Page 137 of Blood & Lace
"Bella, why did you pull away?" Lucero asked.
I wiped his lips with my thumb. "You want to keep kissing me?" Heat swept up my spine, threatening to consume me.
"Yes, please."
That's it. There was nothing like the pleasure that swept through me when hearing the desperation in Lucero's voice or seeing the undeniable need written all over his face.
A shiver raced up my spine, leaving behind goosebumps.
More.
Lucero sat me on the counter, getting as close as humanly possible, forcing my legs wider to accommodate him. "Onyx." His heavy hands crept up my bare thighs as he pushed the skirt up higher. "I need more." Lucero lowered his head once more, a breath away from kissing me again. "Master, please. I'mnothing without you." His gaze zeroed in on my lips as another whimper came from him. "Pretty please. I'll be good for you. I need you. Need you so bad. Your soft lips." His words were scratching some part of my brain that made it impossible to think. "Your touch." With each word out of his mouth, his voice grew intensely more ragged. "All of you." He groaned, and I felt every part of the vibration through my body. "Please."
My skirt was ruined for sure as precum soaked through the fabric. When did Lucero get so good at playing me? My mouth opened and closed as my brain shattered for a split second. His calloused fingers skirted over my hard, panty-clad cock, only adding to the arousal running rampant in my body.
I swallowed as the need to see my husband put back in his place took over.
"You think that will suffice?" I grabbed the collar of his shirt, wishing I had his spiked collar to grab onto instead. "Show me."
Lucero didn't question me as he dropped down to his knees and shoved the skirt of the way. He buried his face between my thighs without a moment of hesitation. His eager hot mouth left wet kisses up and down my clothed cock. Every stroke of his tongue over my cock made me weak in the knees. Pleasure wasn't simmering in the pit of my stomach, a full-on inferno was waging war inside of me. I rolled my hips up, wanting to bury my cock down his throat and watch as saliva dripped down his chin.
"Lucero, open your mouth."
He pulled back slightly, opening his mouth for me, his tongue lolling out like a dog.
I want to ruin him.
The most wonderful thing about Lucero was I knew I was the only one who would ever be allowed to.
I grabbed his cheeks and spat in his mouth. The big man moaned like I'd just sucked his cock.
"Swallow."
Lucero followed the instruction without thought. His mouth was open once more and his tongue hung there as if he was asking for more.
"Good boy."
I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my panties down enough to free my cock. The head was swollen and a deep red. Precum glistened the tip.
"Wait."
Lucero physically vibrated on the spot. His eyes were glued to me, waiting for a simple command. How the hell had I gotten so lucky?
"Okay."
My husband was on me in a flash, and his hot mouth wrapped around my cock. My toes curled as he took me to the back of his throat. Tight wet heat enveloped me and coaxed more pleasure through me. I moaned as he swallowed around me, making his throat milk my cock.
I wasn't going to last if he kept doing that. No man should be so fucking good at sucking cock. Thinking about how he got the skills made me want to go on a murdering spree. Instead, I pulled Lucero's hair, forcing him up the length of my cock only to slam him back down.
"Your mouth was made for my cock, baby." I held his head down as I rolled my hips up, thrashing in the pleasure that consumed me.
His moan of agreeance sent delicious vibrations straight to my balls. I bit down on my lip, tasting blood. The pain did very little to muddy the ecstasy coursing in my veins.
I repeated the process, pulling him back only to force my cock back down his throat and hold him there. I didn't dare let him up until his body started to move, showing signs he needed air.
"You are suffocating on my cock. You love it, don't you?" I didn't need confirmation when he eagerly kept gobbling me up like I was his last meal.
Mine.I was never going to let Lucero go.
