When I start to push inside her, she tenses, strangling my cock inside her. “Oh fuck,” I moan at the feel of her tight walls. She lets out a pained whimper when I try to push in again. “I need you to relax, Mads.” I press my forehead against hers. “I’m not even halfway in yet.”
She moans, shivering against me, and lets out a breath, melting into my arms. She relaxes enough for me to push inside, thrusting slowly until she can take all of me. “Just breathe,princesa,” I whisper against her lips. “Let me in, baby. You feel so good.”
She tilts her head back and whimpers, bumping her hips to meet me. She wants me just as bad, but she needs to relax. I pull out and thrust back in slowly. “It’s too much. You’re too big,” she whimpers.
Jesus. I squeeze my eyes closed, pleading with myself to have some self-control. “Breathe,” I tell her. “Let me take care of you.”
She lets out another shaky exhale, and I push inside the last few inches, bringing out a sweet little cry from her. Fuck. Being inside her all the way is too much for me to handle. “I’m so close,” she gasps, blinding my eyes with pleasure. I swear I could come from just her voice alone. “Please, Lucas. I’m almost there. I need you.” She attempts to move her hips, fucking herself on my cock with a needy moan.
I can’t hold back any longer. I pull out of her and thrust back into her warm heat, her tight, wet pussy gripping me inside of her. “Fuck, Madeline,” I grunt, the sounds in this room absolutely filthy. “You’re taking every inch so fucking well.” Ipush back into her, in and out, until she’s a whimpering mess, throwing her head back in pleasure.
“You like how I fuck you?” I ask, nipping at her bottom lip. “Trying to push me away, making me think you hated me when all you needed was a little attention, huh,princesa?” I take hold of her hands and pin them up against the mattress above her head. She lets out another urgent cry. “Use your words. Tell me how much you love my cock in your tight pussy.”
“Oh god,” she moans, closing her eyes. “Yes,” she says, breathless from my cock tunneling into her.
“Yes, what?” I urge, interlacing our fingers together. “Words, Madeline. Or did I fuck every thought out of your pretty little head?”
She presses her lips together, silencing a moan, and I narrow my eyes at her. “Let me hear you.” Her eyes snap open, and her mouth forms a cute little O as I fuck into her. “I don’t want you to be quiet. I want to hear every filthy moan from your lips.” I lean down and kiss her. “Scream if you have to. Let everyone in this hotel know who’s fucking you.”
“Lucas!” she screams when I thrust harder. “Fuck yes. Right there.”
Beads of sweat form on my forehead. Fuck, I’m close. And so is Madeline by the moans spilling out of her. “Squeeze yourself around me,” I tell her, wanting to feel her come on my cock before I explode. She tightens her pussy over my cock, gripping me inside her. The groan I let out is urgent, needy for her. “Fuck, that’s it.”
“Lucas,” she moans, my cock twitching inside her at the sound of my name on her lips. “I’m gonna—”
“Come, Madeline.” I let go of her hands and grip her hips, thrusting deeper into her. “Let go. Just let go.”
She squeezes her eyes closed, and her body shakes as her orgasm tumbles out of her, flooding my cock with her cum. I groan into the crook of her neck, feeling her strangle my dick inside her. Jesus, I’m going to come. I breathe hard, begging myself to have some control.Just a little longer. I need this feeling a little longer.
A grunt escapes me at the sight of Madeline drowning in pleasure. “Fuck, Mads, you look so good when you lose control.” I thrust a few more times, squeezing my eyes closed, but when her pussy flutters around me again, I can’t hold it any longer. “Shit.” I pull out of her warmth and fist my cock over her stomach, painting her with my cum.
Her eyes widen at the mess I left on her skin before she swipes a finger across her stomach and sucks me off her finger.
She smirks when she swallows me down and I can’t help but grin as I look down at her. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Chapter 28
What if this is a dream?
I wake up to lips pressed against my cheek, soft kisses painting a trail across my closed eyelids, my nose, my lips, and down to my neck.
My breathing quickens, but I don’t dare to open my eyes. Instead, I squeeze them tighter, clinging to this sensation for as long as I can.
It becomes impossible to pretend I’m still asleep when I hear Lucas chuckle against my cheek. “I can tell you’re awake,” he murmurs, his raspy voice sending a shiver down my spine.
My eyes remain closed, even when he presses his lips against mine over and over again. “I don’t want to wake up,” I mumble.
“Why not?” he whispers against my skin.
“What if this is a dream?” My eyebrows tug together. Last night was perfect. I had been denying my feelings for Lucas for so long that there’s a possibility I made the whole thing up, and I’m going to wake up this morning back in my apartment without Lucas there.
“It’s real,” he says, the feel of his thumb brushing against my cheek making my heart flutter. “I promise.”
I want it to be so bad, but… “I don’t know if I believe that.”
He laughs again, the sound making my heart beat even faster. Wish I was awake to see it, but I don’t want to risk leaving this dream. “Mads, open your eyes.”
I let out a sigh and crack an eye open. Lucas is lying beside me with a grin on his face. He’s still here. He didn’t disappear. I take the plunge and open both of my eyes. “It’s real,princesa,” he whispers, kissing me. “There’s nothing fake about this. Not anymore.”
