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Chapter 9 - Your Favorite Kind Of Drug

Breathe… Lexi breathe… Just think about this.

What do I say to Lucas? Does he know? Or am I being paranoid?

Yet he continues, "Baby doll, I know you from somewhere."

With absolute terror in my eyes, I try to avoid making contact with those soft hazel eyes which I can so easily give into right now to

make all of this go away. Then I softly, with trembling lips, find the words as calmly, "From the club, of course."

He only but shakes his head at me, "No, I know you from somewhere else."

The instant his words hit the tip of his tongue, my entire world comes crashing into a black abyss. There is a shaking of the edges of my self-control as I am about to lose every inch of me that is keeping that beast in control. I cannot crash now, not here, not now, not in front of Lucas.

"Lucas, I…" my words become to falter as his hungry eyes devour me from both anticipation and that lustful craving still burning underneath his skin.

He nudges my chin up with his thumb, and my lips part with a sharp intake of breath. "Lucas…"

"Ssshhh baby doll."

And then he sees it.

My chest starts to rise and fall, the soft rose in my cheeks has just gone a darker shade of pink. By the look in his hazel eyes, he has put it all together.

Lucas knows.

Could it be? Was it possible that?

The thought sends warm ripples of shock through my body, thinning the air in my lungs. There is vulnerability locked in my eyes, fear that is building in my face. All I want is for everything to disappear.

As if under a spell, his gaze is drawn to my lips, the sound of my shallow breathing fills him with a burning longing. "Oh, baby doll," he whispers.

In slow motion, he bends towards me, closing his eyes to caress my mouth with his own. A weak gasp escapes my lips. He draws me closer with a raspy groan. With a fierce hold, he cups the back of my neck and kisses me deeply, gently, possessive in his touch. His fingers twine in my hair, and as he pulls my head backward, it gives him the deeper access that he is craving for.

Then all at once, beyond his comprehension, my body melts to his with an answering groan. Desire licks through him, and he pushes me against the wall. Pinning my hands firm above my head, he lets his mouth roam free at will.

"Baby doll…" He pauses for a brief moment and as he parts his lips to release his ravenous tongue onto my skin and again, he whimpers, "Lexi, god, I want to feel you deeper than I have before."

"Lucas…" He catches my breath and takes my mouth by force. A faint moan escapes my lips and all resistance steps out the door. His touch is leaving my burning body weak and wanting. His tongue is devouring the smooth curve of my neck and his ravenous kisses leave my heart beating frantic.

Lucas Lucero is hungry.

He needs a fix, and I have become his new favorite drug.

With one guttural groan, he spins me around and drives me back into the smooth leather couch where he only had me moments ago. If there is one thing about Lucas, then it is his unstoppable insatiable desire for elevating his temperature to a pleasure that is at a dangerous level.

He is ready for seconds, and if it means that it keeps his mind off the question that truly burns his lips, then I will push him to that level of ecstasy he desires.

And as he drives me down into the depth of the couch, he crawls up my body like an animal prowling his prey. With a mischievous smirk, his hazel eyes gaze a trail over my cleavage while skillful hands pull my legs elegantly out of the pair of wet mess that was my hotpants.

In one fluid movement, a salivating Lucas has his strong arm wrapped around my waist while his other has his hand wrapped lightly around my throat. With a deep growl at the back of his throat, he wraps the hot flesh of his palm even more firmly around my throat as he continues to kiss me in such a way that makes me give in to all of his demands.

Lucas wants only one desire…

He slides his fingers across my throat, grasping my hair, he pulls me back with just enough force to make me gasp in shock at the sensation of feeling his erection now pressing firmly into my thigh. Using his grip, he moves me with ease, leaving his tongue to question about what is going to happen.

"Baby doll, can I…"

"Fuck Lucas, do you even have to ask."

"You do not know what I am asking for."

"If it is…" My words get drowned as he wraps his lips around my nipple. Through frustrating layers of clothing, he nips and teases my tiny buds until I clench the sides of the pillow in aching agony. My mind goes blank and I move with each desire he wants me to feel. Every time I go close to touching him, he only smiles and bites on his bottom lip as the teasing gives him the ultimate control that he desires to have over me.

Lucas is in control.

And it is with searing eyes filled with pure lust and deep desire that his gaze meets mine in the moments of heat as he soaks his fingers in my wet pussy, "Baby doll," his voice grows urgent, then with a wicked smile he continues, "Once I have taken you, you are mine."

"Lucas…"

"No, baby doll. Once I have taken you, you are mine."'

Between the lashing of his thumb against my clit, I can only nod my head knowing what Lucas means by what he says. He has promised me this before, and perhaps in a way he knows it and he is just reminding me again. But all I can wrap myself around now is my legs around his waist as he fucks me into oblivion.

But fuck this, I only look at him with a mischievous grin as I cock my head, "Not if I make you mine first."

In a swift twist of the hand, I flip Lucas with that goddamn sexy ass right back onto the couch where I was sitting in my own wet mess. He smiles and growls from the depths of his chest at my attempt to take control of him.

"Baby doll…"

Though his words get muffled as I lower and gently nip and nibble at his inner thighs, dragging my tongue down his rippled abs. His moans grow louder as I grow closer and closer.

"Oh fuck."

He cries out as I slip my lips over the soft head of his erection.

"Baby doll, you…"

My tongue flickers and dances around the tip. The sound of my mouth against his flesh sings like music to his ears. the feel of my hot soft lips caressing the sensitive flesh as they slid over the head of his erection, and the firm grip of my warm hand, all seems too hard for him to hold back anymore.

"Fuck, baby doll."

With a smile, my lips form a tight grip around hit tip, and to his complete agony, I start to slowly suck. Moving my hollowed cheeks down his hard length, running my tongue up and down his shaft. Deeper and deeper I take him in with each stroke.

"Oh yes, baby doll…"

His hands tangle in my hair, slowly he starts to control my head causing me to take him deeper and deeper as my head keeps bopping over his cock. As the head of his cock starts to push against the back of my throat, I open wider and take all of him inside me.

"Oh shit, baby doll, you have to stop. I don't want to cum yet." Summoning every bit of self-restraint he has, he cups my chin in his hand, "Come up here."

He reaches under my ass and slides my body effortlessly underneath him. The white couch is covered in my juices mixed with his scent. As I slide down with the leather soft against my thighs, he rubs the head of his erection along the crease of my pussy.

"Oh god, Lucas. Please."

Holding me up by my ass, he digs his fingers deep into my burning flesh as he thrusts his swollen erection deep into my moist depths. As he hits my spot with perfect precision, he rocks my world into oblivion. I heave in passion, my resisting flesh split and he slides into me slowly and gently until he was completely inside me.

"Oh, fuck, Lucas!"

"Shit, baby doll, are you okay?"

He is thick and hard, and god it has been a while since I had Lucas filling every inch of me. With that mischevious smirk returned to his pained face, he shifts forward slightly, taking me in even more. With every subtle shift of his hips, I gyrate in slow circles, he rocks with every thrust. Our bodies are bucking and arching and colliding in almost perfect rhythm.

I wrap my legs up and over his shoulders as he began to rock, his swollen erection gliding back and forth. His strokes are hard and powerful as our bodies pound together. My body is on fire as we melt into one. We are moving purposefully, into and against each other.

"How does it feel baby doll?"

His voice sounds strained, and I can only but nod as he thrusts into me over and over as another push makes the pleasure rush right through me.

He drives in and out of me, I am at his mercy, my body bound to him. He snaps his hips, withdrawing just enough so I feel the loss of him before filling me again in soul-shattering thrusts. There is a hard edge to his hunger, a deep, insatiable need to feel that insatiable pleasure.

"God, you're so tight."

He rocks harder. With a few more thrusts, his hips are working faster, his cock rubbing in short, fierce strokes inside me, he is pushing us closer and closer.

He keeps up the rhythm relentlessly. With each stroke, he slides his hot throbbing flesh completely into me. He drives in deeper, with each thrust increasing pace.

"Baby doll, I… I can't… Fuck I am…"

He could no longer resist the increasing pressure, pushing him into me even deeper. With one final thrust, he shudders and explodes inside me. I can feel his cum spill into my moist depths. He pulls me against him and begins gyrating and grinding himself into me until I cum and convulse into a chain of explosions.

With the world spinning back to the present of what is normal, I am pressed cheek-to-cheek with him, and I can feel him smile. And only one thing comes to mind…

What have you done Lexi?