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“What I want is that magical dick of yours in my mouth,” she said, sounding adorably disgruntled.
I found her clit just as I gave her nipple a hard tug and buried my cock to the hilt, angling my hips up, up, up. Shecould do nothing but take what I was giving her, and it went to my head, my balls, my fucking heart.
“Come for me, Pix. Come on my cock so hard it hurts.”
“Yes, Lucian. Yes,” she cried brokenly.
Music to my fucking ears. And then she did exactly as I told her.
This time, when she fell apart, convulsing around my shaft, I didn’t fight the overwhelming urge to let go. I let her quivering pussy pull my release from me. I ejaculated fiercely, a scorching burst that I wished she could feel. Even as the next hot rope of come wrenched free and the next, I thought about how it would feel if there were no barriers between us.
“Lucian!” She squirmed against me, coming again, or still, as if my pleasure triggered her own.
“That’s my good girl,” I said as I emptied myself into her, imagining a life where she was mine and I was hers.
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I’m not cuddling with you,” I murmured into Lucian’s neck. “I just can’t use my arms or legs.”
I was sprawled naked over the man’s godlike body, too many hours and orgasms beyond caring about anything except Lucian’s cock and the endless pleasure it gifted me.
He landed a stinging swat to my rear end.
“Ow.”
“My limbs still work,” he said smugly.
His limbsandthe superhuman dick that was still semihard and wearing the last condom in my house.
I lifted my head and looked around. “Oh good. We made it upstairs to the bedroom finally.”
He pulled me back down, cradling me against his chest, but not before I caught a glimpse of an honest-to-God smile on the man’s beautiful face. I decided after the seven orgasms he’d delivered, I could let him have this moment.
Teenage Lucian had been affectionate, I recalled. He’d snuggled with me in this same bed, playing with my hair,stroking my arm or back. He’d submitted to all the hugs and back pats and shoulder squeezes from my parents with a rueful smile. Like he’d craved physical contact but didn’t want to let on.
My heart clenched for the boy who’d deserved so much more.
He stroked a hand through my hair, letting the strands fall against my back, and I felt my eyes go damp.
The panic was rising again.
That was what had propelled me out of my own hotel room after four orgasms and less than two hours of sleep. The realization that I was muddling the no-strings-attached present with the feelings of the past.
Neither of us was the same person we’d been back then. I couldn’t afford to let my feelings for teenage Lucian get tangled up in what was clearly just a physical thing.
Averyphysical thing.
“Are we going again?” I asked nonchalantly, hoping not to let on that my entire body was too tired and too sore.
Lucian sighed. “Much as it pains me to admit, Pixie, you’ve bested me. I’m going to need an ice pack, a bucket of ibuprofen, and a four-hour nap if you want one last last time.”
“Loser,” I muttered into his neck. “I’m ready to go again.”
“Liar.”
