Chapter 25 – Lance
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tell Me You Want Me…
Lance
"Not yet," I said, my voice rough as I trailed kisses down her neck. "I want you begging for it."
I properly unzipped her dress and let it fall in a puddle around her feet. Christ, she was beautiful—all golden-brown skin and perfect curves that made my mouth water.
I backed her up to the bed and then lifted her easily, placing her in the center. My mouth found her breast, tongue circling her nipple before sucking it hard between my lips. She gasped, threading her fingers through my hair to hold me there.
"Lance," she moaned as my teeth grazed the sensitive peak.
"Tell me what you want," I commanded, my hand sliding between us to tease her clit with feather-light touches. "Say it."
"I want your cock inside me," she gasped, rocking against my fingers. "Please."
I smiled against her skin, nipping at her collarbone. "How badly do you want it?"
My thumb circled her clit as my fingers pumped slowly in and out. "Like this?"
"More," she demanded, digging her nails into my shoulders. "I need your cock."
I positioned myself at her entrance, the thick head of my cock stretching her slightly. "Look at me," I ordered.
She met my gaze, her breath catching at whatever she found there.
"I want to watch your face while I push inside you," I said, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want to see every reaction."
I pushed forward slowly, stretching her inch by delicious inch. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as I filled her completely.
"Fuck," I groaned, my muscles trembling with the effort of holding still. "So tight. So perfect."
"Move," she begged, rolling her hips. "Please, Lance."
I withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in, setting a maddeningly slow pace. Each stroke hit perfectly, and I watched her face contort with pleasure.
"Faster," she demanded, wrapping her legs tighter around me.
"Not yet," I said, my voice strained. "I want to feel every inch of your pussy. Want to make this last."
My thumb found her clit again, circling in time with my thrusts. She was close already, her body still sensitive from earlier.
"That's it," I encouraged as her walls began to flutter around me. "Let go for me, Morgan."
"Talk to me," she gasped, teetering on the edge. "Please—I need to hear your voice."
My rhythm never faltered as I leaned close to her ear. "You want to hear how fucking perfect your pussy feels around my cock? How I've thought about getting inside you again, only minutes after having you?”
"Yes," she moaned, her back arching off the bed.
"I've jerked off thinking about you every night," I growled, my hips snapping harder against hers. "Imagining how your tight little cunt would feel squeezing my cock again."
My words sent liquid heat rushing from her pussy.
"Lance—"
"I know what you need," I whispered, my voice dropping lower. "You need me to fuck you harder, don't you? Need me to make you come on my cock."
"God, yes," she whimpered as I shifted, changing the angle to hit deeper.
"You're so fucking wet, Morgan. So ready for me." My thumb circled the sensitive bud as my cock drove into her relentlessly. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're close, aren't you?"
She nodded frantically, beyond words as pressure built inside her.
"Tell me," I demanded, slowing my pace torturously. "Say it."
"I'm close," she gasped, digging her nails into my shoulders. "Please don't stop."
My smile was wicked as I resumed my pace. "I want to feel you come. Want to feel that pretty pussy clench around my cock while I fill you up."
My words pushed her over the edge.
"I'm coming," she cried out, her body convulsing around me.
"That's it," I groaned, never slowing. "Give it to me. Fuck, you're squeezing…me…so tight."
I continued to thrust through her orgasm, prolonging the waves of pleasure until she was trembling beneath me. But instead of finishing, I suddenly pulled out and flipped onto my back, my cock glistening with her arousal.
"Come here," I commanded, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want you on top."
She straddled me on shaky legs, her thighs still quivering from her release. My hands gripped her waist, positioning her over my thick shaft.
"Ride me," I growled, my eyes dark with lust. "Take what you want."
She sank down slowly, gasping as my cock stretched her open again. From this angle, I felt impossibly deeper, hitting places that made her vision blur.
"Fuck," she moaned, bracing her hands on my chest. "You're so deep like this."
My fingers dug into her hips, guiding her into a rhythm. "That's it," I encouraged, my eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. "Use my cock to make yourself feel good."
She rolled her hips experimentally, finding an angle that sent sparks of pleasure up her spine. I watched her with hungry eyes, my jaw clenched tight.
"You look so fucking beautiful," I said, my thumbs digging into her hip bones. "Watching my cock disappear inside that tight pussy."
My words sent heat rushing through her. She moved faster, chasing the building pressure. My hand slid up her torso to cup her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers.
"Lance," she gasped, her rhythm faltering as pleasure shot through her.
"Keep going," I commanded, sitting up slightly to take her nipple into my mouth. The hot, wet suction made her cry out, her pussy clenching around me. "That's it. Don't stop."
My tongue swirled around the sensitive peak before I gently bit down, making her whimper. Her movements became erratic as my hand slipped between us, my thumb finding her clit.
"I can feel how close you are," I murmured against her breast. "Your pussy's squeezing me so tight."
My other hand slid down her back, fingers dipping between her cheeks to tease her asshole. The unexpected touch made her jolt, a new wave of pleasure washing over her.
"Oh god," she moaned, grinding down harder on my cock.
"You like that?" I asked, my finger circling the tight ring of muscle. "Having me play with your ass while you ride my cock?"
She could only nod, beyond words as my finger pressed slightly, just teasing the entrance while my cock filled her completely.
"Tell me what you want," I demanded, my voice rough with need. "I want to hear you say it."
"I want—" she gasped as I thrust up into her, meeting her downward motion. "To come again."
"I think we can make that happen," I growled, my finger pressing more insistently against her ass as my thumb circled her clit. "I want to feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock when you come."
She rode me harder, her body slick with sweat, chasing the building pressure. Moaning louder , especially when my finger teased her ass, adding a forbidden element that had her spiraling toward another orgasm.
I changed our position and she found herself on her stomach, my body covering hers from behind, my cock sliding back inside her.
"Is this okay?" I whispered against her ear, my weight pressing her into the mattress.
"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes."
My hand slid beneath her, finding her clit as I began to thrust. The angle was perfect, hitting spots inside her that had her seeing stars.
"You feel so fucking good," I groaned, my voice strained. "So tight like this."
My free hand tangled in her hair, pulling gently to arch her neck, giving me access to the sensitive skin beneath her ear. My teeth grazed her pulse point as my hips snapped against her ass.
"I love how you take my cock," I murmured, my hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "So perfect for me."
She could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of my fingers working her clit and my thick cock stretching her open. The pressure of my body on hers, the feeling of being completely possessed, had her teetering on the edge.
"Morgan," my voice was raw with need. "I want to try something. Tell me if you don't like it."
My hand left her clit, and she nearly protested until she felt my slick finger circling her asshole again, more deliberately this time.
"Is this okay?" I asked, my cock slowing to shallow thrusts.
"Yes," she breathed, pushing back against me. "I trust you."
I groaned at her words, pressing a reverent kiss to her shoulder. "Relax," I whispered as my thumb breached her slightly.
The sensation was intense as I worked my thumb deeper, timing it with the thrusts of my cock.
"Oh my god," she moaned, burying her face in the pillow.
"Look at you," I said, my voice filled with awe. "Taking my cock in your pussy and my thumb in your ass. So fucking sexy."
"More," she begged.
I pushed my thumb deeper as my cock continued its relentless pace. "You like being filled like this?" I asked, my voice rough.
"Yes," she gasped. "God, it's so much."
My free hand slid beneath her again, finding her clit with unerring precision. "You can take it," I murmured, my voice husky against her ear. "You're doing so well."
My thumb pressed deeper into her ass as my cock continued its relentless rhythm.
"Fuck," I groaned, my breath hot against her neck. "You're so tight around me. Both holes squeezing me."
“Lance!”
"Does it feel good?" I asked, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Having me play with your tight little asshole while I fuck your pussy?"
"Yes," she moaned, pushing back against me. "It's so good, Lance. Don't stop. I love you!"
My rhythm faltered slightly at her words, a groan tearing from my throat. "Christ, Morgan. The things you do to me."
I worked her clit faster, tight circles that had her gasping. My cock hit deeper with each thrust, the angle perfect in this position. Combined with the forbidden pleasure of my thumb in her ass, she was rapidly approaching another climax.
"I can feel you getting close," I murmured, my lips trailing hot kisses down her spine. "Your pussy's clenching around my cock. You going to come for me again?"
"Yes," she panted, her fingers clutching the sheets. "I'm so close."
"Let me hear you," I demanded, my hips snapping harder against her ass. "I want to hear how good I'm making you feel."
"Oh fuck," she cried out, the pleasure clearly unbearable. "Lance, I'm?—"
"That's it," I encouraged, working her clit faster as my thumb pushed deeper into her ass. "Come for me. Let me feel it."
The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She screamed my name, her body convulsing around my cock and finger as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
"Fuck, Morgan," I groaned, my rhythm becoming erratic. "I'm going to come. Want to fill your pussy up."
"Yes," she gasped, still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Come inside me."
My hips slammed against her one final time as I buried myself to the hilt, my cock pulsing as I released inside her. The feeling of my hot cum flooding her pussy triggered another wave of pleasure, making her clench around me, milking every drop.
"Fuck," I groaned, collapsing on top of her. I withdrew my thumb gently from her ass, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder blades as I did.
We stayed like that, connected, my cock still buried deep inside her, both of us trembling with aftershocks.
My breath was hot against her neck, my heart pounding against her back.
After several minutes, I carefully rolled us to our sides, keeping my cock inside her, my arm wrapped securely around her waist. My lips brushed her ear. "You okay?"
She nodded, too boneless to form words. My hand stroked her hip soothingly, my touch now gentle where it had been demanding moments before.
"Was that... too much?" I asked, tightening my hold slightly.
She found her voice, though it was raspy from screaming. "No. It was perfect."
I "You're perfect," I murmured, my hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb lazily circling her nipple. "So fucking beautiful when you come."
My cock twitched inside her, still semi-hard. She gasped, oversensitive.
"Sorry," I chuckled, not sounding sorry at all. "Can't help it. The way your pussy grips me..."
My low laugh vibrated against her back as I slowly, carefully withdrew from her. She whimpered at the loss. I rolled her toward me, my eyes searching hers.
"Let me take care of you," I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead that contrasted sharply with the rough passion of moments before.
I slipped from the bed, and she watched through heavy-lidded eyes as I padded naked to the bathroom. When I returned, I carried a warm washcloth.
"Spread your legs for me." She complied, too exhausted to feel self-conscious as I carefully cleaned between her thighs, the warm cloth soothing against her sensitive flesh. My touch was reverent, almost worshipful.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked, my brow furrowing slightly as I noticed the redness where I'd been so rough.
"No," she whispered, reaching up to touch my face. "You didn't hurt me at all."
My eyes softened as I leaned into her touch. "You're sure? I got a little carried away."
She smiled. "I liked carried away. I liked everything."
I finished cleaning her with gentle strokes, then tossed the washcloth aside and crawled back into bed. I pulled her against my chest, one hand idly tracing patterns on her bare hip.
She turned in my arms to face me, studying the planes of my face in the dim light. "Talk to me," she whispered, tracing my jawline with her fingertip.
"About what?" My hand continued its lazy exploration of her body, mapping each curve as if committing it to memory.
"“What happens in the morning?"
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, my touch achingly gentle. "In the morning, you're still my wife. And I'm still the luckiest bastard alive."
"Lance..."
I leaned forward, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
When I finally pulled back, my thumb wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye.
"I'm scared of what to expect from your family," she admitted, the words barely audible.
"Me too. But I have you. I'm not letting go. Of you or your heart."