Page 50 of Lethal Legacy

“You look so fucking hot, Lucia.”

She gasps, a breathy, throaty sound that makes me lose it.

“I’ve been hard for days, imagining you like this.”

She moans, her finger increasing its pace.

“Stop,” I command. “You’re not allowed to come yet.” Her finger reluctantly stops.

“Good girl. Do you want to see what you do to me, Lucia?”

“Yes!” she gasps.

I stand, and she raises herself on one elbow. Her mouth is swollen, her eyes wide and smoky, and she stares as I pull my shirt over my head, her eyes drinking in the ink and scars on my shoulders and chest, the marks of my past. When I open my pants, setting my raging cock free, she groans aloud, her tongue running along her lower lip like she can already taste it. I step clear of my clothing and stand at the end of the bed, right between her open legs. Wrapping one fist around my shaft, I pump it slowly as I stare down at her.

Her hair is a tangled mess on the pillow above, her nipples thrusting up toward me, and her pussy is a hot, swollen mess.

“Tell me what you want, Lucia. Before I fill your mouth so you can’t speak.”

She gives a strangled scream. “Your cock.” There’s no hesitancy in the throaty words now, just raw, naked need. “I want your cock.”

“The last time I made you come it was only my fingers inside you. But my cock is a lot bigger than my fingers, Lucia. Do you think you can take it?” I’m fisting myself slowly, my cock impossibly hard. Her eyes don’t move from it, her hips moving in time with my own movements, as if I’m already inside her. She nods mutely, her eyes wide.

“Tell me.” I’m barely holding on to the last of my discipline.

“I can take it.” Her voice is low and urgent, her hands gripping the sheets.

“Tell me where you can take it,” I growl. “Where do you want my cock, Lucia?”

She’s writhing on the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets, her legs spread obscenely wide as she thrusts upward toward me. “I want it in my mouth,” she gasps. Her hips move faster, her eyes locked on my cock. “I want your cock—ah—inside me.”

“And what aboutmymouth, Lucia? Where do you want that?”

Her hips jerk, and she groans. It’s too good, teasing her like this, watching my words drive her wild.

“I want your mouth everywhere.” Her breasts thrust upward. “On my nipples. On my clit. I want your tongue inside me.”

My mouth is watering.

“You can touch yourself again now, Lucia.”

“Ahhh!” She falls back, writhing on the bed, her hands slipping straight between her legs. The sound her fingers make as they plunder her wet, swollen folds makes my balls tighten, and I force my orgasm away with sheer will. Her hips are lifting upward, begging me to thrust inside her, and her eyes flutter closed as she works her clit faster.

Eating that amazing pussy is going to have to wait. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll go fucking mad.

“Who do you want inside you, Lucia?” There’s no way I can hold back much longer.

“You,” she gasps, her breath coming shorter. “I want you, Roman. I want you to—uhhh—fuck me until I scream.” She raises her head slightly, staring unashamedly at my cock. “I need it,” she says, and the naked pleading in her voice almost breaks me.

“Tell me what you want.”

The way her body jerks at the command makes my shaft leap.

“Your cock.” Her hips lift and writhe as her fingers go into overdrive. “I want you to fuck me, Roman. I want—ohhh.”

Her voice fades as her fingers pick up pace on her beautiful clit, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Open your eyes.” I’m fisting myself to the edge, pulling back every time.

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