Page 47 of Crush's Fall

She huffed out a breath. “I’m being serious, Lucy.”

He stopped chuckling, but he kept grinning at her. “No. You’re being scared, Sugartits. Unless you have sexual boundaries, I don’t see what we could possibly have to discuss.”

She let go of his hair and reached between them. As she unfastened his jeans, she replied, “There are things with the club that you need to respect.”

He rolled his eyes. When she finished with his jeans, he went to work on hers. “Like I don’t already know that? Crush, I wouldn’t overstep when it comes to your club.”

She just stared at him as he unfastened and unzipped her jeans. Apparently, Lucifer was done with the conversation because he took her lips in a bruising kiss and slid his hands around her hips and into the back of her pants. Cupping her ass, he yanked her back against him and deepened the kiss. For once, she allowed him to take control for a moment, instead focusing on how she felt about his words.

As he worked his magic with his tongue, she desperately held on to herthinkingbrain instead of letting herfuckingbrain take over. What were her other concerns? What else did they need to talk about?There were other things!

Club business!

She broke the kiss and took a deep breath. “Club business. I can’t…” She swallowed hard. “I can’t tell you everything.”

Lucifer just raised a brow. “I was in a club, Sugartits. I know that.”

“And you have to stop calling me Sugartits.”

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah. I won’t be doing that.” Lucifer nipped her bottom lip. “You like it, and you know it.”

“Lucy,” she growled.

With his lips just a breath away from hers, he replied, “You stop calling me Lucy, and I’ll stop calling you Sugartits.”

Scowling at him, she answered, “No deal, Lucy.”

He chuckled. “Like I said… you like it.”

Crush snarled and shoved him back until he was flattened against the wall. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she started tugging on his clothes. His cock sprung free from the fabric as she yanked his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees, and it bounced a bit as she eyed it and licked her lips.

“I’m gonna blow just from you looking at my cock like a tasty snack,” Lucifer gritted out as he reached out and threaded his fingers into the hair on the back of her head.

Wrapping a hand around the base of his erection, Crush was pleased that she could barely get her fingers around him. If nothing else, the length and girth of him would give her something to work with. “We’ll see how tasty you are,” she replied before she leaned forward and licked around the head of his hard cock. The hissed breath she heard from him made her grin. Curious to see what else she could wring out of him, she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked him in.

When he hit the back of her throat, she moaned, causing him to curse in a hoarse breath and tighten his hold on her hair. Reveling in it, she pulled off and did it again, repeating the movement with a quicker pace each time.

“Fuck, Crush. Yeah, Sugartits. Feels… so… good.” He punctuated each of the last few words with small thrusts of his hips.

Crush felt her wetness grow and drench her panties. She knew he would have that effect on her. Hell, even the look in his eyes could have her on the edge of an orgasm. It made sense that being the cause of his pleasure would heighten that.

“Don’t want to come in your mouth,” he panted, and stared down at her with his dark eyes ablaze.

She stroked him a few more times with her mouth, letting her tongue drag over the vein on the underside with each pass before she pulled off and grinned up at him. “If you want something other than what I’m giving you, Lucy, you’re going to have to take it.”

His brow shot up, but it was joined with a look of pure intent as he pulled a little on the handful of hair, causing her head to tilt further back. Staring into her eyes, he dropped to his knees and took her mouth in the hottest kiss he’d given her yet.

It was wet and messy, wild, full of desire and demand, lacking in finesse or seduction. It was all about need,burning hot need. She understood that more than she would ever tell him.

Her tiger was quiet again, but most likely, that was because she was finally letting Lucifer in. They were crossing that line from tracking and circling each other to catching each other. Now, it was time for them to devour each other in the most satisfying of ways.

As his tongue played with hers, he eased her cut off her shoulders and tossed it onto the table. He did the same with his jacket. As he gripped two hands in the front of her shirt, he broke the kiss but didn’t move back. Gazing into her eyes, he yanked, ripping her shirt down the front.

“Lucy,” she growled and looked down to find her black-lace-covered breasts on show.

“Like you don’t have a hundred more,” he mumbled as he cupped her breasts and dropped his mouth to the top curve of one of them.

Crush’s head dropped back at the feel of his lips and tongue on her skin. She couldn’t help it. It felt amazing. It felt right. It felt like they were exactly where they were intended to be — worshiping her.

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