My Ex's Dad

“You’re the only person I’ve ever done anything with,” I whisper.

He looks up at me sharply. “What?”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever kissed.” My words tremble when he slips his finger deeper and begins moving it in small tantalizing circles. “You’re the only person who’s ever touched me… like… like this. Oh.”

“You’ve never had anyone’s lips on this perfect pussy?” he snarls.

“Never.”

“No one has ever tasted you?”

“No.”

“That’s because you belong to me.”

I try to reply, to tell him yes, but then speaking becomes difficult to manage. He slides his finger even deeper as he brings his face to my pussy.

His hot breath whispers over my lips and my clit, and then his tongue darts out and he starts licking my needy clit, stroking it as his finger pumps into me.

He snarls as he licks faster.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.

There are so many intimate points of euphoria, with his finger thrusting inside me, hitting a spot that causes me to see stars, his mouth pushed against my lips, his tongue paying special attention to my clit. His other hand grips my thigh, producing more flickering hot points of sensation.

He growls and grunts as he sucks on my clit, pulling it into his mouth and attacking it with his tongue.

My hips start to move as though on their own, bucking and twitching.

Lukas breaks away, staring up at me. I stare down into his eyes. His lips shine as he smirks, soaked with me.

“You are the sexiest fucking woman alive. And you’re mine, Lori. Only mine. Forever. You have to say it before I make you come.”

“I’m yours,” I whimper. “I belong to you.”

“I’ll fucking murder anyone who tries to touch you, who tries to see you like this. This slit, this soaked pussy, this beautiful clit, those moans, those captivating moans… all of it belongs to me, just me. Understand?”

“Yes,” I moan, not having to think about it for a moment. “It’s all I want—”

He pushes his face against my pussy again. His tongue going into overdrive against my clit, flickering back and forth as my walk clenched around his finger. I gasp and my hips buck when he drives another finger inside.

I try not to let myself wonder what it’s going to feel like when his cock slides inside me. If he’s going to fit…

I can’t think about it as he starts to make these feral feasting noises, my pussy getting hotter, and the pressure becomes more and more intense. The action movie is forgotten in the background, the gunshots and the music seeming a million miles away.

It’s only us. Lukas and Lorena. My crush, my man, the future father of my children…

And then I’m crying out, my eyes closed as an intense ecstasy hits me.

All I can see is the pleasure. All I can feel is pleasure.

The orgasm crashes into me, my legs tingling, my walls flutter, my clit buzzing as the tip of his tongue claims it over and over again.

My hips buck, as I rub my pussy against his face.

He snarls and pulls me closer, as though he really wants to eat my pussy, as though he can’t even think about restraining himself.

Pulsing, quivering, aching, the orgasm slowly fades and I fall backward, heaving in breaths.

“Oh my God,” I pant.

Lukas stands with his fists clenched at his sides.

He leans down and tucks one arm under my knees and the other on my back, cradling me to his chest.

He lifts me as though I weigh nothing, making me feel his, completely and totally his.

“You taste fucking perfect,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t hold back anymore. I’m taking you to bed. Now.”

He pauses, as though giving me a chance to tell him, no, to tell him we can’t until we’ve told Jamie.

But I say nothing, instead, I rest my cheek against his chest.

He grunts, knowing I want him as he carries me through his apartment.

Chapter Twenty

Lukas

I set her down on my bed as I remind myself this is her first time. The beast inside roars at me to fall upon her in a crazed rush. I imagine tearing off her clothes and plunging into her tight sopping wet slit without any preamble, not even taking my pants off… simply pushing my dick through my zipper and driving deep.

Instead, I make myself lean down and grab her shirt, softly pulling it over her head. She raises her arms and I pull it off, tossing it to the floor, and then pause a moment to take in the captivating sight of her breasts in her bra.

It’s not a sexy piece of lingerie – at least, it’s not designed that way – but the sight of her near-naked tits has me salivating.

With a groan, I reach around and unclip it. She giggles when I fumble. Our eyes meet and I smirk, and finally, I pull it loose.