowering.
I squeezed around him as the orgasm didn’t end, but came in wave after wave, consuming me over and over again, while Lucien kept penetrating me hard and deep, his fingertips digging into my skin.
And apparently, he couldn’t handle all the squeezing, because he leaned down, pressing his front over my back, somehow moving even faster than before, while his growls filled the air, reverberating from his chest to my back, making me shudder as the orgasms kept cascading down my body, and I could feel him coming, filling me with his cum, the warmth of it spreading across my entire body, as he pumped me until I milked him to the end.
He buried himself one last time inside me, and, without taking his cock out, enveloped me in his arms and rolled to the side, spooning me.
I could barely breathe, barely think, as I felt my juices, mixed with his cum, dripping down my inner thighs. He didn’t let go, though.
And to my shock, I could feel he didn’t go any softer, even after he came.
He only seemed to grow impossibly harder.
“Lucien?” I breathed out in question, my heart, still beating fast, somehow stuttering at the feel of his hardness.
Lucien didn’t respond for a few seconds.
Then he leaned down and pressed his lips against my ear. “Drew,” he said quietly, and I realized he was no longer growling. Instead, his voice was dark and raspy.
I shuddered. “Lucien,” I almost cried out, trying to make him move, fuck me again, push me to the brink of ecstasy.
But his next words were like a cold bucket of water over my head. “I love you, Drew,” he whispered hoarsely, “and it’s killing me inside.”