Page 48 of Bought and Enjoyed

Lucas paused when he was fully seated inside me, perhaps giving me a moment to adjust—more likely simply enjoying the feeling of having his cock buried in my no-longer-virgin backside. I could feel him throbbing within me, the heat of his rigid shaft searing my insides. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I struggled to process the intense sensations.

Lucas began to move, slowly withdrawing before pushing back in. Each thrust sent a tsunami of sensation through my body. The burn had faded to a dull ache, giving way to an indescribable fullness that left me gasping.

As Lucas picked up his pace, I became acutely aware of the throbbing need between my legs. My clit pulsed with every thrust, begging for attention. I longed to slip a hand between my thighs, to circle that sensitive bud and chase the pleasure I knew was just out of reach. But I couldn’t bring myself to ask, shame and pride warring within me.

Lucas’ grip on my wrists tightened as he pounded into me harder. The lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with my muffled cries and Lucas’ grunts of pleasure. I could feel my breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, the delicate lace of the bra rubbing against my sensitive nipples.

“You love this, don’t you?” Lucas growled, his voice rough with exertion. “Having your tight little ass fucked like the whore you are.”

I whimpered, unable to deny the truth in his words. My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I could feel my inner walls clenching rhythmically, desperate for stimulation.

The ache in my clit was becoming unbearable. I squirmed beneath Lucas, desperate for friction against my throbbing clit. The movement caused him to sink even deeper inside me, drawing a strangled moan from my lips.

“Please,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible. “I need… I need…”

“What do you need,ma chère?” Lucas asked, his voice startlingly gentle. “Tell me.”

Heat flooded my face as I struggled to form the words. “I need… to touch myself,” I finally managed, shame and arousal warring within me. “Please,Monsieur. My clit… it aches.”

Lucas chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, does it now?” he purred. “And why should I allow that? You haven’t earned the right to pleasure yourself.”

A sob of frustration escaped me. “Please,” I begged again. “I’ll do anything. Just let me… let me come.”

“Anything?” Lucas echoed, his hips stilling. I could feel him throbbing inside me, impossibly hard. “Be careful what you offer, little one. I might just take you up on it.”

I nodded frantically, beyond caring about the consequences. “Yes, anything. Please,Monsieur. I need it so badly.”

Lucas resumed his thrusting, each powerful stroke sending jolts of sensation through my core. “Very well,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You may touch yourself. But you will not come without my permission. And when I do allow it, you will thank me for the privilege of orgasming while I fuck your tight little ass.”

He released my wrists, and I immediately slipped a hand between my thighs. My fingers found my swollen clit, and I gasped at the intensity of the sensation. I began to circle the sensitive bud frantically, desperate for release.

Lucas increased his pace, pounding into me with bruising force. The dual stimulation was overwhelming—his thick cock stretching my anus impossibly wide, my own fingers working my aching clit. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my voice high and breathy. “I’m so close. Please,Monsieur. Please let me come.”

“Not yet,” Lucas growled, his hips snapping against my tender bottom. “You come when I say you can, not before.”

I whimpered in frustration, slowing my fingers even as my body screamed for release. Lucas’ thrusts became erratic, and I knew he was nearing his own climax.

“Please,” I begged again, beyond shame or pride. “I need it so badly. Please let me come,Monsieur…please…”

I felt Lucas’ hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he neared his peak. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Come now, you little slut.”

As if my body had been waiting for his command, pleasure exploded through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I came, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around nothing while my anus spasmed around Lucas’ thick shaft. I cried out, beyond caring how wanton I sounded.

“Oh God, oh God, thank you,Monsieur!” I sobbed, remembering his instructions even through the haze of my climax. “Thank you for letting me come!”

Lucas groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside me. I felt the hot splash of his release, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before. The sensation was so intensely intimate, so utterly degrading, that it triggered another small orgasm, leaving me trembling and gasping beneath him.

For several long moments, we stayed frozen in that position—Lucas buried deep inside me, my face pressed into the mattress, both of us panting heavily. Slowly, gently, Lucas withdrew from my tender bottom. I whimpered at the loss, feeling strangely empty without his cock filling me.

Lucas’ hands moved to my hips, easing me onto my side. I winced slightly as my tender bottom made contact with the sheets, but the discomfort was overshadowed by a deep sense of satisfaction.

Lucas stretched out beside me, pulling me against his chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin as we lay there in silence, our breathing gradually slowing. I felt utterly spent, my body limp and pliant in his arms.

“Are you alright,ma chère?” Lucas murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

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