Chapter 24
I’M YOUR GOD
Lachlan’s hands go to my waist. He grips my hips and rotates them against his swollen cock as he grunts and bites my lower lip.
“Fuck, Emery,” he hisses between kisses. “I didn’t come here for this.”
“But it’s what you want.” And what I want. I follow his lead, circling my hips to the rhythm he set.
He rolls his tongue with mine, long lapping swirls that almost steal my breath. Sweat heats my skin, and I pant as my undies grow wetter with each thrust, hitting my clit in the right spot. I moan and break our kiss just so I can breathe.
“Tell me you want me,” Lachlan says, cupping my breasts under my sweater and pinching my nipples.
I moan again from pleasure. “I want you.”
“How badly do you want me?” He cups my cheeks, brushing my hair back with his fingers and stares into my eyes.
“More than I’ve wanted anything,” I confess. In this moment, all I want is him.
He hoists me up from the chair and stands. I hook my ankles behind his back, not wanting to separate from him.
“Not in here.” He smirks then carries me to the door and stairwell.
It’s steep and I worry we could fall. “I should walk.”
“And give you a chance to change your mind? Not happening.”
I squeeze him tight, my chin over his shoulder, as he carries me down the stone staircase. He turns right and we enter his bedroom, going straight to the bed. He lays me on the mattress and stares down at me. My legs hang over the edge from the knee down, my feet dangling.
“I’ve never had a woman in my bed before. Never wanted one here. You belong here. A golden ray of light amongst the darkness and shadows.”
I am light compared to the deep tones of his room, but I feel like he’s referring to his life and not the color scheme.
“Sit up,” he instructs, and I do. He removes my cardigan then my sweater and my bra and feasts on my breasts, sucking on my nipples harder and harder until I scream out with pleasure and pain.
My hands are in his hair, and my head hangs back as my underwear soaks to the point of being ruined.
“Do you like when I eat your little nipples?” Lachlan asks.
I know it’s to get me talking since my breathing is hyperactive.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to eat your tight little pussy, mo bhana-phrionnsa?” My princess.
That deep voice in Gaelic. I sigh and nod, my eyes closed.
“Use your words, Emery.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He removes my socks then unzips my skirt.
I lie back as he slides it down my legs, kissing my tummy and my pubic bone as he discards the clothing. “I want you to… eat me out.”
“Say it exactly as I did.” He stands and stares at me again, taking me in before slowly dragging my underwear down my legs with his teeth.
I want… you to… eat my tight little… pussy.”
Rising to his feet, he removes the underwear from his teeth. “Good girl.” He puts the silk fabric to his nose with a deep breath and briefly closes his eyes. “Very good girl. Now touch yourself while I undress.”
He peels off his jacket.
I don’t move.
“Emery,” he chastises playfully. “Do as I say. Touch yourself.”
“Where?” Can I with him watching?
“You’re nipples. Pinch them like I do.” He unbuttons his shirt, while I lightly do as he ordered. “Harder.”
I follow his command. My nipples are incredibly sensitive from his feasting. Soon, I’m rolling my hips from the pleasure coursing through me.
“Now spread your legs and touch your wet pussy like a good girl.”
With his orders, praises, and the desire they elicit combined with the pleasure I’m giving myself, I’m lost in an erotic fairy tale. I move my hand to my sex and rub the outside.
“You’re clit, princess. Rub your clit.”
I keep my eyes closed, afraid if I open them, I’ll see myself and grow shy. Doing as he said, I rub my clit with my finger and jolt at a particular pleasurable spot.
“That’s it,” Lachlan says. “Now put your feet on the bed and finger yourself.”
I obey, baring my sex to him, and tentatively slip in a finger. It goes in easily with how wet I am. It also feels incredible. I’ve never done this, only outside play the one time, but with Lachlan watching, encouraging me, it’s so much better.
He runs his warm hands up my calves, startling me for a second. “Add another finger.”
I do, gyrating and losing myself more.
“Say my name.” His hands caress over my knees and up my thighs.
“Lachlan,” I breathe.
“Do you want my tongue inside you, mo bhana-phrionnsa?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes.” God, yes.
He takes my hands from between my legs and sucks the moisture off my fingers.
I open my eyes then. His aqua irises are nearly swallowed by his pupils.
He looks hungry, no, ravenous. Slowly, as if to drag out the moment, he moves my legs over his shoulders and holds my gaze as he licks me from bottom to top.
Breath rushes from my lungs. He does it again and sucks on my clit until I buck from pleasure overload. His tongue delves in and out of me and then his fingers pound into me at a bruising rhythm that I love.
My head thrashes, and I grow lightheaded from lack of oxygen. “Lachlan?” I call out to catch my breath. “Lachlan, I… I…” I don’t get to finish the sentence because I come hard, my body seizing from the intense orgasm.
“Don’t you dare pass out on me.” Lachlan’s voice is faint.
By some miracle, I come down from the high without losing consciousness. He pushes my limp body up the bed and spreads my legs, all while my eyes remain closed.
“Look at me, Emery,” he purrs.
I force my eyelids open to a completely naked Lachlan.
He sits on his heels and lifts my pelvis onto his spread thighs with my legs on either side of his hips. “Watch me. Watch us.”
He fists his cock and rubs the tip at the opening of my slit, sometimes getting my clit. It has me growing aroused again—that and the sight of his cock in his hand and at my entrance.
“Watch, my princess.” He pushes the fat head inside me, slowly stretching me to a point I’ve never experienced. “So fucking tight.”
When I tense, he groans. “Relax, mo bhana-phrionnsa.” He rubs my clit with his thumb, the tip of his cock only in.
I moan and soften into the mattress as pleasure courses through me.
“Good girl,” he purrs again. “Now watch me feed you my cock. Watch how your tight pussy takes me like it was made for me alone.”
I keep my eyes glued to us as he slides deeper inside me, filling me to the point that I don’t think I can take anymore.
“Like the tightest glove,” he groans, his neck strained like he’s in pain. “I knew you’d fit me perfectly. Almost there.”
He rubs my clit more and lowers to suck on my nipple as he surges the rest of the way inside me.
I can barely breathe or keep my eyes open.
So much is happening at once. He’s inside me, deep inside me, so deep I don’t think I can move without the need to shove this foreign beast out of me.
I also don’t want to—not with his lips on my nipple, his teeth biting then his tongue licking away the twinge of pain.
The ache between my legs is more tender than the burning I’d expected from his size.
Lachlan stares in awe at where we’re connected then catches my gaze. “You are mine now and forever, Emery. I’ve claimed you, taken what’s always belonged to me. Only I can have you like this. No one else. Ever. Do you understand?”
I nod, and he slides out drawing a gasp from my lips. The sensation!
“I want you to remember this moment—when you gave yourself to me. Your husband.” He thrusts back in, and my boobs bounce.
I pant at the sudden invasion of him deep inside me again, and the pleasure I didn’t expect.
“No one will ever have you this way. No one will ever touch what is mine.” He slides out again, his gaze so intense it’s as if he’s swearing an oath.
Maybe he is. This doesn’t feel like the sex I imagined with him. This is powerful, consuming, and a connection I wouldn’t have known to expect.
“Say you understand.” He thrusts back in with a bit more force.
I groan from the pleasure. “I understand.”
He pulls out. “Say you’re mine.” He slams back in.
“I’m yours, Lachlan, only yours.” I improvise and it seems to set him off.
He bends, cups the back of my neck, and devours my lips with a fierce kiss as he thrusts in and out of me, faster, harder, deeper.
“Oh god!” I cry out.
“I’m your god, Emery. I’m the one you call out to when my cock is deep inside you.”
He lowers to my breasts and sucks on each nipple as he continues to pound into me. The bed bounces with us and that glorious feeling builds inside me, letting me know my release is on its way.
“Oh god, oh god,” I chant.
“Who?” He shoves in and holds himself there.
“You, you.” I can’t.
“Remember to breathe,” he says then flips me onto my stomach and shoves into me from behind.
A loud moan rips from my lips. This feels different, better even. He thrusts relentlessly into me, hitting a spot inside that sends electric tremors through me.
“You better be breathing,” Lachlan orders, sounding winded.
I think I am. I don’t know. My lips tingle, and my body wants to come so badly. I’m so close.
“Cat-fiadhaich?”
Him calling me the name of the stray cat gets my attention. “Don’t call me that,” I pant.
He rolls me onto my side and slows his pounding. My sweat soaked back rubs against his hard chest as his hand finds my clit and he rubs. “How about I just call you mine,” he murmurs into my ear.
His hot breath sends me over the edge. I orgasm, screaming mindless words. It goes on and on for so long, I grow lightheaded and may even passed out.
“Breathe,” Lachlan whispers. “Breathe, my princess.”
He eases in and out of me with languid strokes.
When I come down from the magnificent high, I mumble, “Did I faint?”
“I don’t think so.” He continues with his slow thrusts, his cock still as hard as a rock.
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes, Emery.” He runs his fingers up my side and back down to my hip. “I need to come inside you more than you can understand, but it’s going to be rough and I wanted you to come first.”
I nod and tense a little. “Should I be scared?” I thought what we did was kind of rough.
“No, my princess, you never have to fear sex with me.” He hooks the back of my knee and lifts my thigh high, giving him ample access. “Trust me,” he murmurs and his hand slides higher. It forces my thigh against my boob and the back of my knee to rest at the crook of his arm as he cups my neck.
I gasp. Choking’s a bad idea for me, with the way I pass out.
“Trust,” he murmurs again, then moves his hand up to my jaw before shoving two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
The moment I do, he surges into me so deep he hits my cervix.
A moan rips from my throat at the mix of pleasure and pain.
Each brutal thrust draws more moans from my lips, but I don’t stop sucking his fingers as he pounds into me at an impossibly fast pace.
Like this, I can’t do anything accept take what he’s giving.
My body pulls tight again, ready for another orgasm.
His heavy breathing is at my ear, his fingers no longer in my mouth.
“I… I can’t,” I stammer, feeling out of control, unable to handle another climax without passing out.
“You can,” Lachlan orders, and bites my shoulder.
I gasp not from pain as much as from shock and shatter around his thick cock, pulsing as if to drag him in deeper.
“So fucking good.” Lachlan groans and calls my name as he comes inside me.
I keep on climaxing until lights flash behind my eyes, and the room grows darker, quieter. On the verge of slipping away, I feel teeth at my ear lobe and a light tugging.
“Stay with me, princess. That’s an order.”
He turns my face toward his. “Breathe, Emery. Or I’m giving you mouth-to-mouth—and that will lead to more fucking.”
More? I force air into my lungs and try to regulate my breathing. Soon, I’m able to open my eyes.
Lachlan rests on his elbow, watching me, his body still close to mine. “There’s my girl.”
I don’t remember him lowering my leg or pulling out, but we’re no longer connected. Instead of fear, anger, concern, or a combination of all three on his face, he looks at ease. More relaxed than I’ve ever seen him.
His eyes twinkle like gems stones in sunlight. “Better?”
I’m exhausted but satisfied in a way I’ve never known. I want to roll over and bury my face in his chest while he holds me. I don’t want to separate from him ever or get dressed. I want to keep him here forever. It must be side effects from three orgasms.
“What do we do now?” I ask, groggily. I don’t want to go back to my room. But it’s the late afternoon. He’s supposed to be working.
“Now we rest.” He shifts so his head is on the pillows and takes me with him, tucking me tightly against his warm, muscular, naked body. The hair on his legs tickles the backs of my thighs. Something—his cum—oozes from me.
I gasp. “You’re leaking on the bed. From me. It’s leaking.” I try to sit up, but Lachlan holds me in place.
“It’s fine.”
“But it’s getting on your covers.” And he’s Mr. Impeccable.
“It’s you and me. I plan to get a lot more of us on this bedding.”
He does? Would I like more of that connection, the pleasure, the way he commands my body, and the orgasms? Absolutely. Can I handle it? Currently my cooch feels like it was rammed with a steal rod.
“I might need a long break before our next… session.”
“Session?” Humor sounds in his voice.
“I’m very sore.” The more I lie here, the more noticeable it becomes. “I’m not sure I can walk.”
He chuckles, his breath blowing the hair at the back of my head. “I like the idea of you not being able to walk because of me. It turns me on.” He runs his hand up and down my thigh and caresses my butt.
His hands on any part of me is a turn on, but I can’t imagine having more sex at this moment. I just can’t. “Lachlan…” I begin to explain this further.
He chuckles again. Has he ever laughed this much? Not around me. “Relax. You’re safe from me for a little while. At least from my dick. I could always fuck you with my tongue.”
Wetness pools at my core. Lachlan wanting me like this and speaking so openly about it is a surprise I never expected when I first met him.
Had I believed sex with him would satiate him enough that he’d be done with me?
With the way he’s talking, he’s far from done.
As for me, having his undivided attention and his caresses for this long is a serious temptation.
He went gentle with me—at the beginning.
I expected rough, angsty sex. That’s us, and even though it did become rough, he maintained control until I was ready.
He vowed to me that I was his and only his.
As much as I want to be independent, I want to be wanted like this too.
No one ever has. Not my parents. Not a guy.
Certainly, not a man like Lachlan. Could this be enough for me to make things work with him?
Desire and care without love? Is a little better than none?