Page 105 of Cruel Love

Her tightness quivers around me, so wet and warm. My heart pounds harder with each buck of my hips. She touches my arms and chest and face, clinging to me as I cling to her. I kiss her, breathing her in as a moan vibrates the back of her throat but I need more.

I hold her against me and spin toward the bed. Lucy wraps her arms around my neck, her lips barely leaving mine as I carry her across the room. I drop her onto the large bed, enjoying the smile she gives me as her little body bounces into place. I ease down to my knees, reaching up her toned legs to hook the black panties hidden beneath her red dress.

She sighs, biting her lip in hesitation as her eyes shift toward the unlocked door.

I ignore it, sliding her panties down to her twitching ankles as my tongue salivates for her. She spreads her knees and shifts a little closer to the edge of the bed, presenting her perfect, pink folds to me. I brush my lips along her inner thigh, watching the subtle reaction her body gives on its own. Her tummy trembles in anticipation. Her thighs quiver against my cheeks.

I glide my tongue along the outer edge of her lips. She holds her breath, digging her nails into the soft bedspread beneath her while I give her a second lick along the other edge. Her moisture covers my tongue and I swallow her sweet taste before burrowing in for another shot of her.

Lucy slaps her hand over her mouth to silence her moans. I don’t give a good goddamn who might hear us, and I never have. Lucy Vaughn is my woman. My everything. It doesn’t bother me one bit if some random person hears me giving her the pleasure she deserves.

I plunge my tongue deep inside and she arches her back off the mattress. I lay a strong hand on her belly to hold her in place and she exhales a trembling breath. I roll my wet tongue along her throbbing clit, forcing pleasure to move throughout her entire body. She bites into her knuckles to keep from screaming but I still want to hear it.

“Lucy,” I growl, her juices coating my lips. “Say my name and I’ll be yours.”

She laughs, recalling the promises made during our first few nights together. Was it really only months ago I walked into her father’s office and saw her photograph on his shelf? I saw as much passion and grace in her pose then as I do here now, sprawled out on the edge of climax with my name on her tongue.

“Dante,” she says, her voice breathy and tortured.

I hold her clit between my lips and give it a firm suck, knowing exactly what it’ll do to her so close to coming. Her jaw drops in a silent scream while the rest of her body locks with tension just waiting for my permission to snap.

I release the bud from my smiling lips, but I don’t stop. I lave her with my tongue, firmly massaging the spot I know sends her over. Just a few more seconds of this and I’ll have her saying my name all over again.

Lucy twitches. “Dante...”

I happily watch as her face contorts and her entire body spasms. I keep my tongue on her, refusing to let up through the assault of moans falling from her sweet, red lips.

“Oh, fuck. Shit-fuck-a-duck!”

I laugh at her dirty, city-girl mouth while I kiss her thighs and lick her taste off my lips. She sits up as I rise off the floor. I don’t say a word as she pulls my pants down over my ass to free with still-throbbing cock now begging for release.

Lucy opens her mouth to me and guides my cock between her lips, returning the pleasure I gave to her. She takes me in slowly, teasing inch-by-inch until I reach the back of her throat. I flex, my entire body tensing with greed as she begins bobbing her head on me.

“Lucy,” I groan, wrapping her hair in my fist.

I close my eyes, immersed in her powerful, warm mouth. Her hands crawl up my chest, nails gently clawing along my skin. I enjoy the bit of pain with my pleasure. She reaches behind me and scratches down my back, coming to a stop on my ass. She pauses the bob of her head to look up at me with those little eyes, her red lips wrapped around the head of my dick. Her palms knead my rear, coaxing me to fuck her face, just as she’s let me do dozens of times before.

I rest my hands on the back of her neck, gently holding her in place as I begin sliding in and out of her mouth. She widens her jaw and laps at me with her tongue, tending to my needs as the visual itself pushes me closer to the edge. Her moans blend with my own as she takes me all the way down to the base. I don’t push it farther than that. I know my lover’s limit as well as my own.

Lucy lays an open palm on my chest. The other she places on my inner thigh, giving me a gentle, teasing massage along the way to my balls. I laugh through gritted teeth, quickening my thrust while she tickles my sac.

I let out one last grunt before stopping on the brink of release. She opens her eyes and looks up at me while she slowly works my tip with her raw lips. Her tongue circles my glans, pushing the last button I need to come all over her tongue. She hums softly, taking every drop of me and swallowing it down.

“Good girl,” I tell her, pushing a few locks of hair out of her eyes.

Lucy slides me out of her mouth and takes a few deep breaths.

A knock strikes the door behind us.

“Hey, Dante?” It’s Fox. “You two ready to go?”

I don’t answer. I take another moment to admire my woman instead.

Lucy Vaughn. It was her delicate grace that first attracted me to her but it was her tough braveness that locked me in for good. The bastards beat her down before and she got right back up. She’ll do it again.

“Yes,” she answers for us. “We’re ready.”

Chapter 30

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