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His fingers traced along my slick folds, spreading my wetness. “Your pussy is so smooth,” he marveled. “Like silk. I can’t wait to dress it in pretty lace and satin. Perhaps a delicate pink thong, or sheer white panties that become translucent when you’re aroused.”

The image he painted with his words only heightened my arousal and brought even more heat to my face. I moaned softly as Lucas’ thumb returned to my clit, circling it with maddening slowness.

“I’m going to buy you the finest lingerie,” he continued. “Corsets that nip in your waist and push up your sweet little breasts. Stockings and garter belts to present your cunt and your bottom properly.”

I gazed at him between my spread legs, and watched him look at me, down there. My tummy flipped at the delight in his eyes, the pleasure he so evidently took in visually possessing me. He bent his head, and I realized what he would do next.

“Oh…” I protested, mortification making my body tense, my back arch. “Oh… no… please…” No one had ever done that… had…

He kissed me, licked me. Every muscle responded, my hips bucking, trying to press my pussy… my cunt…hiscunt against Lucas’ face. My orgasm had almost burst inside me at the merest touch of his tongue.

But Lucas raised his head and looked into my eyes, his blue gaze full of command that made my hot, needy sheath clench with longing for his mouth’s return.

“You taste just like you should, Alice,” Lucas said. “Innocent and naughty at the very same time.”

CHAPTER 12

Alice

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Please…”

Lucas smiled. “Please what,ma chère? Is there something you’d like to ask your sponsor to do?”

I gazed up at Lucas, my face burning with shame and arousal. His blue eyes bored into mine, demanding an answer. I squirmed under his intense stare, acutely aware of how exposed I was—legs spread wide, my most intimate places on display.

“I… I don’t know,” I whimpered, torn between my desperate need for release and my lingering modesty.

Lucas tsked softly. “I think you do know, Alice. You just need to find the courage to ask for what you want.” His fingers traced teasing circles on my inner thighs. “Tell me what you need,ma petite salope.”

The crude term of endearment sent a jolt through me. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t crave his touch and his cruel words. But my body betrayed me, arching into his caress.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please touch me again.”

“Touch you where?” Lucas prompted, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze as I forced out the words. “My… my pussy. Please touch my pussy.”

Lucas chuckled darkly. “Good girl,” he purred. “But I think we can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your pretty little cunt.”

My eyes flew open in shock at his crude language: I couldn’t seem to get used to his casual, arrogant use of the c-word. But before I could protest, his thumb found my clit.

I gasped as Lucas’ thumb pressed against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure sparked through me, breaking down the last of my resistance.

“Please,” I moaned, beyond caring how wanton I sounded. “Please lick me there again. Use your mouth on my… on my cunt.”

The word felt foreign on my tongue, dirty and thrilling. Lucas rewarded me with a pleased smile.

“That’s my good girl,” he purred. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He lowered his head once more, his hot breath fanning over my most intimate places. I tensed in anticipation, my hips liftingslightly off the bed. When his tongue finally made contact, sweeping along my slick folds, I cried out in ecstasy.

Lucas growled approvingly against me, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through my core. His clever tongue explored every inch of me, alternating between broad strokes and teasing flicks. When he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked gently, I thought I might lose my mind.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my hands fisting in the bedsheets. “Please don’t stop.”

Lucas redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling intricate patterns over my swollen bud. I could feel the tension building low in my belly, my release hovering just out of reach. My hips bucked against Lucas’ face, chasing that elusive peak.

Just as I teetered on the edge, Lucas lifted his face again.

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