Page 39 of The Vengeance You Crave
"Luc," I whimper but the sight of the bulge in his pants causes heat to flood my core.
"Too late to try and get out of this, P. You're already on your knees."
I watch, utterly captivated as he undoes his belt, pops the button, and lowers the zipper.
My mouth waters with anticipation and I stuff down the realization that I should not be turned on by this in the slightest.
This is Luc. Neither of us were ever very good at following the rules. That's exactly how we ended up in this position the very first time it happened when he snuck into my bedroom after Mom had gone to bed one night.
Without hesitation, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of both his pants and boxers and pushes them over his hips.
His solid length springs free and my entire body tenses as I take it in.
Fuck, he's bigger than I remember.
When I don't move, only stare at the angry purple head that's already got a bead of precum glistening at the tip, he wraps his fingers around himself.
Ripping my eyes from the sight of him pleasuring himself, I move them up his shirt, wishing it was gone and I could get a look at what he's hiding beneath. Finally, I find his eyes as he glares down at me.
"Problem?" he asks, lifting a brow, his hand still moving up and down his shaft.
"Um…" I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, the thought of tasting him again is almost too much to deny but hell if I want to look like I want this.
His eyes lock on my lips and I bite down on the bottom one causing a growl to rumble at the back of his throat.
The second I release my lip, his restraint snaps.
Threading his fingers painfully into my hair, he moves me exactly where he wants me before pushing his steel length past my lips.
He's not gentle, not like the boy I remember who never wanted to hurt me, instead, he surges forward until the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat and I can't help but gag at the intrusion.
"Much fucking better," he says, pulling out a little to allow me to drag in a breath. "You look right at home down there, P."
Before I'm ready, he thrusts forward again.
His taste, his size, his angry thrusts are the only things I can think about as he continues to fuck my mouth.
My lungs burn with my need for air and my eyes water as I gag around him, but he doesn't let up.
"Fuck, you look beautiful, baby."
That one word sends a shudder through the length of my body. It's said so much softer than anything else he's spat at me tonight and it makes me think of the boy I used to know.
Is he still in there buried beneath the anger?
Saliva drips from my chin as his cock swells even bigger and his grip on my hair becomes unbearable, as if he's about to rip it clean from my scalp.
Just when I don't think I can take anymore, his cock jerks violently in my mouth before he shoots hot jets of cum down my throat. He holds himself deep as he finishes, his loud groan of pleasure echoing off the walls of the pool house.
The second he's done, he pulls out of my mouth and leans down, wrapping his hand around my throat once more and pulling me to my feet.
I just about manage to wipe the drool from my chin before his dark stare renders me useless.
"Not bad," he growls. "Took the edge off at least." His eyes flick down to my bare chest once more.
The tension crackles between us as his eyes flick between mine and my lips.
Surely he's not going to kiss me after that.
