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“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Fuck your good girl like you used to.”

“Not like I used to,” he said, and I heard the shuffle of his clothes, the dropping of his pants. My 1`cheeks burned even hotter, the knot in my stomach tightened, and my mind began to float as the anticipation of what was going to happen next took hold of me.

I felt Lucien step up to me, his bare thighs brushing up against mine. He planted a hand on my leg, slid it up to the curve of my ass, and gently squeezed. “I want you,” I begged, “Right now.”

But Lucien wasn’t about to rush things. He was a tease, the world’s biggest tease. I felt the tip of his cock brush lightly against my wet folds, and I could’ve cried out, but he didn’t slip into me. He ran the tip of his dick up, and down, and up, and down, just as he had been doing with his tongue a moment ago.

I was already so close, my legs were shaking and I was starting to feel light-headed.

“Ask me again,” he said.

“Please… please fuck me,” I begged against the bed.

He slid one hand up my back, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and wrapped his hand around it. He pulled my head back slowly and whispered, “Only because you’re my good girl,” and he slipped the tip of his cock into me, slowly, purposefully, allowing me to feel every single inch of him as he settled in behind me.

I gasped into the bed, turning my head to the side just so I could take a deep breath. The moan that escaped my mouth a moment later was nothing short of animal. Lucien was inside me, his hard cock warm, and throbbing. I heard him groan lightly, a sound that seemed to come out of the back of his throat.

He pulled his hips back, then gently thrust into me again, filling me entirely. We had fucked many times before, but this was nothing like any of those times. This felt like something totally new, as if we had crossed some invisible line and entered territory that neither of us was familiar with.

It was exciting in a whole new level, and I wanted all of it.

Every last inch of him.

Every last drop of him.

I couldn’t move my hands, so I tightly gripped the bedsheets while Lucien began to steadily increase his rhythm. Hips thrusting. Breaths coming in faster, shorter. I slid a little closer to him, arching my hips so that he could stand more comfortably behind me.

With one hand wrapped around my hair, and another settled on my hips, Lucien fucked me like I had never been fucked before. Never in my life had I been treated like this, given so much power and control, while appearing to have so little. He had awakened something in me, something I never wanted to let go of again.

“Are you ready?” he asked, and I could hear the strain in his voice.

“Yes,” I gasped, breathless. “But only if you let me come with you.”

“You have my permission,” he said, as the rhythm of his thrusts lengthened and deepened. Normally I wouldn’t have been able to come like this, but whatever he was doing was working for me, and I had already been so close.

Lucien tugged on my hair again. I gasped. He thrust his hard cock into me as deep as it could go, and then he groaned against the back of my head. I felt him throb and release a stream of warm come into me. At that same moment, I climaxed, my pussy tightening around his cock, my breath caught in my throat.

I felt his muscles tighten and contract as he spilled more of himself into me, felt his hot breath crash against the back of my neck. When I was finally able to take a lungful, I took it, filling my chest with air for the first time in what seemed like years.

“Holy shit,” I gasped. “Holy fucking shit.”

Lucien was still inside me, still hard, still throbbing. He pulled out, but only slightly. A moment later, he was deep inside me again, grinding his hips against mine. I enjoyed every single second of it, a rush of goose flesh erupting all over my bare back with each of his movements.

“Who said I was done?” he asked.

“Aren’t you?” Another thrust, causing me to lose my breath once more. “I guess not.”

He tugged on my hair again and brought his lips to my ear. “This means you’re mine,” he said.

“Yours?”

“Mine.”

“What happens after we get out of here?”

Lucien made his hips lightly pulse, sending little ripples of pleasure into my body. “I have no intention of letting go of you. But we will get away from him.”

“We had better,” I whispered.