Page 10 of Schooling Lucy (Off Limits #1)

L UCY

My hand shook as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I smoothed my hand down my short, red dress and turned this way and that, ensuring no lumps or bumps showed.

Not that it mattered. A small smile crossed my mouth as I thought of the night ahead. Roman would undoubtedly shred my dress to bits in his haste to get me naked.

I turned around and smoothed my fingers down my ass. No panty lines because I was not wearing any. Why bother when they'd be torn off as well?

I lifted my dress over my plump ass. I could already feel liquid heat gathered between my inner thighs, just below my pussy lips. I rubbed my naked ass and smacked it, imagining Roman's hands doing the same.

Since Roman finally agreed to pop my cherry, I've been so horny. Restless with anticipation.

But now that the day was finally here, I couldn't shake my nerves. I had zero doubts about losing my virginity to the man I loved. But I did worry about disappointing him. He was so much older than me, so worldly. What if he compared me to the women he'd bedded before?

Not that I'd spoken to him about it. I was jealous of his past relationships even though he'd disclosed that it had been well over a year since he'd been with anyone.

Hell, Roman was jealous when he learned that I'd already had my first kiss.

He had devoured my mouth as if he wanted to erase any imprint Ian had made during our relatively tame make-out session.

It didn't matter that I hadn't enjoyed it and compared it to a washing dryer.

No, my mouth had been so swollen that I had to tell my Dad I had an allergic reaction to a new lip gloss I had tried.

He wanted all my firsts. First kiss. First mutual oral sex. First ass rimming. First intercourse.

I jumped when I heard a loud knock on the door that connected the garage to the main house. Roman was here. I left the garage door open so he could park in there and enter the house discreetly. My butterflies gave way to readiness, and I turned on my heel to greet him.

Once I flung the door open, I leaped into his arms. My hands grasped his neck, and my legs twined around his waist.

"Ooof!" He grunted before he flashed a wide smile at me, full of relief and empty of anxiety. This was our first meet-up where we didn't have to hide behind a locked, cramped office or a dark car.

"Hey, baby." He rubbed his nose against mine. "Missed you so much."

His big hands covered the naked cheeks of my ass. "Someone's keen. I can feel your cunt juice, baby," he groaned.

"I've been like this all day, Mr. Drake," I cooed.

His eyes flashed with hunger. "What a coincidence. Because I've been like this," he pinned me against the wall and ground his hard cock against me, "all day," he finished.

I whimpered as I attempted to climb his body. "Fuck me, Roman," I gasped against his mouth. "I can't wait any longer. I need you."

Our tongues tangled together, our breaths mingling in desperation as we clawed at each other. He pulled his lips from mine and buried his head against my neck. His teeth scraped down my straining neck as I clung to him.

"What my baby wants, my baby gets."

Before I could react, he carried me up the stairs and kicked open my bedroom door. He dropped me on my bed before covering my body with his. Our lips met again in a flurry of tongues and teeth, groaning and moaning into each other's mouths.

I felt his hand tug on the front of my dress.

"How attached are you to this thing?"

"Not very," I panted.

Before I finished the last word, Roman ripped the material off me.

My tits bounced free as he pulled the shreds away.

His eyes were wild as he devoured my naked form.

He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Now it was my turn for my greedy eyes to eat him up.

Broad shoulders, chiseled chest, muscled biceps.

His tight stomach was rippled with abs, leading down to a happy trail surrounding his impressive cock.

He undid his jeans and shoved them down his hips. His cock stood tall and proud against his stomach. Clear pre-come leaked out of the angry purple tip.

"Promise I will worship your body after. But right now, I need to fuck you."

I sat up on my elbows and watched his face as I spread my legs apart. I could feel my pussy lips cling together, my cream acting as glue before they pried open.

His nostrils flared as he focused on my wet cunt. I could smell my arousal, and instead of feeling embarrassed, I arched my hips up at him, silently offering my pussy as his reward.

He rubbed his finger against my opening.

"Was gonna get you nice and wet so you can take my dick." He brought his hand up, glistening with my cream. "But this cunt doesn't need any prepping, does it? My dirty little girl."

"Yesss," I moaned, falling back and cupping my breasts. "It's all for you, Mr. Drake!" My nipples were sharp points against my palm as I rubbed at them.

He stroked his cock as he watched me touch myself. His eyes were heavy, and a flush of arousal had spread across his cheeks. He bit his lip as he masturbated to my self-love.

I planted my feet against his hip, stretching up his stomach, stroking his hard flesh with my toes.

He cuffed my ankle and planted a kiss against the delicate arch of my foot.

Soon, he was placing feverish kisses down my ankle, my calf, the sensitive spot behind my knee.

..until his lips traveled down my inner thigh towards my pussy.

He took one languid lick from my pussy to my clit.

I moaned at the sensation, grinding my hips at him, wishing he would bury his face in my cunt.

He pulled back, and I growled at him in frustration. "Gonna eat you out after I pop that sweet cherry," he told me.

Before I could understand his meaning, he grabbed the base of his dick and lined it up with my entrance.

Oh, my God. This was it .

"Ready, baby?" He breathed, his chest rising up and down as he observed me for any sign of distress.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded confidently. I was born ready. I was made for Roman Drake.

He slowly sunk into me, making little grunting noises. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and I could tell it took some restraint for him to hold back.

"Please," I gasped. "Just put it in me, Daddy."

I don't usually use the D word on him. The first time he used it, my insides turned to jello. But I much preferred to call him Mr. Drake in bed.

However, there were some instances where the D word sprung out of me. When the moment was right. Like right now when he was about to pop my cherry but didn't want to hurt me.

I didn't need gentle. I just needed him.

The 'Daddy' word on my lips spurred him on.

He jerked his head up to narrow his eyes at me. "You want Daddy to put it in you, baby? You need me to rip through this sweet cherry?"

"Yes!" I cried out, desperate to feel full of him. "Hurt me, tear my little cunt apart."

He thrust into me with one movement, pushing firmly past the last of my virginity. I cried out in shock before his mouth covered mine. His tongue stroked against me as he gently rocked inside, allowing me to get used to the invasion.

I could feel my muscles slowly unclench, and the discomfort subsided. Roman grabbed my thighs and hooked them over his arms.

"Breathe, baby girl," he muttered against my mouth.

"It already feels better. Please...don't stop moving," I begged.

He made a low growling noise in his throat before his hips started to thrust faster. My bed banged against the wall as he began to fuck me how I needed. My muscles were stretched - my pussy, stomach, and thighs - all of it burned. And I fucking love it.

"More!" I pleaded, throwing my head back in pleasure. "Fuck me more!"

"Fuck, you're a goddamn slut. Gonna have to keep fucking this sweet cunt every hour to satisfy you," he grunted as he plowed into me harder.

I could feel my body tense, building up to that ultimate pinnacle that only Roman could give me.

The feeling was so intense, so much more fierce than the orgasm I felt building when he ate me out or when I fingered my clit.

It was boiling and burning, rushing like a speeding train from the depths of my core.

Before I knew it, it burst through me with a gasp.

I arched my back and dug my nails into my sheets, my feet scrabbling for purchase.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm coming!" My eyes rolled back in my head as I cried out in pleasure.

"Fuck!" He groaned as he pumped me faster. "Gonna come in this sweet cunt. Gonna fill your virgin pussy full of cream."

He threw his head back as his hands yanked my legs up higher. He bellowed, and I felt his warm come spurt inside of me. "Fucking take it! Take Daddy's come."

"Yes, yes, give it to me!" I encouraged as I clenched my inner muscles, attempting to drain his dick of every drop.

Once he finished, he pulled out of me quickly.

Before I could even catch my breath, he pushed my legs back until they were by my ears, and I was peeking at him through my legs.

He rolled me backward until my shoulders were on the bed, and my ass and pussy were sticking up in the air.

I felt vulnerable and exposed. I could see how soaked my pussy was, the pink tinge mixed with my juice, and his come.

I could feel it roll down the clefts of my ass.

"Look at the mess you've made," Roman soothed as he stared down at my open pussy and ass. "Such a juicy-looking cunt, all filled with my cream."

He leaned down and took another lick. But instead of going from my vagina to clit, he licked around my asshole a few times before dipping his tongue in my ass.

"Roman!" I screeched, feeling scandalized.

Not that he hadn't eaten my ass before, he had. But he'd never licked my bloody cream from it nor stuck his tongue inside.

"Nothing is off limits to me," his muffled voice said against my skin as he slurped up my juices. He buried his face in my cunt and devoured...everything. His mouth made wet noises as he pried my pussy apart, sucking, licking, and swallowing what he could.

I was a shaking, moaning mess. My embarrassment had long gone and was replaced with a wanton creature I didn't recognize.

"Yes, Daddy. Eat me up!"

It wasn't long before my legs started to quake, and I added my juice to his face as I tossed my head back and screamed.

Roman squatted over me, dipping his hard dick into my upturned pussy. One pump, two pumps, and three were all it took before he erupted in me again, cursing and groaning.

"Tightest fucking snatch. Take my come again like a good girl."

A long time later, we were lying on dirty sheets. My head rested on his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around me, holding me as close as possible to him. Our bodies were slick and hot with drying sweat, and I was pretty sure the room was heavy with the aroma of sex.

"I love you, baby," he murmured, placing a reverent kiss on my head. "As soon as you graduate, you're moving in with me. Not a day later."

I smiled against his shoulder. I already decided to apply to the local college. To be safe, I applied for two more a few hours away.

We still needed to overcome many hurdles before we could step out in public with our love. As desperate as I was to be with Roman, I probably wouldn't move in with him on the day I graduated.

I rolled my eyes and hid a smile at his eagerness.

I planned to make it seem like we fell in love a long time after I graduated.

Sure, it'll raise a few brows, and I'm one hundred percent certain no one would believe us.

But they couldn't prove anything. It would all be hearsay.

By then, I'd be a college student with a part-time job.

..adulting. The only person I cared about was my Dad.

Boy, would he be pissed. But he'd come around. Hopefully.

Unfortunately, I was about to find that out much sooner than I'd liked.