Page 8 of Lucien & Olivia

He leans in and my breath hitches. Our eyes lock and I fall through cold space, knowing there’s heaven on the other side. I barely see him put the ice between his teeth until he’s bitten down hard enough to shatter it. The cold flakes fall over my chin as he spits the pieces onto my tongue.

I swallow the melted bits. They taste like whiskey and my husband.

He leans back. “You’re a good fucktoy, baby,” he praises softly.

I blush. “Thank you, sir.”

He sets his whiskey glass aside. His eyes are cold and his face is unreadable. I watch his hands go to his belt, unfastening it. Slowly. He pulls his zipper down and pushes the fabric aside to unleash his cock. My pussy pulses at the sight of it. Thick, hard, and leaking from the tip. My mouth waters.

“Lick your lips,” he says.

I obey.

“Hands behind your back.”

I tuck them.

He gathers my hair, stroking through my scalp. Letting his fingers graze my temples. He gathers it into one fist at the nape of my neck and takes his cock with the other hand.

“Relax,” he says softly. “I’m going to use your pretty mouth to get off, baby. Tap my leg if you need out.”

My stomach flips. God, I love it when he uses me like a toy.

He pushes my face into his lap. His warm cock slides between my lips. He tastes so good, familiar and clean. He slides his length as far as he can and I close my eyes and go to the place mentally that helps me keep from gagging as he fills every inch of space. My mind goes blank and my throat relaxes. He feels it and he pushes until my mouth is against his groin.

It’s so sweet to be Lucien’s toy.

He uses my hair to lift and lower my head. Saliva drips down my chin, but he keeps going. I hum deep in my throat and he groans, his cock going so hard I can’t breathe. He pushes me as far back as he can without hurting me and I feel him come. Spilling himself into the back of my throat.

He lifts me to my feet, my mouth tingling. Our eyes lock and I swallow everything he gave me.

“Fuck, Liv,” he breathes.

He backs me up, across the room. Tipping me back onto the bed and pushing me up against the pillows. He kneels between my thighs, bracing himself on one hand. His palm cups the underside of my calf and guides my ankle up to rest on his shoulder.

He turns his head and kisses the wine red strap of my heel where it sits over my ankle bone. His lids are lowered, but I know his gaze is heavy with need. His mouth moves lower, his lips brushing the side of my arch. Right where I’m most sensitive.

My toes curl and he inhales sharply. His eyes snap to mine and they’re glittering.

“Are you going to spread those pretty thighs and show me your cunt, baby?” he murmurs.

I swallow, mouth dry, and nod.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, sir.”

His brow twitches and he cocks his head. Heat flames in my cheeks and I know what he wants. I look down and back up through my lashes. How does he still make me shy after all this time?

“I’ll spread my thighs and show you my cunt, sir,” I whisper.

He bends, kissing my clit. Sending a shock of electricity through my hips.

“Good girl.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Lucien

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