He stood and moved to kneel in front of me. Rolling his finger out, he nudged it against my chin. I looked into his eyes and saw his disappointment. "Look at me," he said. "Do you want to give me what I want?"
I nodded and rolled my shoulders forward, hands planted firmly against the cold and weathered concrete. The wind blew in between us, drying my tears. "I want to give you everything and more," I said.
He kissed me, sighing deeply into my mouth, tongue scraping the back of my throat. I sank into him and felt my pussy tremble. My desire rolled down my thighs.
He pulled back and moaned. He glided his hands in between my legs and felt my wetness. I was aching for him. "There you go. Is that hole ready for me, darling?"
"Oh, God," I moaned. "I'm ready. I want it."
"Tell me how bad you want it. Does it ache? Is the thought of this cock too much to handle?"
I shut my eyes and tasted his lips one more time. His tongue swept through my mouth, and I finally relaxed. "If I don't have your cock inside of my ass, I won't know what to do," I moaned.
And I meant it.
"Yeah, honey?"
"I need to feel your warm come coat my walls," I pleaded.
"Keep going."
"I don't want you to tease me. I want you to own me," I demanded. "I'm lost without you, daddy. Give me everything I beg for."
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He pinched my cheek and smiled. His eyes seemed to glow as he looked at me. "I won't let you run away from this," he said.
Reaching over my back, he curled his hand. Two fingers inside of my pussy. Another, teasing my asshole. He had me in the palm of his hand. This time, I opened for him with ease.
"Good girl," he purred, gazing deep into my eyes. "It's time for me to mount you. Are you ready for that, sweetheart?"
"I'm on my knees, begging."
I challenged him on all fours and arched my ass into the air. Lucian stood and carefully took hold of both cheeks, spreading me apart and spanking me with approval. His cock rocked against my ass. I eased back and moaned, "Mmm, do it. Fuck my ass."
I took in one more breath and felt his crown give way. And, holy fucking shit… it was nothing like I had expected.
"Take it, slut," he said. "Take all of me."
"Yes, daddy. More!"
The pressure came as a deep emotion, and I thought of everything we had both experienced. The pain, the pleasure, the fire and hate centered between the two families. We were connected, and that realization brought an immediate release of endorphins.
I eased my ass back, feeling my hole open around him. I took in every inch and felt him bottom out. "Look at your accomplishment," he said. "You're doing so fucking good, baby."
I turned my head and slowly took in another breath. "Holy shit."
There was something about seeing myself take him that really turned me on. After that moment, I felt no pain. The tightness of force turned into a relaxed and deep pleasure. It was a different kind of desire, heavy and real. But it was more than the physical. It meant I trusted him.
He fucked me like a man should. I leaned back and fell into his everlasting hold. Each breath I took brought me closer to him. He was the only thing that mattered to me, the only truth that came close to saving me.
He spanked my ass and growled, "Your lust may own me, but this ass is mine."
I nudged my fingers against my clit and felt the sensation grow. "Yes!" I screamed and drove back.
He clapped his palms around the smooth hump of my ass and thrust deep.
I rolled my hips and made him shiver. He pulled out and stroked his length. "I want to make you fucking come," he said.