Page 40 of Blood & Lace
He shook his head hard. "No, of course not. What you want matters more, though. I don't want you to do anything you'll regret."
Fuck, was he for real? I always wondered if the puppy dog act was put on, especially when he was such an attack dog out in the real world and with his men. However, it seemed that Lucero was, in fact, the real thing. Insane but real.
I dripped lube on his cock and wrapped my hand around it. When my fingers didn't touch, I swallowed hard.Yeah, I'm in danger.
"You don't have to do it," Lucero muttered, biting his bottom lip. "I know… it can be a problem," he said, nodding to his dick.
I tilted my head. "You ever care about that with anyone else?"
"No," he said plainly.
"Are you saying I'm not up to the challenge?"
Lucero shook his head hard. "No! I don't want to hurt you. I love you."
Now that was a fist to the chest. Love. I shuddered at the word and had to restrain myself from spitting. Disgusting.
"I'll tell you what." I squeezed his cock and he moaned. "If you say that L word to me again right now, I'm going to walk away. But if you keep it to yourself, I'll ride you nice and hard."
Lucero looked torn.Is it really that big of a deal?Finally, he nodded once, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. I stared for what felt like ages until he met my gaze again.
"Jesus, you really got it bad," I muttered.
I lubed up my fingers and straddled him. Pressing my nipple against his lips, I reached back and prodded my hole. As his tongue flicked against the swollen pink nub, I cried out and plunged two fingers in deep. My back arched, as if my chest sought him out. Lucero happily moved to the other nipple. He licked, he bit, he sucked as if he was trying to drag my soul out of my body. Too bad that had died off a long time ago.
When I couldn't take his sweet supplications anymore, his moaning and whispered pleads, I shoved him away. I added a third finger, scissoring them. Even then, I was pretty sure that it wouldn't be enough.
However, I was a determined fucker.
I lowered myself, heart in my throat. As the head of his cock breached my hole, I sucked in a breath. Slowly, I went lower, and cried out as he stretched me.
"Fuck, fuck!" I shouted, my voice wobbly.
"If you need to stop?—"
"Ferme ta gueule!"Shut the fuck up!
I sucked in a breath and thrust downward. Pain shot up my spine, but it was laced with such deliciously dark pleasure as I continued to ride, my breath caught in my throat as I forced my hole to accept what was rightfully mine. My nails dug into his chest, and he whimpered beneath me. Finally, he bucked. It was so hard, so fast, that I was thrown off balance. Eyes flying open, I grabbed a fistful of his hair.
He didn't stop. Lucero hammered up inside of me, panting and moaning. "You feel so good. So good. Onyx, I-l need you. I need you. So fucking good!"
I couldn't even speak. Stars sparked in my eyes and all I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight. Even without hands, he fucked me wildly, his thrusts frantic and raw. We shifted so much, wet slapping skin against wet slapping skin. As we tumbled to the floor, I cried out and wrapped my legs around his waist. Lucero panted, his eyes wild as he fucked me harder. Faster. Every thrust was a demand. An urge.
I love you. I love you.
Since he couldn't say it, his fucking was like he was trying to carve it into my insides. All my power was ripped away, our bodies sliding across the floor. Fuck. I was so high, and it was only on the cock that threatened to tear me apart. My guts clenched, and I knew with certainty that if he ever tried to fuck anyone else I would gut them and leave their entrails in his bed.
"Lucero," I moaned. "You're being a bad boy."
"No," he panted, shaking his head. "I'm giving you what you want."
I glared. "How do you know what I want?"
"It's written all over your face," he whispered.
There was a single moment of silence before he fucked me harder. With his arms still behind his back, he relied on his core strength as his face was buried into my neck. Words tangled in my ear, hot and urgent.
"So fucking hot. So pretty. Perfect. Yeah, perfect," he moaned. "Fuck. Ass feels so fucking good I'll die. I'll die. Onyx, please. I love you."
