Sucking down a hurried breath, I grabbed a set of plates and started to set the table. Lucian's gaze all but burned a hole through my pussy, and the fire of my lust spread like the rising tide of the sea. Wet.
Drops of sweat rolled down my forehead, and I just couldn't keep
denying his cock anymore.
I set the plates on the center of the table, bending over so he could see my pussy poke through the bottom of my dress. I wasn't wearing any panties, and I knew the sight would drive him crazy.
He came up directly behind me, hands sliding around my hips. His lips dragged across the arch of my neck, sucking as soon as I bent my head down. "You ride the line, slut," he said.
"Do I, daddy?" I purred and spread my feet apart.
His fingers worked through the fabric of my dress and flipped it over the arch of my ass. Quickly, he unbuckled his belt and dragged the leather through each of the loops. He dropped his pants and revealed his massive girth and rising boner. "If the neighbors heard you talk like that, they'd run us out of this place," he said as he folded the belt tight. "You're a wild woman who can't keep her wicked tongue in her mouth where it's safe."
"What are you going to do about it? You can't control me." I lowered my tongue and cocked my head to the side.
He couldn't hold back from dropping his tongue against mine. Without closing our mouths, we licked and tasted, allowing the filth to flow through us. I lapped and moaned, pussy aching with a deepening need for orgasm.
He pulled away and grinned. "Call for help. You're going to need it," he said.
Firm and centered, he pushed against my shoulders, collapsing me to the table. I clenched against the tablecloth, pulling as he inched me back. The plates flew across the wood, crashing into hundreds of little pieces, but I didn't care anymore. The dinner guests would have to wait. I was going to get mine.
He gave me a swift lashing. "One for holding back when I displayed my need," he said.
I looked back and examined the redness. I winced and felt the pain burn in my throat. "Oh, shit."
Another heavy leather smack branded my ass with the imprint of his initials. Another and another. "Three for being so fucking hot."
"Didn't know that was a crime, daddy," I said, smiling dully.
More spankings. There were so many of them that I lost count. "That's for talking back."
I bit my lip and breathed through the pain. Within seconds, I wanted more of his playful punishment. "The men around this neighborhood all stare at me when you're gone."
He smiled and showed his teeth. "Yeah? Do you put on a show for them?"
I nodded confidently and bent more for him. "I like to clean in the nude."
"Do you keep the windows open?" he asked.
I feigned a laugh and played along. "I'm so embarrassed about it," I said.
He dropped to the floor and howled with satisfaction as his tongue split my pussy. He was a wet mouth, a hungry wolf devouring my precious parts.
"Delicious cherry," he muttered.
I was his, but he gorged on my pussy like he was my ever-loving servant. All was fair in love and war, so he gave me all of the ammunition he had been storing for weeks. Our anniversary was upon us, so I was going to let the champagne pop and flow down his throat.
I turned and hopped onto the table, spreading my legs. "Eat me, daddy," I whispered, leaning back and closing my eyes. "Eat me good."
As he dove back in, I reached forward and grabbed the back of his thick head of hair. The warmth came from his throat and followed his tongue. With my pussy relaxed, he arched three fingers inside me, carefully massaging like this was his calling. He sucked and toyed around my clit, working me up until my whole body was electrified.
My nipples, my clit, and the tiny hairs on my arms and neck shot up. Pulled in by the persistent hint of pleasure, I started to quiver. I looked down at his cock and gasped. My pussy trembled a flood of emotion, and my body reacted. There was a bright light, a heat that penetrated within.
His cock was my one obsession.
"Fuck… me," I stuttered and opened my eyes, wide.
An explosion of emotion shattered all expectations. My lust and strong temptation ruined me as a thick syrup erupted through my lips. The muscles in my stomach went wild. I screamed for joy; I felt everything and nothing all at once.