pressure.
Her hips bucked. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!”
“I want you to come so hard my sheets are wet. I’m going to make you come that hard, do you
understand?”
“Yes!”
He slid another slicked finger into her ass and began to fuck her harder with his hand. He pressed
down on her G-spot. “Now, Evelyn. Come for me now. Scream my name.”
“Lucian!” Her cry sunk into the mattress. Her body convulsed as her sex contracted in rapid pulses over his fingers and her snug little asshole tightened. She gushed over his fingertips and he withdrew
both hands.
Flipping her on her back, he wrenched her trembling legs apart and licked up every drop of her
release. Sweet ambrosia coated his tongue. Nothing had ever tasted so good, so right, as his Evelyn.
He loved making her come that way. He still remembered how sensitive she was the first time she
realized a woman could come that way. She flinched and jerked under his gentle laving, her body
overstimulated and vulnerable to the most delicate caress. Once he had licked her pussy clean, he sat
up and extended the hand that had been in her sex.
“Open.” Her lips parted and he pressed his fingers into her mouth, slowly fucking them over her
tongue. “Suck them clean. See how good you taste.”
She shut her eyes and moaned. His fingers withdrew with a pop. “Good girl. Now turn over. Cup
your ass and spread yourself.”
He held her arm as she slowly adjusted her position. Her face pressed into the bedding, her
shoulders catching her weight. She spread her cheeks wide and he leaned forward. She gasped as he
licked her from the tip of her sex to the tip of her spine.
“Are you ready for my cock, baby?”
“Always.”
He uncapped the oil and coated his length. Dribbling a generous amount over her ass, he speared it
inside her entrance with his finger. Easing up on his knees, he pulled close.
Withdrawing his fingers, the tip of his cock pressed into her tight muscle. She hissed and her back
moved with the rapid way air filled her lungs. “Take me, Evelyn. Remember how I taught you.”
She exhaled slowly and the tension in her body eased. He pressed in, stretching her, careful not to
go too fast or hurt her. A long sigh escaped both of them as he seated himself to the hilt. Blanketing
her, he leaned forward and kissed her nape. “Beautiful. You can relax your arms.”
Her fingers released her cheeks, the soft weight folding around the base of his cock, cushioning
him. Her arms curled under her head and he slowly pulled back, nearly exiting her completely. “Hard
and fast or long and slow, Evelyn? I’ll give you the choice.”
“Whichever pleases you most,” she panted, sounding on the brink of madness.
Jesus Christ, he nearly came. Could there have been a more perfect answer? He slammed back into
her and her head shot up. He thrust into her without relenting. He’d had her mouth, he’d had her pussy, and now he was reclaiming her ass. By the end of the week there wouldn’t be a single spot on her that
didn’t wear his mark.
Sweat burned his eyes as his hips snapped forward. She mumbled and moaned curses and prayers of
pleasure.
He pounded into her and his climax built so powerfully he felt it in the soft undersides of his feet.
He withdrew and yanked on his cock. Hot jets of cum shot across her back and up her shoulder.
Collapsing beside her, he cupped the back of her head and dragged her mouth to his, kissing her
with everything he had. “You are . . .” he said between kisses. “The sexiest . . . woman . . . I have ever seen in my entire life.” She smiled through dazed eyes. Her expression completely sated. “Don’t ever
change,” he whispered.
“Only if you promise the same.”
***
After yet another shower, the boxes were delivered. Evelyn was in the bedroom, sorting through her
old belongings, when Lucian noticed Dugan looked bothered. He walked him away from the bedroom
door and toward the front of the condo.
“What is it?”
Dugan glanced back at the bedroom and lowered his voice. “Fucking paparazzi.” Lucian relaxed.
That was nothing new. “We’ve had the cops here twice already. I don’t know what’s gotten into them.
They’re like vultures today.”
Lucian sighed. He hated the press. There was little to no peace away from his homes, which was
why he’d become quite the hermit in his adult years. “Some things never change.”
“Do you want me to pull the car around to the service entrance?”
Lucian considered it. “No. Let’s see what they want. I’ll throw them a comment about whatever
they’re after and that should satisfy them for a while.”
Dugan nodded and took his leave.
When Lucian returned to the bedroom, Evelyn was pulling on the heel of a dainty sandal. Her hair
was down and reached almost to her ass. She wore a slim little number, the color of jade, accentuating
every fine curve she had. He came up behind her and smoothed his hands over her hips.