Page 37 of Unwillingly His

My mouth watered even more as he gripped his cock over his boxer briefs giving it a few sharp tugs, which I was pretty sure was for my benefit, before sliding his boxers down.

When he stood again, fully naked, his cock stood upright and proud, heavily bobbing with every step he took towards me.

I couldn’t rip my eyes away from it if I wanted to. The head was dark red, almost purple, with a single clear bead of liquid at the tip.

I licked my lips again and swallowed, wondering what it tasted like, wondering what he would feel like in my mouth.

“Not this time, baby girl. I need to feel that tight pussy squeezing me. But don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of time to get those sweet little lips on me later.”

The sound of his voice brought me back to reality, and I remembered what he was going to do.

Where he was going to put that massive thing.

I might not have been experienced, but I could do basic math, and I knew that the math was not going to math.

His huge hard cock was not going to fit inside of me. There was no way my body was made to take something that big.

He took a step closer, and I scooted back on the bed, still staring at his cock.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, baby girl?”

I shook my head, not able to say anything, not knowing what to say as I moved back even faster.

I got to the edge of the bed and tried to make a break for the door.

Lucian let me get maybe three steps before he was on me, one hand around my waist, the other on my throat.

“What happened to being a good girl?” he growled.

“Please,” I whined.

“No, you said you were going to be a good girl.” He pushed me away from him just enough to rip my shirt and my bra from my body, leaving my top half completely exposed.

The only thing I had left was my skirt.

“What happened to you doing as you’re told? Was one punishment really not enough? Did you need me to spank you harder or just tie you to the bed?”

“No, I can’t. It won’t fit.” I clawed at his hands. “Please, there’s no way.”

He laughed at me, pulling my body against his.

As soon as his bare skin brushed against mine, instant warmth overtook my body, banishing the cold that had crept inside of me again and making part of me relax a little.

I still fought him, but not nearly as hard as I wanted to.

“It will fit. I’ll make it fit.” With his hand still around my throat, he pushed me against the wall, holding me there like he had in the courtroom.

His hand went down my body, stopping just to cup my breasts for a moment and pinch my nipples before traveling down to my waist, grabbing me with both of his hands and lifting me up against the wall.

He pressed his body to mine, holding me up with his entire body, and my legs immediately went around his waist.

My ankles locked behind him.

His entire body was pressed to mine, and it felt so good.

His skin was so hot, and his body surrounded mine, making me feel safe.

It was kind of funny. The one thing that I really needed protection from was the only thing that had made me feel safe in months.

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