Page 79 of Lucas
“You want my tongue, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes,” she moans again, yanking my hair harder. The pain mingles with pleasure, driving me wild.
I bury my face in her, licking, sucking, savoring her taste. Her arousal is intoxicating.
I slip one finger inside her tight heat, groaning at the velvety feeling. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” I pump, watching her face contort with pleasure as I add a second finger. Her inner walls clench around me as I stroke her most sensitive spots.
“Nngh, yes...” she whimpers, eyes fluttering closed. “More.”
I curl my fingers, picking up the pace as my thumb rubs firm circles on her clit. Her arousal coats my hand as I finger-fuck her against the wall.
I’m so turned on that my dick is dripping inside my pants, soaking my underwear with precum. She hasn’t even touched me, and I’m already on the edge.
“Do you like my fingers, Ava? Do you like me fucking you with my tongue?”
Her breaths quicken as I rub harder, faster. Her hips buck, pushing against my face, demanding more from me.
“I can’t… Lucas, I’m going to come,” she whines, biting her lip. A small crease appears between her eyes as she concentrates, eyes closed. I lick her again, lash, suck, but my eyes stay fixed on her face, on the expression of ecstasy. She is stunning.
“Look at me, Ava,” I demand, and she opens her green eyes, now half-lidded, her long lashes shielding them as she gazes down at me buried between her thighs. “Look at me when you come. Tell me who makes you feel like this.”
“You,” she whispers.
“That’s it, baby, let go for me,” I growl, working her faster, harder, my need pulsing. She writhes and gasps, completely lost in sensation as I drive her closer to the edge.
“Oh God, I’m gonna—” Her words cut off into a sharp cry as her climax crashes over her. Her sex clamps down on my fingers, pulsing with aftershocks of intense pleasure. I slow my movements, helping her ride out the waves before withdrawing my hand.
She sags against the wall, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat on her brow. I bring my slick fingers to my mouth, sucking off her essence with a groan. “You taste incredible.”
Rising, I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips. “See how good you are? How much you need this?” I bite her lower lip. “How much you need me?”
Her eyes darken with renewed lust at the erotic sight. In a flash, she reaches for my belt, undoing my pants with shakybut determined hands. My cock springs free, harder than I can ever remember being.
She wraps her fingers around my thick shaft, stroking from base to tip. I let out a strangled moan, bracing my hands on the wall to stay upright.
“Ava,” I pant. I’m so worked up, I know I won’t last long, especially with how good her touch feels.
I pause her movements. “No, not this time.”
I can’t hold on much longer. I rub myself against her throbbing clit, back and forth, feeling her wetness coat me. The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much.
Damn, I could come just from rubbing between her legs.
The sexy sounds she makes are like music to my ears, embedding themselves in my mind. I press my lips to hers, muffling her moans as I rub harder, faster. The friction is maddening, her slick heat driving me insane.
The kiss turns fierce, desperate, a battle of wills. Her nails dig into my neck, sinking into my skin, no doubt leaving marks that will surely show tomorrow. She marks me, and it turns me on even more. I suck on her upper lip, and the tip of my dick slides inside her.
She recoils, pushing me back.
I freeze. “What’s wrong?”
“Condom. You need to put on a condom.”
“We’re married. Aren’t you on the pill?”
“I’m not sleeping with you without a condom. You’ve slept with half the women in this city. I don’t trust you.”
“That’s not true. Those are just rumors. And I’m clean.” I frown, searching my pockets for my wallet. “Fuck.”
