It wasn’t lost on me that I was still fully dressed while Lucy lay before me naked. Leaving my clothes on was the only thing keeping me in check right now—that was how badly I wanted her. This was turning out to be exquisite torture for us both.
Using my knees, I nudged her thighs further apart as the tiniest hint of her arousal reached my nostrils. My eyes closed, trying to regain any semblance of control—apparently, Lucy drove me insane in every arena. Unable to wait a moment longer, I lowered my face to the heaven between her thighs, taking my time breathing in her scent.
My hands came up to force her legs open even wider for my perusal. Fuck, if this wasn’t the most mouthwatering pussy I’d ever laid eyes on. My tongue darted out to lick my lips in anticipation of what I was about to do, but I heard the tiniest whimper from above as Lucy’s hips shifted beneath my hands.
Peering over her mound, Lucy’s lust-filled gaze met mine. Lowering my mouth a breath away from her slick core, my eyes never left hers as I asked, “Does my dirty girl like to watch?”
She tried to buck her hips, but my hands gripped tighter in response, not allowing an inch of movement. “Please,” she begged.
Shaking my head, my nose came close to grazing her clit, as I countered, “As much as I love hearing you beg, Princess, that wasn’t the answer to my question.”
Those blue eyes flared, and she nodded slightly as a single word rushed past her lips, “Yes.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Mentally, I cursed myself for uttering that word as it brought my attention back to the painful erection I had pressed into the bed, hoping to provide even a modicum of relief. Gritting my teeth against the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me and cloud my judgment, my voice was firm as I commanded, “Keep those eyes on me then, Princess. Watch as I devour this sweet pussy of yours.”
I groaned against her slick flesh as her teeth sank into that kiss-swollen lower lip of hers in anticipation. My eyes remained locked on hers as I stuck my tongue out for a lazy first lick, swiping through her pussy from entrance to clit, drinking in her essence. Goddamn, she tasted incredible. I would never get enough.
Fuck me. From the way she licked her lips, it almost looked as if she craved a taste as well. That was a request I was more than happy to oblige, but not until I had my fill first. As much as I wanted to savor this moment, taking my time devouring every inch of this delectable pussy, that wasn’t the mission this evening.
Committing to the task at hand, I abandoned my slow, tasting strokes, moving my focus to that tight little pearl that would make her come apart. Circling her clit once, teasing it out from beneath its hood fully, I went to work with quick flicks of my tongue. Lucy gasped at the change of pace and focus as her thighs tried desperately to close around my head, but I held her open. There was nowhere to hide as I ravaged her tender flesh.
Sucking that swollen nub between my teeth, I tugged gently, sending her careening over the edge into the abyss as her eyes slid closed.
My reaction to her disobedience was visceral as I pulled back enough to bark out, “Eyes!”
A whine left Lucy’s lips, but she obeyed, forcing her eyes open just enough that I could view a hint of glassy blue as the pleasureracked her body in waves. I waited just long enough for her to come down before I thrust two fingers inside her tight passage. The shock of their entry caused her eyes to open wide as her lips formed a little “O” of surprise.
“More,” I demanded as I curled my fingers, massaging that rough spot on her front wall I knew held the power to force her past the breaking point.
I felt her pussy flutter around me with the aftershocks of her last climax and the beginnings of the next. Groaning, I could almost imagine how incredible it would feel when I compelled it to squeeze tightly around my cock.
Moving my thumb, I grazed her clit as my fingers started to pump inside her. Lucy’s back arched as her moans grew in pitch. Allowing her some movement, her hips jerked against my hand, half squirming to escape the relentless pleasure and half begging for more. I could appreciate the war raging between her body and mind, but I already knew who would win—this was my game, and I was always victorious.
“Give yourself over, Princess.” My voice was husky, shadowed by my own lust as I pumped harder, adding a third finger and bracing myself for the show Lucy was about to put on.
She didn’t disappoint; her scream rent the air as her entire body tensed before she shattered around my hand. Her pussy gripped my fingers so tightly, I was half convinced it was trying to suck them in further as she became a whimpering, trembling mess in my arms, coming down from the intense high of back-to-back orgasms.
Pulling my fingers from her silken sheath, I brought them to her open mouth as shaky breaths slipped past her lips in warm puffs. Rubbing a tiny taste of her arousal on her plump lips, I watched her pink tongue dart out to lick it off eagerly, searching for more.
God, she couldn’t be any more perfect if she tried.
Giving her what her greedy little mouth demanded, I pushed my fingers inside. Lucy’s tongue swirled around them, cleaning off every last drop of her desire. When her lips closed around my digits and her hot, wet mouth sucked them deep inside, I couldn’t wait a moment longer to be inside her.
Four orgasms down, two to go.
Speaking of which, that reminded me she hadn’t bothered to count the last two. I couldn’t blame her, they were intense, but it would undermine my authority to let it slide.
Slipping my fingers from her mouth, I relished the sound of her whining in protest. It almost had me dragging my fingers back through her slickness so she could have another taste, but I had to deal with her disobedience.
“Oh, Princess,” I chided. “You’ve been a bad girl.” Those dazzling blue eyes looked at mine in confusion, so I explained, “Someone forgot to count.”
Awareness broke through her haze, and panic filled those blue depths as she stumbled over her words. “I-I’m sorry, S-Sir.”
Standing from the bed, I slowly undid the buttons of my dress shirt—I’d just returned home from the office when I knocked on her door wanting to talk. Lucy’s eyes drank in the sight of my chest as it was revealed to her, but the hunger shining through them was erased when I mused, “I should tack on another two to make up for it.”
“No, please, Sir. I can’t,” she begged on a whimper.
She could, I was sure of it, but I wasn’t a monster. Seven total on the evening would be enough to teach her the lesson I intended. Scanning the room as I undid my buckle, I caught sight of the open drawer on her nightstand. Unbuttoning my slacks as I walked around the bed, I was welcomed by the view of a veritable treasure trove containing Lucy’s secret stash of sex toys.
