Chapter 18 #2
I grab her hips and pin her down, my tongue circling her clit, and she writhes beneath me, her thighs trembling against my ears. I suck the swollen bud between my lips and flick my tongue against it, and she makes a sound that I’m going to hear in my fucking dreams for the rest of my life.
Her hands fly to my hair, fisting the strands as I continue to lap at her with broad, flat strokes, and then I push two fingers inside her. She’s so fucking tight and wet.
“Is this what you fucking wanted?”
“Yes,” she pants, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I curl them, finding that spot that makes her scream, and I don’t let up. My tongue works her clit in tight circles while my fingers pump in and out of her, and her hips buck against my face, chasing the sensation.
I curl them inside her, finding the spot that makes her scream, and I don’t let up. My tongue works her clit mercilessly while my fingers pump in and out of her. Her hips buck against my face, and she becomes frantic.
“Lucifer . . . oh God . . . please . . .”
She comes with my name on her lips, her thighs clamping around my head, her body shaking. I ride it out, licking her through every wave, until she’s pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive and trembling.
I pull back just enough to look up at her.
Her chest is heaving, her tits flushed pink, her nipples so hard they’re begging for my mouth.
I lean forward and sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, marking her, claiming her.
She gasps, and I bite down harder, sucking until I know there’ll be a bruise there tomorrow.
Then I move to the other thigh and do the same.
When I’m satisfied, I sit back on my heels and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
Then I lean down and take one of her tits in my mouth, sucking the nipple deep, and she makes this broken sound that goes straight to my cock.
Her hands are in my hair again, pulling me closer, and I suck until the skin is flushed and swollen.
“Please,” she begs, her hips lifting off the bed. “I need you inside me. Please, Lucifer.”
My mouth moves to her other nipple, biting down just enough to make her gasp, then I soothe the sting with my tongue.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, my voice raw. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she breathes, and the word hits me square in the chest.
I release her nipple and push off the bed, making quick work of my jeans. My hand closes around my cock, and I jerk it, my thumb tracing over the head, swiping at the precum that drips from it.
She watches me stroke myself, and a low moan escapes her lips. Her hand slides between her thighs, her fingers circling her clit, and the sight of her touching herself while she stares at my cock makes my balls tighten.
I crawl between her legs and catch her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy. “This greedy cunt isn’t satisfied, is it?”
“No,” she breathes, her hips lifting off the mattress. “It’s not.”
I swat her hand away and bring the head of my cock to her entrance, rubbing it through her wet folds.
She’s soaked, and the slick sound of my cock sliding through her arousal makes my jaw clench.
I circle her clit with the tip, pressing against it just hard enough to make her gasp, then drag it lower, teasing her entrance without pushing in.
“Lucifer,” she whines, her hands fisting the sheets.
I push into her slowly, and the heat of her swallows me inch by inch. She’s so tight that I have to grit my teeth and force myself not to slam into her. When I’m fully seated, I pause, giving her body time to adjust to me.
Then I start to move.
My hips snap forward, pulling out and pushing back in, and she arches beneath me, her hands finding my shoulders.
I set a punishing pace, driving into her hard and deep, and the bed slams against the wall with every stroke.
Her tits bounce with each impact, and I lean down and take one in my mouth again, sucking hard, my teeth grazing the nipple.
“You take my cock so good,” I growl against her skin. “This pussy was made for me. You hear me? Made for me.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Made for you.”
The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, but after a few minutes, I feel her body lock up in a way that has nothing to do with pleasure. Her back is rigid, her legs stiff, and I can tell the position is putting too much pressure on her hips.
“What’s wrong?” I question, pulling out immediately.
She winces, shifting her hips. “I think I need to switch positions. I can’t get my legs around you.”
I sit back, running a hand through my hair. “Maybe we should stop.”
“If you stop now, I will never forgive you.” She sits up, her chest heaving. “Let me get on top.”
I lean back against the headboard, and she climbs over me, positioning herself above my cock.
She reaches between us, grips my shaft, and guides me to her entrance.
When she sinks onto me, we both groan. Her hands press flat against my chest for balance, and I grip her hips, helping her find a rhythm.
She rides me slowly at first, rolling her hips in slow, grinding circles.
I grip her thighs, and my thumbs trace the raised lines of her scars, following them up toward her hips.
She doesn’t flinch. She watches me watch her, and there’s something so raw in her expression that it cracks something open in my chest.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp, grabbing her hips. I drive up into her as she sinks down. Her head falls back, her throat exposed, and I lunge forward, my mouth latching onto her neck. I suck hard, marking her, and she moans, her walls clenching around my cock.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, my lips moving against her pulse.
I bite down on the junction of her neck and shoulder, and she cries out, her nails raking down my chest. I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing tight, and I know I’m close.
“Come on, baby,” I urge, my hands sliding to her ass, gripping hard. “Come on my cock. I want to feel it.”
Her pace quickens. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and when she comes, she throws her head back and cries out, her body shuddering.
The sight of her falling apart on top of me pushes me to the edge.
I grip her hips and hold her still as I thrust up into her one last time, then pull out, my cock pulsing as I come all over her tits, her stomach, her neck.
Thick ropes of white rip across her skin, and she watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, her chest still heaving.
She rolls off me and collapses onto her back beside me, panting, her arm thrown over her face. I prop myself up on my elbow and look down at her, admiring the way my cum paints her body.
I reach out and drag my thumb through the mess on her left nipple, spreading it across the hardened peak. She shivers, her breath catching, and I do the same to the other one, watching as her nipples tighten under my touch.
Then her thighs fall open, and I drag my hand down her stomach, dragging my palm through the cum on her belly and spreading it between her thighs, over her swollen cunt.
My fingers slide through her folds, mixing my release with her arousal.
She gasps, her hips jerking, and I press my palm flat against her mound, feeling her clench around nothing.
She’s mine.
Every inch of her—marked, claimed, covered in me.
Property of Lucifer.
When I look back at her face, she inches toward me, closing the distance between us. Her mouth finds mine, and her tongue slides past my lips, hot and desperate. She bites my bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth, and I groan into her mouth. Then she pulls away, her eyes dark and satisfied.
“I have to pee,” she says, and I laugh, the sound rough and unfamiliar.
She swings her legs over the side of the bed, and I reach for my T-shirt on the floor, tossing it to her. “Put this on.”
It’s late, and while most of the guys are probably passed out in their rooms, there’s a good chance there are a few stragglers roaming around. I don’t want to take any chances of them seeing her like this.
She pulls it over her head, the fabric hanging past her hips, and pads toward the door. My cum is still seeping into her skin, glistening on her neck, her chest, and I watch her walk out of my room wearing nothing but my shirt and my mess.
I drop back against the pillows, my hands behind my head, and stare at the ceiling.
I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross. She’s under my skin, and I need to figure out a way to keep her—no more games. No more pretending this thing between us is an obsession I can’t control or some drug I can’t quit.
The door opens, and she comes back in, but instead of coming to bed, she starts gathering her clothes off the floor.
“What are you doing?”
She straightens, holding her skirt against her chest. “I should probably leave. If Tori wakes up and I’m not there, she’ll worry.”
“Tori knows you’re with me.”
Her brow furrows. “How?”
“I texted her when you fell asleep.” I hold my hand out to her. “Now, get over here. I’m not done with you yet.”
She drops the clothes and crosses the room, pulling my T-shirt over her head as she climbs into bed. She’s sticky with my cum, and her hair is a tangled mess, but I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.