Something that should be avoided at all costs.
Something that could never happen again.
Just a little longer, I thought. Just a little bit longer of feeling her lips against mine because every second that ticked by, the more relaxed she got and the softer her kisses became. I could feel the plump tissue in the red clouds that made her mouth, the cushion giving against me. I wanted nothing more than to unzip my cock and plunge deep inside her, but that would be crossing a line. This would never happen again. We were just getting a taste, that’s all. That was okay. It was okay to give in to temptation every now and then.
Her hands touched every inch of my chest and back, groping me, pulling me closer. My entire body felt like molten lava. I shook like an earthquake waiting to explode. My hand found her throat, my palm engulfing it in a threatening manner if I was a violent man. I put a little pressure against her windpipe, and she ground her pussy against me.
My cock was trying to tear through my trousers to get to her. I pulled away, needing to see her face as we ground against each other. What was this to her? Her eyes were glazed over, the beautiful green pools nothing but black dots, the iris completely gone. She almost looked demonic, possessed by an entity that was no good for her.
It was me.
I was the demon in her veins, and the only way to get me out would be to exorcise me. Even then, I’d fucking linger.
I’d make sure of it.
I applied more pressure with my hand that made the back of her head thud against the wall, watching her face turn a beautiful shade of red that almost matched her hair. I curled my hips, pressing the thick crown of my cock against her clit. Her mouth opened, and another pornographic sound came out. I took my other hand and shoved it over her lips, muffling her pleas and cries that fell from her with every thrust I gave.
Lucy was so wet and hot; I knew I’d have a wet spot on the front of my pants when I’d pull away eventually.
“Look at you,” I said in awe through strangled breaths. “You’re close, aren’t you?” I licked my tongue across her lips. “I don’t think you hate me that much at all.”
Her hand flies to my cock, gripping the steel length in her palm, and she repositions me under my pants. I pressed against that sensitive button again, and her legs shook around my waist. “Maybe not, but maybe if you knew where my clit was, I’d already be coming. Whose time are you wasting?”
It was the worst kind of jab a woman could make against a man. I knew she was lying, by the sounds pouring from her lips, I was hitting her clit every single time. She was close to shattering in my arms for the first time. I wrapped her hair around my wrist and pulled to the left, using it like a rein to control her. “Is that so?” I growled against her lips. I pulled my cock back from her heat and dropped my hand between her legs, cupping that tight little cunt. “This isn’t your clit?” I pressed my thumb against the erect nerve, rubbing it in circles. “That isn’t what is about to make you come all over me? You don’t think I know your body? You don’t think I know how to please you?”
Her nails scratched down my arm, digging into the sensitive skin of my bicep before clawing at my hand around her throat. I pinched her clit between my fingers, and I watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the same time, a bead of sweat dripped from her temple. I fell forward and licked the salty drop off her skin as her muffled scream vibrated my hand with hot moisture. I left my hand on her cotton panties, feeling the heat, feeling the soft tissue of her luscious folds. The material was dripping from her orgasm.
“Don’t ever disrespect me like that again,” I said, fumbling with my belt and zipper. When my pants dropped, my cock bounced free, and I groaned when the air wrapped around the leaking head. Her eyes rounded when she saw me, the thick, intimidating size of me that had been hiding from her this entire time. I knew what she saw. I wasn’t a small man, and with her curvy body so close to me, I knew I could slide her panties to the side and inch my way into that tight cunt.
I wouldn’t.
Feeling her walls clench around me would send me into a spiral I knew I couldn’t come back from. I did want her to feel my come hit her, so she knew what she was missing. I gripped the front of her panties and ripped them off, the tearing of the thin fabric made her gasp, and I covered her mouth with mine again, swallowing the sounds that could only belong to me.
No wonder Brian stalked her. He couldn’t get enough of her, he was addicted, and I knew the same thing would happen to me if I felt her wet channel around me. I wouldn’t let her hands touch me either. My self-control hung by a very small, very thin thread. I let go of her neck, and she breathed in much-needed air as I lifted her arms above her head and clasped both of her wrists in my right palm. I squeezed tight, not tight enough to hurt her, but tight enough to let her know not to test me.
My free hand tightened around my shaft, and she watched the expressions of pleasure fall over my face as I fucked my fist, aiming my cock at her cunt. I was ready to shoot, ready to soak that pretty pink pussy dressed in red-trimmed hair. My eyes drifted from her eyes to her cunt. It was shining, her thighs were wet from her release, and they were about to get wetter.
“Say my name,” I demanded when my orgasm pulled my balls tight. I wanted to hear my name fall off her lips as I came.
“No.”
Oh, the defiance in her only made me want her more.
“Say my fucking name, Lucy!” I shouted a bit too loud. It was possible Barbara could hear me, but at this point, I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to hear my name. I was desperate for it, broken for it, craved it. “Lucy,” the sound of her name was a plea.
I stroked myself faster, the slick wet sounds of my precome as lubricate was all I could hear besides her moans. Her body wiggled, and it caused her sheath to open a little more for me. I saw the hole I wanted inside of so bad, white glaze flowed out of her, her come showing me how much she wanted me.
She could fight me, and I could fight her, but we were inevitable. I’d fight it for as long as possible, but I knew, I knew Lucy Green was the woman that would break every defense I had.
“Godrick.”
I watched her lips form every syllable of my name. It came out as quiet breath, a welcome solace that I bathed myself in, and I lifted my gaze from her pussy to look her in the eyes as I came, eyes I wanted her to remember for the rest of her life. I wanted to haunt her dreams. I wanted to be the ghost she woke up to in her room.
Our lust would be her new stalker, an obsession she’d never be able to get rid of.
“Lucy,” I said her name on a weak grunt as I came, jets of powerful seed hit against her pussy, coating it, claiming it as mine. She was mine. No matter how much I fought it or how much she despised it.
She was mine.