Page 99 of Blood & Lace
“Yes, Master,” he groaned.
Such a lie. He didn’t need five minutes. The truth was that these days, as soon as I saw him, I was a mess. But he lowered his head and coaxed one of my nipples out through the bra. He sucked it in, his moans vibrating against my flesh. His tongue flicked out, soft at first, and then more insistent, harder.
“Shit,” I whispered, my hand tightening around his leash. “Good boy.”
That just spurred him on. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he had shifted me up the wall. My legs wrapped around his neck as he swallowed my cock in one go. He bobbed his head up and down, his hands gripping me tight as my mouth opened in both shock and unadulterated pleasure. I leaned forward, my hips jerking as I thrust into his mouth.
“Fuck, Lucero. God, that feels so good,” I admitted. “Your mouth is lethal.”
He grunted, and I saw the beam of pride on his face. That just inspired him to work even harder. By the time he pulled back, my cock was covered in saliva. It connected to his lips, and I shuddered all over. I was about to order him to give me his dick when he lifted and angled my body. My shoulders pressed against the wall and he attacked my asshole.
Lucero’s tongue swiped over the puckered ring of muscle before he sucked it. Licked. Nipped. Every single time his tongue moved, I was pretty damn sure I was going to die. My handscouldn’t even reach him, but I kept the leash on my fist, my thighs trembling as he made eye contact. And then he buried his face in my ass.
I cried out as he shoved his tongue right inside.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You taste so good,” he moaned against my hole. “Like really good, bella.”
Before I could say anything, he dove right back in. He swirled his tongue inside of me until I saw fucking stars. I shifted slightly, chasing that feeling, chasing his tongue. He pinned me against the wall and growled.
The fuckergrowledat me.
“Hey,” I snapped. “Who are you growling at?”
When I looked down, he glared at me. That look was evil as fuck. I’d never seen it on his face before. For a moment, I lost the thread and stuttered over my words. He pinched one of my nipples and licked inside of me harder, deeper, that same snarl on his lips. My eyes fluttered up as he kept up the pressure, the wetness, the swirl of his tongue.
“Shit!”
My back arched and he held me in place as I came without him touching my cock. As I spurted into the air, I cried out and squirmed. My eyes finally focused on Lucero again, and his face and hair wore the evidence of my release. He licked his lips with a smirk.
“Delicious.”
My jaw dropped. “You are in so much trouble,” I snapped, still panting. “Get the lube. Now. Before I kick you out.”
Lucero’s smirk dropped right away. He knew I was all business. Quickly, he tugged me against his body. I clung to him as he fumbled to get the lube from the nightstand. Without me having to ask, he lubed up his shaft, a whimper on his lips.
“I’m sorry, bella. Please don’t be upset.”
I had to hide my smile. Sometimes he was so naive. I wasn’t really mad, but I had to remind him of his place so he wouldn’t get too much of a big head. The head of his cock was huge enough; I didn’t have time to deal with another.
“You don’t want me upset? Do what I asked. Fuck me in front of the mirror.” I yanked the leash. “Now.”
“Yes, Master!” he said quickly.
Lucero juggled me with care in his arms. He got me into position, and I spread myself open for him. Two of his fingers plunged into my hole, stretching, opening. When he was sure he wouldn’t hurt me, he pressed against me. His big cock stretched me wider than his fingers ever could. And rewired my fucking brain.
“Slow,” I demanded. I wanted anything but that, but it was good for him. “Take your time. Don’t rush.”
He whimpered. “Yes, bella.”
Lucero pressed the head of his cock in deeper. The more he moved, the more I moaned. He sank into me inch by beautifully brutal inch. I grabbed his hair and turned his head.
“Look at yourself while you do it,” I demanded. “See how you’re forcing my ass open? Look at it, stretched and pink around you.”
He groaned, his hands shaking. “Onyx, please.”
I yanked his leash again. “Shut up. Do it,” I moaned. I opened my cheeks more. “Look at how deep you are. More. Come on. All of it.”
Lucero lost whatever self-restraint he had left and growled as he slammed inside of me. I screamed. My toes curled. And it was the best thing I had ever felt in my life. My nails dug into his scalp, his neck, his back.
