Page 74 of Prettiest Little Thief
Lucas reached over his head and jerked his shirt up, lifting the both of us with his movements as I straddled him and pulled my mouth from his. A giggle of joy broke the surface as he tore the shirt from his body and tossed it to the floor, before settling back onto the bed.
My eyes settled on the inked flesh of his chest, a light dusting of hair from his navel running down to the hidden parts beneath his jeans. The sexy v on display had me weak in the knees.
Was I drooling? I might have been drooling.
Lucas reached for my shirt next, pushing the edges up my stomach. Fingertips grazed my belly, my ribs, and goosebumps shot outward from the simple touch. The stunning connection between us rose to higher levels the moment Lucas’s thumbs caressed the swells of my breasts.
With quick movements, I shed my own top and unclasped my bra, allowing it to slide down my arms before tossing it aside. A smooth grin grew on Lucas’s face, his azure eyes glistening with mischief and lust. And maybe something more.
Lucas continued his exploration with his hands, running down the sides of my stomach and down to my waist again. With speed, he tossed me off of him, my back hitting the mattress and causing me to bounce. I shrieked, and he climbed over my body, our chests melding together. A crash of excitement and rush of intoxicating arousal flooded my veins.
A kiss on my lips and then lower. My neck. Collarbone. Chest.
The heat of his tongue flicked over my nipple, a hand cupping my other breast. The pad of his thumb rubbed across my erect peak, compelling my flesh to pucker even tighter.
I wiggled in anticipation beneath his large body, and he nipped my tit, dragging his teeth across my skin. A shiver powered through me, and I gripped Lucas’s hair, tugging on the strands.
“Need something, little thief?” he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.
Wicked man.
“I need you,” I panted.
“Tell me exactly what you need me for.”
I bit my bottom lip. Swollen. So deliciously swollen from his kiss. My belly burned with nerves.
“Say it. I want to hear that pretty mouth tell me how much you want me to fuck you.” Lucas glided his tongue across his bottom lip.
My hips raised with frustration. “I want you to fuck me,” I mumbled.
His teeth clamped onto my globe, drawing a half moan half scream from me. When he released my tender flesh, his gaze watched me intently. As if my confession wasn’t enough.
“How?” Lucas tilted his head to the side. “Do you want it soft and sensual?” He placed a kiss on my sternum.
I pulled his hair hard, forcing him to stare at me.
“Oh, my wife wants to be railed like I own her.” A devious expression came to life.
I could only nod in response. To admit that aloud… I just couldn’t.
Lucas sat back on his haunches and popped open the button of my jeans before peeling them down my legs. Left only in a sheer pair of black panties, he groaned his approval before picking up one of my legs and placing kisses along the inside of my calf. Nips and nibbles worked their way up to my inner thigh.
My stomach dipped, and my breaths became heavier, my chest heaving as I watched Lucas trail his way up my body. Icy eyes locked onto my face. He settled himself between my thighs, running his nose along the thin material of my sex.
“You smell so damn good.” With that, he yanked my panties to the side and dipped his tongue into my folds. A grumble left him the moment a gasp left me.
Lucas spread me wider, delving deep into my slit. I circled my hips, attempting to gain more friction as my body climbed higher and higher with every sweep of his tongue across my clit.
The moment he slipped his fingers into me, I was a goner. I cried out his name, every part of me a shaking, quivering mess. Stars burst in my vision, sparks of electricity that swam through my veins finally escaping the pent-up energy that was between us.
Lucas didn’t stop until my climax waned and I went limp against the mattress. He slipped his fingers from me as he pulled back, reaching for his pants. The impressive bulge in his jeans, clearly visible, made me squirm.
I held my breath as he disrobed and dropped his jeans to the floor and then his boxers. My eyes widened at his delicious length, where precum had gathered at the tip. Not thinking too much about it, I sat up, getting to my hands and knees, and crawled to the edge of the bed. With my gaze locked on the glorious appendage, Lucas grabbed himself, giving several quick strokes before I leaned in to assist, licking the droplet from the head.
Lucas threaded his fingers into my hair as I opened my mouth to take him all. Tears sprang to my eyes as he hit the back of my throat with brutal thrusts. But the moans that came fromhim… good god, I could hear the beastly groans of ecstasy and never tire of the sound of him enjoying my body.
Then, he stopped. Pulled away completely. I stared up at him through lowered lashes, and he swept his thumb across my bottom lip. “In time, I’ll make you swallow every last drop of my cum, but right now, I want to be inside of you. Please tell me you’re on birth control, because there’s no way I’m fucking my wife with anything between us.”
