2. Lucy
Lucy
H is kiss is blistering heaven. It’s hotter than the orgy downstairs. There’s more steam in this one kiss than a month of boiling showers. He tastes like mint and whiskey and honey, and his tongue dominates me, both soft and probing.
Adriano knows what he’s doing.
And I have one second when I could stop this. I could pull back, tell him who I am, admit that I’m here for nefarious reasons. I’m supposed to watch him at the orgy downstairs. He’s my future husband, but he’s also my enemy.
I could do what I’m supposed to do and keep my dignity intact.
But that second passes, and I press myself against him with a needy whimper.
This isn’t how I wanted the night to go. I figured I’d sit back, observe, take notes, and leave early.
Instead, I straddle my future husband and grind down into his lap, moaning into his kiss.
He grips my hair with one hand and my ass with the other, easily flipping up the hem of my worthless dress.
He squeezes, gripping me hard as his mouth dominates mine, his kiss and touch sending jagged waves of excitement and pleasure running down my spine.
My cheeks tingle with how much I want him, and I gasp when he turns me and pins me down to the couch.
“You want silence,” he says as his weight pins me down. “But I have to make a confession.”
“What’s that?”
He kisses my neck, moving down to my chest. He pushes my spaghetti straps aside and palms my breasts before pulling the fabric down and sucking on my nipples. I arch into him, groaning with how good that feels.
“I’m very vocal.”
His words send a sharp excitement into my core. “What’s that mean?”
“I like to talk.” He licks my nipples as he yanks up my dress. He moves down between my legs, and I stare at him, wide-eyed. A man like this shouldn’t be going down on me. No, god, a man like him should be on a fucking Olympic pedestal somewhere.
Instead, he pushes aside my panties as he kisses my inner thigh.
“I don’t… ah… I don’t mind that.”
“Good.” He gets closer to my pussy. This is moving fast, but it’s not nearly fast enough.
I’m aching for him so badly it hurts my head.
“Because you taste perfect, Lucy.” His fingers tease my pussy, stroking me up and down.
“And you look even better. Imagine the pleasant surprise when you showed up in my office looking like this.”
“Ah… I didn’t even mean to…” I grip his hair with one hand, the other stretched out languidly above my head. “I thought you’d be angry.”
“I was.” He kisses my pussy before using his tongue to lick up and down my slit slowly. It feels incredible. I’m breathing fast and my heart’s hammering, and all the chatter in my brain is dead silence.
There’s only him. There’s only Adriano.
“And you’re not mad anymore?”
“Not at all.” He licks my clit, going slow.
Fuuuuck, that feels so good.
“Why not?”
“Because I get to taste a beautiful woman. I get to give you something you need. It’s not often in life we can easily solve someone else’s problems, but here I am.” He sinks two fingers slowly inside me, and I arch into it, greedy and mindless.
“That feels so good,” I whisper.
“Good, baby, that’s good.” He licks my pussy as his fingers fill me. Holy shit, I feel like I’m going to burst. “You taste as good as you look. I’ll be honest, I don’t normally indulge during my parties, but you’re an exception.”
“I feel… honored… oh, god.”
He sucks my clit, and his tongue rolls around as his fingers glide in and out.
“You’re not honored, Lucy. You’re worshipped right now.
Your pussy is perfect, so pink, tight, and wet.
Your nipples are lovely and stiff, and your moans sound like heaven.
I love the way you’re trying to talk while your eyes roll back.
Your body’s so tense. You’re like a string I’m toying with, and I want to tear you in half.
I want to break you, Lucy. I want to make you shatter on my mouth, and when you’re finished, I’m going to fill you to the brim. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I pant, breathing fast and shallow. Every muscle is tensed. “Yes, I want it.”
“You want to come for me, baby?”
“Please, please, please make me come,” I say, resorting to begging.
Me, Lucy Willing-Morris, begging .
I’ve never, not in my whole life.
And yet Adriano’s true to his word, because I’m someone else right now.
I’m a woman lying spread on this man’s couch, getting pleasured out of my freaking mind, and that’s more than enough.
He keeps going, licking my pussy, focusing now on getting me off. I grip his hair tighter, moving my hips against his mouth, getting his face wet and messy. He doesn’t seem to mind. His fingers fill me deeper and deeper, and I’m right there on the edge, my eyes rolling back.
“You messy, needy fucking girl,” he whispers, grinding his fingers and curling them. “Look at you, filthy fucking girl, ready to come for me.”
Fuck. That does it.
I break for him. Just like he wanted. I come against his mouth, and he eagerly licks me through it, growling like a beast, clearly loving it. His enthusiasm only makes my orgasm hit that much harder, and by the time I’m coming back down, there are black spots in my vision.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, kissing me, making me taste my pussy on his lips.
And I don’t even mind. It’s salty and nice, just like him.
“God, you’re so pretty. So fucking beautiful.
All wet on my couch, moaning and writhing, getting what you need and giving me what I want.
You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Tell me you’re good. ”
“I’m a good girl,” I whimper.
“That’s right you are.” He leans back and unbuckles his pants. “But I’m not finished with you yet. I want to fuck you until your mind is quiet, Lucy. I want your brain silenced while I fill you to the brim and get what I want. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Please,” I say, mouth hanging open. “I want it.”
“That’s such a good girl.” He kisses me eagerly. “Learning what I like already. Begging like the filthy fucking slut you are.”
I suck in a breath. I’ve never been talked to like this before. But I guess now I know what he meant by vocal.
His dick is long and thick. He strokes himself as he kisses me, then teases my entrance with his tip. I squeeze his ass, wiggling my hips, wanting him, impatient for it. I’m breathing hard as he slowly sinks inside, and he stretches me out in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Oh, shit,” I groan in his ear as he holds me tight. His dick slowly moves back and forth, getting my wetness all over him, before sinking in deeper. “Oh, shit, you’re big.” I let out a giddy, stupid laugh.
He chuckles and bites my ear. “Are you complaining? Good girls don’t complain.”
“No,” I say, moaning now as he moves, grinding in and out. “No, god, I’m not complaining at all.”
“That’s right, baby, because you like being my messy little toy. Do you enjoy it when I fill you to the brim? Do you like when I fuck you, baby?”
“God, yes,” I gasp as he moves faster. The couch rocks as he latches his mouth to my right nipple, fucking me with a steady, deep rhythm. Each pound is like a tattoo of bliss inked right onto my brain. “I want to be good for you, Adriano. I want to be messy and good.”
“Fuck,” he says, and that word is everything.
Husky and low, filled with lust and want, mindless like me.
He’s as deep into this as I am, and I’m so deep I can barely see the surface anymore.
Each plunge of his amazing cock sends me further and further down, and all I want to do is keep on sinking.
He’s coming with me, driving into me, his breath and mouth and scent and taste all I need, all I have left.
I’d drown without him; I’d be lost if he stopped.
He fills me again and again. We’re in total rhythm. Our bodies sync, and I reach my arms above my head as he takes me.
“God, I’m going to fill you, baby,” he whispers, growling as he goes faster. I’m right with him, my core throbbing and on the edge of breaking into a million little pieces. “I’m going to make you my good little slut. I’m going to fill you to the brim, baby. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” I moan. “Fuck me, Adriano. I want it so badly. I want to be good.”
“You need it, you eager, messy girl. You’re so fucking greedy for my dick. You can’t help yourself. Lying there on my couch, taking my fucking cock, beautiful and depraved. You’re my sin now, Lucy. Every inch of you is ruin and sex and perfection.”
“God, keep going, don’t you fucking stop.”
It’s madness, mindless and stupid madness, and I don’t care.
This is what I wanted. Total silence, except for his breath, his words, the sound of his cock pounding into me again and again.
That’s all I could ever hope for in this world, and he’s giving me more than I ever thought possible.
We build and build together until I can’t take it anymore.
I’m stretched to my limit. I’m at my absolute apex.
“Go ahead, baby,” he whispers to me. “Get a little messy.”
My trigger pulls, and I shatter in a wave of bliss.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I come and come, and he fucks me through it, animalistic and primal. I feel him stiffen, and he’s coming too. For several magical, incredible, perfect seconds, I float suspended in the air in total, absolute, pristine silence.
Incredible.
Then I come crashing down. I gasp for air as he growls in my ear, grunting as he finishes between my legs. Some voice wonders birth control? But screw that voice. I grin stupidly as he slides himself out, staring at me with open astonishment.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he says and pulls me into his lap. “This is not how I expected my night to go.”
“Better than paperwork?” I say dully, curling up against him.
“Much, much better.”