A cool mist of sweat falls over my skin as I feel the naked body of Lucas slides in behind me. I don't know when he slipped inside and how I did not hear him, but the desire I had two seconds ago to tell him to get out vanished as I felt every square inch of my body dissolve into him.
With a soft, stuttering breath, I try to find the words, though they come through slow and trembling, "Lucas, what are you doing in my bed?"
"Baby doll, you did not come." He pauses for a breath moment as I feel his warm breath linger on top of the edges of my delicate skin. "I was waiting for you, but you never came."
"Lucas," I grind into my teeth as he starts to run his fingers over my thigh, "I don't want…"
He does not even give me a moment, for then he continues, "Ssshhh, baby doll, I know you do, and I know…" He stops and hesitates, "I know there is something…"
I feel him, all of him, pressed against me; I feel his cock throbbing against my thighs, his heart beating through his sculpted chest, his warm breath lingering on my skin.
He feels fucking amazing.
His lips lock with mine; he devours me with a patient hunger, possessing me soft and slow. Passion explodes through my veins as I whimper. I tangle my hands in his hair and full him even closer.
"God, Lucas," I groan. His skin is hot against my cool flesh.
I hook my legs around his legs and grab his taut, hard ass. I tug him into me, arching my hips to feel his throbbing erection. I want him inside me. I want to know for certain he is mine. He closes his eyes, and his body quivers.
"You feel so goddamn good, baby doll," he whispers.
I link my fingers around his neck and pull him closer.
"Do you always get what you want, Mr. Lucero?"
I take his mouth and move my lips move desperately over.
His erection lays hot and heavy against my aching clit; it sends a sensation of pleasure through my core. I rake my nails over his back from shoulder to hips.
He arches into my rough caress with a low moan and throws his head back.
Hi hands cup my ass and press my body even tighter against his chest.
Leaning on one arm, he squeezes my breast with his other hand. As he lowers his head, his lips surround the point of my nipple. His mouth is scorching hot as he lashes against my tender flesh. As he bites into the tip, I cry out, and my body jerk as a sharp need shoots to my core.
I clutch at his hair, not nearly being gentle. My legs wrap around him, and I tighten. I need to claim him. Possess him. Make him mine again.
Then he softly whispers, "I want you, baby doll," He nibbles across my cleavage to my other breast. His fingers tug at my wet nipple, pinching it gently until I push up and into his hand.
Lucas is possessing me; he is seducing; he is taking my body over and over. And I am surrendering. My breasts are heavy, my sex wet and swollen. My hands roam restlessly as my legs cage him.
Then, he slips away from me, his mouth whispering temptation across my stomach.
"Baby doll."
"Ssshhh, Lucas, you talk too much."
He slides back onto his knees, his thighs spread between mine, his cock is thick and hard and laying tight against my pussy.
Everything in me tightens.
His big body is carved to perfection. His biceps clench and flex, and his abs tighten with his every movement. He is powerful and elegant.
It is true, Lucas Lucero had been designed to fuck a woman right out of her mind.
He is drawn to danger and has a determination to conquer.
"You are mine," I say, pushing, pressing my torso tightly into his. "You're mine, Mr. Lucero."
He takes my mouth and consumes me. Lifting me, he moves and turns us so that his back is to the headboard, and I am spread over him. Our hot flesh slides against each other, slicken by sweat. His hands are everywhere. He grabs my hips, yanks me forward, then down, his hips bucking upward, and drives his raging cock into me.
"Oh god, Lucas," I cry out and grip his shoulders, my pussy clenching against the thick erection.
"Fuck, baby doll," he moans as he drives his shaft even deeper. There is an ache in my hips as I clamp my legs around his waist, curling my fingers into the sheets; I surrender to all he is doing to me, surrender to everything I am feeling, everything he was feeling
Then, he pulls out slowly; with a wicked smile on his face, he places his pulsating cock between my legs again. He slowly parts my folds and agonizingly painfully slides into me again.
He pulls out again; he impales me with this hot bulging shaft deep into my depths. I clench and shudder and raise my hips slightly to further drive his swollen erection into my hot flesh.
I heave in passion as my resisting flesh split. He slides into me gently until he was completely inside me. I could feel him pulsating, contracting, and releasing his erection as he eases himself back for fear that he would explode.
Then I gyrate in slow insistent circles; he rocks with every thrust. Our bodies are bucking and arching and colliding in almost perfect rhythm.
His grip around my arms tightens, "Baby doll, I am cuming."
He throws his back against the wall; he starts cuming, spurting hot and hard inside me.
The gush of lubrication opens me; my pussy slides down his pulsing erection until he fills me completely.
But he is not done.
"Take me, baby doll. Take me." He cries out as he angles his throbbing erection to gain that last little part of me.
He builds up a rhythm and keeps it up relentlessly. With each stroke, he slides his hot throbbing flesh completely into me. He drives in deeper, with each thrust pushing into me even deeper.
I moan, welcoming the familiar flush of warmness. My orgasm takes me by surprise; I throw my body back as the heated pleasure tears through me.
My inner muscles clamp around him like a hot, pulsing glove. The sexual excitement burning in my blood is stronger than any burst of desire I have ever felt in my life. He slams into me, struggling for breath, desperately trying to hold on. His chin rests on my shoulder as his hips drive hard, his cock furiously thrusting into my tight hot flesh, over and over again. His unique scent overwhelms my senses; his breath at the nape of my neck tickles and makes me shiver.
A moan slips out when his next thrust hits deep. "Oh God," I whisper. "More, Lucas. Faster."
"Yes, that's it, baby doll," he moans hoarsely, his erection is still hard and thrusting.
"My god, Lucas."
"Fuck, baby doll. I am going to cum again."
His arms fall to his sides. His hands fists in the soft satin sheets. He clenches and flexes his muscles; his body is glimmering from the sweat. He is taking his body to its limits. He gives in. He gives himself to me.
"Please, Lucas, please. I cannot keep it in anymore."
"Fuck, baby doll, I want you to cum for me again."
He catches me by the waist and slides down until we are flat on the bed. Pinning me tightly, he holds me into place, thrusting upward… over and over… with fast, powerful plunges. The friction of his thick erection is too much.
I throw my head back and tremble in orgasm; it feels like I am stepping into a room engulfed in flames. My body burns, and I explode, cuming over his still semi-erect length.
He folds his arms tightly around me until I can barely breathe.
"God, baby doll." He buries his face in my throat. "I think I…." But he goes quiet and slowly slide off from my body and lays down next to me, still catching his breath as he turns to me, "Baby doll, why did you leave?"
I look at him and only but cock my head, "What do you mean?"
"You left me, Lexi Rose," he looks at me, and there is that familiar twinkle, but it is not pure happiness that he feels; there is something else. "Why did you leave me?"