Page 83 of His Own Heaven

“I promise I’ll be there for you. I’ll support you, shield you or just stand back and watch you kick arse.”

“Everything. You promised me everything.”

She felt his lips curl against her ear. “Who do you belong to, baby?” he purred.

“You. Tobias. My Master.”

A third finger joined the others invading Lucy’s body, pistoned in and out of her greedy pussy until she cried out. Close. She was so close. Her back bowed, her toes curled and her head thrashed from side to side. She knew what she looked liked. A woman possessed. Absently she wondered if that made Toby her sexorcist.

Or maybe he was the demon.

Because the next thing she felt was empty. Frustrated, unfulfilled emptiness consumed her as Toby withdrew his hand from her panties and sucked his pussy slicked fingers into his mouth one at a time.

“I fucking love the taste of your cunt.”

Confusion pulled at Lucy’s brow as she stared at the giant man sitting beside her—the giant,smirkingman—and before she could think better of it, she hiked her skirt up and swung herself over Toby’s lap, straddled his legs. It was a tight fit but she was slim enough to make it work.

Gripping the headrest behind her lover, Lucy used it as leverage and ground her body against his. Mashed her clit against the enormous bulge tenting his jeans. When Toby rolled his hips, encouraging her to continue, a sultry moan slipped from her lips and vibrated against his throat.

He tilted his head, giving her better access to his skin. “You want my cock, baby?”

“I always want your cock,” she whispered against his neck. “Toby, I’m so horny.”

“I know,” he said, then he chuckled, the cocky sound vibrating through his big body and into hers. They hadn’t been together long, but Lucy knew that sound.

And it was never in her favour.

“Oh no,” she groaned. Pulling back enough to look her man in the eye, she saw the devilry twinkling in his pale blue gaze.

This was her punishment.

Because what better way to punish her than make her horny as fuck, then deny her satisfaction? And then introduce her to his family knowing full well she was gagging for his dick.

Arsehole, she thought, though the word lacked any real rancour. He’d said he needed a better way of punishing her, and he’d obviously found it.

Orgasm denial.

He didn’t even have to say it. She just knew. The one raised brow, the impish grin, his hands clamping around her wrists preventing her from releasing his magnificent erection. “You’re so mean.”

“I know.” He laughed again. “Now get out of the truck.” Then he playfully swatted her arse as she popped open the driver-side door and crawled off his lap.

As Toby grabbed their bags from the back, Lucy bit the inside of her cheek, stopping herself from begging for one little orgasm. Just one. Was that so much to ask?

But she knew her quiet giant would deny her until he saw fit to give her what she wanted, just like she knew he’d edge her towards that blissful endgame over and over again should she try to force the issue. He was nothing if not consistent.

What she needed was a change in subject, something to distract her from the delicious ache between her thighs, which she realised, as they walked hand in hand towards the house, had done its job by distracting her from her nervousness.

Chancing a quick glance up at the walking monolith beside her, she caught sight of that cocky smirk still gracing his handsome face, and when he caught her looking at him, another chuckle shook his big body.

“Oh, shut up,” she muttered, conceding defeat, making him laugh louder. But as they passed through the wrought-iron gate and entered the garden, as they got closer and closer to the house and all those people she didn’t know, her nerves returned and her mind went completely blank. What was Toby’s father’s name again? And Charlie’s daughters were… Jessie and….

Fuck.

Lucy was usually more prepared than this. If this had been for a job interview she would have taken notes and studied them and quizzed herself, but it just seemed weird to do that while your boyfriend was talking about his family, so she hadn’t. She hadn’t done any of that and now her mind was blank.

“You getting nervous again?”

Looking up at Toby from under her lashes, Lucy nodded. “I know you told me last night,” she said, holding Toby’s hand as they walked along the path, “but for the sake of me not making an absolute arse of myself in front of your family, can we go over it again?”

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