Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Fuck yes.”
I lay there, sweating like a limp noodle, as the man stood, removing his shirt to reveal an impeccable chest and abs. He unbuckled his pants, never taking his eyes from my now bared breasts, and revealed an impressive cock.
“So fucking pretty, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling me back to the ottoman and flipping me over, tugging me back on my knees.
The cushion dipped under his weight, positioning himself behind me as he unclasped the chain of my underwear, letting it slip from my curves. Lucian reached to the side table for a bottle and passed it behind me. A quiet click preceded cool, thick liquid dripping between my ass cheeks, sliding down to my core.
“Hold on to me, sweetheart,” the man said, moving me like a marionette, positioning me to sit back against him with my arm around his neck. “Fuck,” he groaned, his cock perfectly aligned between the curves of my ass.
Lucian watched me, his lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly. I couldn’t tell if having the attention of both men focused on me flooded me with so much pleasure, or if the grip of the man’s hand on my hip, sliding me back and forth along his length, did.
I didn’t care.
I wanted to linger in this haze of euphoria and give myself over to Lucian’s control. I trusted him. He would keep me safe.
I trusted him.
“That’s good, sweetheart. Just slide up and down my cock. Make me feel good,” the man murmured, his hand drifting down between my legs.
I jerked when his fingers brushed against my sensitive clit, wedging him tighter against me, earning a deep groan in return.
Lucian stroked the hard length extending down the leg of his pants. He leaned back, moaning his own pleasure as he watched me with someone else, but still keeping my attention on him.
The man held me close, moving me back and forth with his own thrusts, using my ass to jack off. He leaned his head down to mine, his breath brushing my ear. His fingers played against my opening, pulling moisture to swirl around my swollen bud as I watched Lucian slowly unfasten his pants and free his cock.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, already wanting him inside me.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” the man asked.
I nodded.
“Me, too.” He hummed and thrust again, speaking softly for only me to hear. “Do you want to know why?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Please.”
“Because my kink is taking what I can’t have.”
I stiffened at the implication, wondering if he’d take more now.
“Shh, shh. Not like that,” he soothed. “I like to be with other men’s women. I like to feel them watching me fuck the person they love, wondering if I’m doing it better. If maybe they’ll think of me the next time their partner is inside them. I like knowing I’ll leave my mark on them even though they aren’t mine to mark.”
His growled words vibrated through me, bringing every inch of my skin alive as I imagined the scene he painted.
“But I’ve never played with Lucian before.”
“What? Why not?” I asked, my eyes glued to Lucian’s hand sliding up and down his length.
“Lucian has never cared about anyone enough to be bothered by someone else touching them. So, I’ve never bothered. But after seeing him with you tonight, I noticed something different. He fucking cares,” he claimed, thrusting hard with each word. “And if Lucian Daire cares about a woman, then I know she’s got to be so fucking good. And, sweetheart, I’m only sliding my dick against your perfect ass, and I can feel an orgasm better than I’ve had in weeks coming. Add in his barely restrained gaze watching us while I make him think I’ve got my cock shoved deep in your ass when he clearly doesn’t want anyone fucking what is his, and this is becoming a night I’ll never forget.”
Lucian cares.
The statement sank deep in my soul, and I was so lost in the erotic moment that I couldn’t stop it. His words fueled me like a drug, leaving me delirious and wanting, wanting, wanting.
He brushed the sparkling strands aside, rolling my nipple between his rough fingers, urging me to give more. The desire bubbled up and flooded me—consuming me. I wanted to put on a show, to see how far I could push Lucian before the restraint the man mentioned snapped. I wanted to bask in his gaze—the one that said he cared.
I rocked my hips harder, grinding between his hand playing at my clit and his cock sliding dangerously close against both of my openings.
“That’s so good, sweetheart. Fuck my cock. You’re such a good little girl, making him wish it was his cock between your ass,” the man groaned. “Look at him watching you. One hand clutching the couch to keep from ripping you from my arms, reclaiming you as his own, and the other fucking his fist, imagining it was your tight little asshole milking him dry.”