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A feral groan releases from his throat as he begins to lap at me, circling my clit, then teasing it with the tip of his tongue. There’s no space for fear or hatred or disgust at what I’m letting him do to me. I have no control over my emotions anymore. I’m completely at his mercy. My pussy throbs against him and adrenaline courses through my veins as my fight-or-flight mode has switched into a desperate need to see how high he can take me. My body begins to shake and I’m no longer in a parking lot, but somewhere in the clouds.
“You taste like heaven, Lucy.”
I push forward, wanting more. He accepts the invitation, delving his tongue deep into me, invading me on a whole new, blissful level. I cry out, no longer caring if anyone can hear us. He moves back up to my clit, lapping harder and faster now. He inserts his fingers into the spot just vacated by his tongue. He presses the secret spot, but this time it’s a million times more powerful.
Without thinking, my fingers coil around his and grip tightly as all the tension in my body centers on my core, abruptly exploding in a torrent of sensation. I let out a loud moan that’s closer to a yell than anything and has the name Dacre on my lips. My pussy clenches around his fingers as I ride wave after wave and then I see something. It’s nothing more than a brief flash of light that extinguishes almost as quickly as it came, but it was there. I really saw it.
29
DACRE
I’ve been with many women, but nothing I’ve experienced is as exciting as watching Lucinda Waldgrave screaming out my name as she comes. It’s not an ego thing. Most men would say it was, but watching the way her eyes fluttered and the intensity in them has gotten me so hard. It’s the shock on her face that makes me pause. Like she wasn’t expecting it. It’s even more of a turn on. She may not be a vestal virgin, but she sure knows how to play the part well. She should get a fucking Oscar. I stare at her eyes and the way she’s almost frantically looking around her. It’s like she can’t settle on one thing. I want her to see me so badly it’s fucking painful. I can’t change that, but I can ease up some of my pain. I pull my cock out and already feel some relief from the confines of my pants. If it wasn’t so dark, I’d rip her clothes from her body and worship her before plunging into her like some inexperienced schoolboy, but I can’t see much and she can’t see anything at all. Despite the flickering of her eyes, I know she’s ready for me. My fingers are slick with her wetness. Her cheeks are flushed and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in my whole goddamned life.
“What’s going on here?”
I turn quickly to find the fucking apartment security guard staring at me from the slightly open door of the driver’s side. His flashlight lands on me, then moves to Lucinda. It’s pretty obvious what’s going on here. I can smell her on my fingers and the way she’s reclined, the dress barely covering anything and her lips parted makes it clear we weren’t just parking the car.
“You alright, Miss? Has this man pushed his intentions on you against your will?”
I want to fucking murder him. He must know me. I certainly recognize him and yet it’s clear what he’s implying with the question. To be fair, my cock is still hanging out. I surreptitiously put it away and zip up as he focuses on Lucinda.
“Perfectly fine, thank you. In fact, I had a wonderful evening.” She pulls the handle and steps out of the passenger side with grace, despite having to pull her dress down where I’d bunched it up.
“Get your fucking face out of my car.” I push past the guard and slam the door before chasing after Lucinda. He won’t be getting any tips for me in the future, that’s for sure.
She’s walking away, confidently, but with a weird gait as though she’s feeling in front of her with her feet, but trying not to look as though she is. I take her arm and guide her to the elevator. The doors open and we step inside silently.
I will her to say something. Anything, but she just stares ahead and keeps her mouth shut. I don’t know what I expected, but I thought there’s be some gratitude at least. She might be a great actress, but I know a real orgasm when I see it. Anyone can fake moans and groans, but I’ve not once seen anyone be able to disguise the blush of red to the chest after the fact. She looks like she’s been fucked hard with her hair sticking up in every direction and the slight sheen of sweat on her brow. The glasses she’s been wearing all night are gone, lost somewhere in the car. I can’t really blame the guard for thinking the worst, but even so, anger palpates in me.
The doors open all too quickly. Damn express elevators. There was once a time when they were so slow, you could fuck someone in them and the only danger was getting caught. Getting caught with my dick up to the hilt in Lucinda’s pussy excites me, but having someone recognize her. It’s unlikely as we’ve proved, but without her glasses hiding her eyes, she’s a damn sight more recognizable, even with the contacts in. The other worldliness of them invites a second look and a second look at Lucinda could be too much. I’ve already danced with fate this evening and come dangerously close to putting us all in danger.
She steps out and walks across the entry hall. I watch her ass as she walks and my cock twitches. Maybe I couldn’t have her in the car, and maybe the moment has passed, but in the apartment, I can take my time. Watch her come again, this time impaled on my cock.
The filth running through my head has me hurrying after her. I press the keycard to the door and open it for her. She nods her head slightly. Another thank you? She can thank me plenty inside by wrapping that beautiful mouth of hers around my cock.
The door has barely closed behind us when there’s a knock at it. I check my watch and see it’s two am. I open it to find the guard there, contrition coating his ugly face.
“What? Come to accuse me of rape again?”
“I never...” his voice trails off, leaving me with slight satisfaction. Not enough to forgive the asshole, but at least the jobsworth knows he’s fucked up. “I mean, I didn’t know it was you, sir.”
“So you think it’s alright formeto rape someone?” I’m playing with him now. Let the fucker squirm. He deserves to.
He shakes his head so violently that he’s in danger of it falling off. If it wasn’t for Lucinda standing right next to me, I might help it along.
“Not at all. I didn’t think that. I only...”
I shut the door on him, no longer interested in listening to his pathetic attempt at an apology.
I have better things to do. Lucinda has moved away and is sitting at one of the tall seats at the kitchen island. She’s picking at a bowl of cherries and pulling them from the stalks with her teeth. I entertain the idea of bending her over the island and fucking her until my name is the only thing on her lips.
There’s another knock at the door. The guard not only doesn’t seem to value his job much, but it seems he has a death wish too.
“What the fuck!” I roar as I open the door. I shut my mouth when I realize who it is.
Nix stares down at me, his mouth slightly open in surprise at my outburst. He looks fucking awful. His dark eyes take me in, then skip over to Lucinda.
“What the fuck have you done to her?”
