Page 36 of A Game of Survival

“Christ Lucille,” I groan, throwing my head back hissing out at the feel of her tongue against my solid cock. Fuck being a martyr, I need inside of her now, I’ve tortured myself enough. I push Lucille back against the desk and pull her legs up around my waist. “Hold them there, Love.” I instruct, lining the head of my cock against her pussy, glancing up to meet her gaze.

Lucille’s eyes are hooded as she props herself up onto her elbows to watch my movements. “You’re going to fuck me here, on Silas’s desk?” she asks, raising her eyebrows with a hint of amusement in her voice. Dirty girl, she’s enjoying this just as much as I am. Letting me defile her in his office.

“No baby, I’m going to destroy you on it.” I growl, thrusting my hips, shoving my cock into her perfectly tight fitting pussy causing her to cry out at the brutality of it. She takes me so fucking well as I bottom out, filling her up until my balls slap against her ass. “God. Fuck Lucille, you feel so good.” I groan, leaning down to take her mouth too, enjoying her sultry moans each time my hips connect with hers. I feel like my entire body is on fire, the blood in my veins, replaced with molten liquid as her thighs clench around my body and her nails scratch their path down my naked back.

I lift my head back to watch her eyes roll back as she all but whimpers beneath me. The profuse intrusional thought of her going after Ronan spurs me on with anger and an overwhelming need to protect as I pound her hard into the wood. The slap of our skin mixed with her pleasurable cries are a fucking symphony to my ears ringing throughout the room. Fuck anybody else who hears us.

“You will never put yourself in danger, Lucille. Do you understand?” I seeth, bringing a hand to her throat again and squeezing until her eyes snap open to mine as her face turns a deeper shade of red. “I won’t fucking allow it.” I grunt, pulling myself up and running my hands up her shirt, bunching it under her chin to expose her perfectly plump tits. I take one in each hand, pinching her nipples hard between my fingers until she arches her back off the desk and hisses at the pain. “Beautiful, so perfectly fucking beautiful” I moan, savoring the sight of her pussy devouring my cock as her tits bounce each time I pound into her. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on much longer, I can feel myself snapping, desperate to fill her pussy, to have her dripping over my brother's desk with my own cum. I lift her hips, her legs resting on my shoulders as my nails dig into the flesh of her ass, leaving only her shoulders and head against the desk as I pummel into her harder. The new angle gives me easier access to her g-spot. When I see her face scrunch up in ecstasy I know I’m hitting that slice of heaven just right. “Come for me, Lucille. I have not deprived myself for this fucking long for this to be quick. I want another. Now come for me,” I growl, squeezing her ass cheeks with bruising force as I drive myself into her dripping pussy. She explodes immediately, gushing around my twitching cock, crying my name into the darkness of the night. I watch with ravenous eyes as she comes apart with her eyes screwed shut as she bites down hard onto her bottom lip trying her best to stifle her screams. What a beautiful fucking sight to behold as she breaks for me, piece by piece.

I slow my pace slightly, enjoying the way Lucille’s chest rises and falls while her body writhes against my own. I carefully lower her backside to the desk and lean forwards to kiss her, nipping her bottom lip between my teeth as I do, causing her to gasp. She’s spent, panting and covered in a glistening sheen of sweat but fuck if I leave it there, I may as well be dead. “I’m not done with you yet,” I whisper, causing her eyes to widen and my own to dance in delight.

“Linc, I can’t,” she objects, shaking her head at me, but I’ve already slipped my cock out as I flip her over, placing her on her knees onto the wooden desk. I trail my hand along her spine before placing them on the inside of her thighs, pushing her knees as far apart as her exhausted body will allow, spreading her wide and showcasing my heart's desire. I step back and marvel at the sight of her, so perfect, so mine. Her ass teases me, coated with her juices. It would be so easy to slam my cock into that taut little ring. But it will hate to wait. I need my cock inside of her pussy. I need my cum to fill her up. “You can and you will.'' I groan before smacking her ass with a sharp snap and thrusting myself back inside her. This new new angle makes me work to force myself just that much more, stretching her tight hole around the girth of my solid erection while she hisses out at the intrusion. But her moans of pain soon turn to pleasure as I circle my hips. The warmth and wetness a welcome fucking feeling as I allow myself to fully loose control. I fist one hand into her hair, yanking her head back to look at me. “Do you see what you do to me, little love?” I dig my other hand into her hip, being sure to leave indentations in her skin, holding her in place as I feel my balls tightening at the sight of her parted lips and lust fucked face watching me over her shoulder. She draws in a shaky breath as I thrust myself harder into her pussy, eliciting an almost squeaking noise from her throat as our bodies slam together. “You make me feel things no other woman has made me feel before. You drive me fucking crazy, Lucille.” I pound her harder, my balls slapping against her clit. I can feel the promising tighten of her pussy around my steel cock. A feeling I will never tire of.

“Say it, Linc!” she gasps, arching her back, pushing her ass further against me. Fuck. Her eyes hold mine with desperation and need swimming in the deep pools of gemstones that lie there and I fuck her like a man possessed. Her moans become feral as she reaches out for the edge of the desk, her white-knuckled hold trying to ground her while I plunge my cock over and over into her desperate pussy. She wants me to tell her I love her, she needs it. My broken little love needs reminding just how fucking loved she is. My cock instantly judders, releasing a torrent of cum deep into her pussy as she screams with her own release, coating my thighs with her deliciously slick cream. I slow my hips, riding us both to the end of our climax and groaning at the now emptiness of my balls. I have never experienced an orgasm like that before. Never had a woman's need for me to tell them I loved them be my ultimate undoing, but it was her, and all of my rules had already been broken.

My body screams at me and beads of sweat slide down the length of my spine as I try to regain my breath. I’ve released Lucille’s hair and as she collapses onto the desk I slip my spent cock out of her gaping pussy, staring in amazement at the sight of my cum oozing out between her swollen lips and down her thighs.

I let her remain on the desk for a few minutes, her body still trembling with aftershocks as she slowly comes back down to earth. “Linc?” her tired voice calls to me.

“Yes, Love?” I ask, stroking my hand across her back before helping her to sit upright, frowning as she flinches slightly while leaning back. “Did I hurt you?”

Lucille smiles and shakes her head. “Just a little sore.” I watch her closely, and although she’s satiated, her smile does not reach her eyes.

I take her face in my hands, kissing her tenderly, stroking my thumb across her cheek while my tongue delves impatiently between her lips. “Lucille,” I whisper, resting my forehead on hers, “never have I ever felt a love like I do for you. A love so strong it scares me, petrifies me even with the thought of having it ripped away. You have come into my life, all of our lives and taken everything I thought I knew about what love was and shown me how fucking wrong I was. You have no idea.” I swallow my words, unsure on how exactly I can express the feelings that are so unfamiliar to me. “It’s hard for me to express myself, for fear of losing you. I am a damaged man Lucille, a sinner. I do not deserve your love but I will promise that in this lifetime and the next I will spend the rest of my days repenting for all of the evil I have done, to be worthy of your love.” I wasn't aware that I’d closed my eyes until her gentle hand came to rest on my cheek and my eyes flew open as her unrelenting gaze bore into me.

“I love you too, Lincoln.” she smiles, cocking her head to the side and raising one eyebrow. “Now take me back to bed.”

Oh my sneaky little love, she just wanted to have me serve my feelings to her on a platter. A punishment for another night maybe. For right now, I help her dress, steadying her as she wobbles once she’s finally back on her feet and pulling on my own pants before carrying her back to the guest room. “Sweet dreams, Love.” I coo kissing her softly before she walks through the door.

“Goodnight.”

I would have loved nothing more than to cradle her naked body as she slept in my bed with my cum drying between her legs but I know deep down, she would not have risked Teddy waking up alone, or felt comfortable enough to leave him for much longer than we’d already been, so my only option was to return her to him for the rest of the night, and return to my bed alone, with the taste of her cum on my tongue and relishing in the sharp sting of fresh scratch marks that score the length of my back. However before I can call it a night, there’s somebody I need to see first and with a satisfied grin plastered on my face I enter Silas’ bedroom without stopping to knock first.

He’s not asleep, though he lies still in the muted darkness of his room, cocooned within the silken sheets on his bed, with only a dim glow from the light on the opposite side of the room casting a warm blanket across the open space. I move forward and sink myself into the chair that's pulled up beside the bed that I’ve spent the most part of the last day positioned in when I haven't needed to attend to business elsewhere, and smirk to myself fully encased in euphoria.

Silas’s strained voice cuts through the quiet, roping me back into the present. “Were you purposely fucking her loud enough for the entire house to hear? Or were you just trying to piss off Irish?”

I can’t contain the laughter that erupts. “Well maybe he’ll stop trying to convince her to leave now.” I scoff, shaking my head as I hang back to glance at the ceiling.

“He what?!” Silas snaps, pushing himself up in his bed, hissing at the movement as soon as he does it. Shit, I guess I forgot to tell him that. I sit up straight, crossing my arms over my still bare chest, taking in the fragile sight of Silas’ bandaged torso. Momentarily thinking what could have happened had the bullet punctured anything major. We were lucky to get out of there, and he’s lucky to be alive. Another favor I owe that fucking doctor.

“Lay down you moron, he’s just scared of losing her.” I snap, as he collapses back into his cushions, obviously exhausted from the minimal strain on his body.

“And you?” He gasps, regaining his breath and tilting his head my way.

I remain unmoved in my chair as I return his gaze. “What about me?”

“That wasn’t just a fuck, Linc. I know you brother, do not pretend that I don't. Just because you won’t admit your feelings doesn’t mean that they’re not already known to the rest of us.” Silas’ words wash over me.

Had I really been that obvious? I look to the window, taking solace in the blackness that ebbs out across the garden. Grimacing as a sudden swell of guilt crashes into me like an expanding wave, licking its way across the rocks.

“I don’t think I have ever felt this way about anybody, Si. Not even Cassidy.” I admit, not daring to look his way. Only he knew the full extent of my darkness back then. When Alesso was so small he never noticed his father spiraling into a black bottomless pit after his mother took her life.

“Your love could not save her, Lincoln. Nobody could save her, she was too far gone.” he states matter of factly with an unfamiliar softness to his voice.

I grit my teeth and nod as I turn my attention back to him, quickly moving the conversation in a different direction. “I’ll bring her to see you in the morning. I found her snooping in your office, I think she misses you.”

Silas smirks for a moment, before the crease between his eyebrows grows prominent again. “Have you told her?”

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