Page 5 of Schooling Lucy (Off Limits #1)

R OMAN

Dinner was torture.

Sitting across from the object of my obsession; watching her lick her lips and bounce in her seat as she eyed the succulent meat. The way she chewed and closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure as she bit into the first taste of her crunchy potato. It made me wonder if she would hum around my dick.

I was thankful that we were seated at the table. Otherwise, there would be no mistaking my hard cock, attempting to punch through my jeans.

My reprieve in their upstairs bathroom did little to deflate my hardened cock. Especially after I wiped my dick on a pink towel. The thought of my sweet Lucy rubbing my jizz all over her supple body made my cock salute all over again.

Michael turned to me with a question, so I dropped my eyes from the temptation before me and resumed cutting into my chicken as I spoke with him.

The food was delicious. You couldn't go wrong with roast chicken, potatoes, and veggies.

Michael, as well, was entertaining company.

Although he appeared to be a little distracted, constantly checking his phone and clenching his jaw in annoyance at whatever he discovered on there.

But from what I had deciphered, he was a pretty cool guy.

Despite the five-year age difference, we had a lot in common.

I was still going to fuck his daughter's tight cunt into next week, though. I was still going to put a ring on her finger. Put a baby in her belly. Nothing was going to deter me from my prize.

The clang of cutlery hitting the floor drew my attention back to Lucy.

"Oops," she breathed. "I'm so clumsy. It seems to have fallen on your side. Would you mind picking it up, Mr. Drake ?"

My hand tightened on the fork and knife, pleasure seeping my core at the deliberate emphasis on my name. With her gaze poised on mine, Lucy raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked each digit with calculated precision.

My eyes widened and flashed to her father, but his attention was on his phone, furiously typing away with a furrowed brow.

My jaw would drop at her brazen actions if I weren't grinding my teeth so hard.

I bared my teeth at her in what I hoped was an obliging smile. "Of course, Lucy." Her name rolled off my tongue like whipped butter.

I pulled my chair back and peeked under the table, spying the silver fork lying just out of my reach but close enough to my side. It was no inconvenience. I'd pick through hay to find a needle if she asked me.

As I bent down to retrieve the item, my gaze snapped to her bare legs. My hand started fumbling blindly for the fork as Lucy widened her legs, baring her cloth-covered pussy to me.

Her cloth-covered wet pussy.

She had scooted forward in her seat until just the edges of her buttocks hung onto the end of her chair. That's how I could see the outline of her pussy lips, glistening against the almost see-through material of her white panties. Completely saturated by her wetness.

Hell, I could smell her sweet and musky scent from where I was crouched. I licked my lips and moved forward just a tad, needing to lick her cunt through her panties.

"You alright down there?"

I jerked so fast that my head banged against the table. I snatched the fork and reared back and out from underneath the table.

Lucy smirked at me before reaching across and plucking the fork from between my shaking fingers.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Drake," she cooed.

I glanced at Michael, relieved that he had resumed eating as if his daughter hadn't just flashed her wet cunt to his colleague.

Fucking brat.

I was gonna put her over my knee and smack her ass until it was red. And then I was going to smooth the sting with my tongue. I would open her buttocks and rim out her asshole, following the line of skin right down to her -

"You want another beer, Roman?" Michael asked.

Lucy raised her eyes to meet mine and sent me a demure smile—the antithesis of her previous behavior.

She was going to pay for that.

After dinner, Lucy served her delectable chocolate cake.

Her father wasn't lying; it was delicious.

Soft and moist. Not too sweet and with a smooth buttercream icing on top.

For the first time in my life, food made me hard.

All it took was the thought of Lucy barefoot and pregnant in our kitchen.

Baking me a chocolate cake. Me scooping up a dollop of cream to shove in her mouth as I fucked her pregnant pussy from behind.

I shifted on the couch, hoping Michael wouldn't glance down and spot my hard-on. It would be hard to explain that away given that his daughter had gone upstairs. I couldn't leave without seeing her one last time. My hand itched to spank her for her come-inducing performance over dinner.

I don't know why she showed me her wet pussy; because it was apparent that she intended for me to see it. She didn't seem like the bold type to attempt a seduction on an older man. Unless...she had done this before?

I saw red. If this were a regular occurrence by her, I would be putting a stop to that. I'm the only man she would ever show her wet cunt to.

Michael's phone ringing brought me out of my dark thoughts.

"I gotta take this," he quickly said before rising and taking off to the kitchen, the phone already at his ear.

I gave it two seconds before I was out of my chair and quietly making my way upstairs. Her bedroom door was open, but when I peeked in, it was empty. Her bed was neatly made, and a scattering of school textbooks were spread out.

Where was she?

A small, feminine whimper came from down the hall, answering my question. It was coming from the bathroom. My cock lengthened when I remembered what I had done in there earlier. As another soft moan rang out, I quickly padded towards the door. Surely she wasn't doing what I thought she was?

I turned the handle, and pre-come immediately leaked out the tip of my dick when my eyes quickly translated the scene before me.

Lucy was bent over the sink, not unlike the position I was just in a couple of hours ago.

Wet sounds were coming from her soaking gash.

One hand gripped the edge of the vanity while the other was buried in the front of her panties.

No doubt her fingers were slippery with her cunt juice.

Her mouth was open, and her warm puffs of breath were steaming up the mirror.

As another small whine escaped her lips, I couldn't hold myself back any longer.

"That's my pussy," I growled as I stepped into the small bathroom and closed the door behind me with a definitive "click."

The shocked gasp from Lucy had me grinning. A red tinge spread across her smooth cheeks as she turned frightened eyes at me.

"M-Mr Drake!" She gasped as she took a step back. She licked her lips, her eyes dropping from mine in embarrassment.

"I-I was just-"

"Fucking my cunt."

Her mouth snapped shut at my low drawl.

Defiant eyes flashed at me, and my brave girl stood straight. "I was just doing what I saw you doing in here first!" She hissed angrily.

Relief flooded me at her words. I was worried that she made a habit of flashing men. I now understood that she most likely felt brave enough to give me a private peep show after seeing me jerk off in her bathroom. She probably heard me grunting her name like a sex fiend, too.

I grinned at her and stalked forward, invading her space. I was conscious that her father was downstairs, but I wasn't leaving here without getting a taste of my girl.

The smug look on her face started to slide into trepidation once she realized that I didn't care that she caught me. In fact, I was delighted. We both knew what the other wanted. It meant we could bypass all the bullshit courtship I had planned.

I grabbed the hand she had been masturbating with and placed the still-wet fingers against my lips.

Her eyes flared, the blue swirling with restrained desire.

I could see the little pulse beating against her neck.

I closed my eyes and groaned as the smell of the arousal coating her fingers hit my nostrils.

I wrapped my lips around her damp digits, sucking her juices off them. Her mouth dropped open, and her breathing grew shallow as she watched the erotic action. I held her eyes as I licked around each finger until I was satisfied that I had lapped her desire up.

She whimpered when I sucked off the last of her fingers, letting her hand drop limply to her side.

"On the counter," I ordered. She stared at me, anxiousness crowding her features. " Now ."

She jumped and immediately reached back to pull herself up onto the white vanity. I lifted her calves, planting her feet on the bench. I jerked her legs apart and yanked her forward until her pussy almost hung off the edge.

I reached up her skirt and grasped the corners of her white panties. "Up."

Wordlessly she lifted her behind, and I slid them off. "These are mine now," I warned her. "But for now..." I bunched them up and placed them against her mouth. "Open."

As soon as her lips parted, I shoved the material inside. Her brow furrowed in panic, and she hummed around them, almost in protest.

Almost.

Because at the same time, I saw her eyes glaze over in arousal. And if I were a betting man, I would bet that more pussy juice leaked out of her pussy.

"Don't want your father to hear," I teased.

I crouched in front of her splayed legs. My nostrils flared at seeing her pretty, wet, pink pussy. My cock was painfully hard with come leaking out into my boxer briefs. I rubbed at my erection, attempting to calm the beast.

"Such a horny girl flashing this juicy, virgin cunt at me." I glanced up at her and grinned when I saw her eyes close in shame. The red on her cheeks had carried down onto her neck.

"This is your reward." I leaned forward and buried my mouth against her leaking gash.

Her hips jerked forward, and a strangled moan came from her.

I used my fingers to spread her lips as my tongue lashed against her clit, biting and pulling it into my mouth.

I moaned as I sucked on the little pearl, the feel of her juice staining my lower face.

I gathered the dripping pussy juice with my tongue before shoving it into her tight hole.

Her legs shook around my head, closing in and squeezing before spreading wide and thrusting. My poor girl didn't know what to do with herself.

I buried my nose against her as I slurped up as much of her sweetness as I could.

Her hands grabbed at my head as she whimpered around her dirty panties.

Her hip thrusts got more frenzied, and I heard her mumble something.

But it was hard to decipher since my filthy girl's mouth was currently occupied.

But it sounded a lot like…

Girl juice squirted against my mouth and nose as she writhed on the counter, whimpering and moaning in ecstasy.

I jumped up and released my aching cock. With a few strokes, I grunted my release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I groaned. "You dirty fucking slut teasing me. Look what you made me do. Coating this virgin cunt. Fucking take it!"

White ropes of come flew out and splattered against her thighs and pussy. I dribbled the remainder of my spend directly against her open and still spasming cunt, not caring if any seeped into her pussy hole.

She regarded me with wide eyes, her breathing erratic. I stepped between her spread thighs and slid the damp panties from her mouth. Her saliva coated it, and I ached to shove it into my mouth. Instead, I leaned forward and placed my forehead against hers.

"Mine."

I covered her lips, my tongue caressing hers as I ate at her in desperation. I poured all the love, desire, and longing for her into her mouth. Her fingers clung to the front of my shirt as she shyly returned my kiss, moaning sweetly.

Reluctantly I pulled away before placing a gentle kiss on her head. I had to leave before her Dad came looking for me.

"I gotta go, baby. But we'll talk later," I promised.

Before I was tempted to stay and fuck her on the counter, uncaring if her father heard, I forced my legs to move.

But not before stuffing her panties in my pocket.