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CHAPTER 24

LUCAS

I watch as the trembling little human approaches the bed and bends over. Gloriously naked, she peers over her shoulder at me with a confused look. Likely because she thought I was about to order her to her knees so she might suck my cock. The thought is certainly provoking, and while I intend to give her what she craves, eventually, I want to build up her anticipation first. My anticipation as well. Never mind that my shaft is already rock hard and pressing against the front of my pants.

“Spread your legs wider.” I remove my shirt and walk closer, only to discover she hasn’t quite obeyed. “I said wider .”

She sighs and finally spreads wide enough, and the sight of her slick folds makes me growl. The scent of her arousal causes my shaft to lurch, and a moment of dizziness hits me. She turns around and clutches the covers, her pale legs shaking as she remains spread wide with her swollen, pink pussy on display like an offering.

I remove my boots and pants, then fist my engorged length as I approach her. A summer breeze swirls through the room as my need for her mounts. She whimpers when I trail a finger through the seam of her nether lips. I explore her slowly, as though I’m gently opening the petals of a flower, and she quivers in place as the heightening scent of her feminine essence fills my nostrils.

“So wet and swollen.” I tap at her clit and her hips roll backward. “This little clit of yours is quite distended, too. Tell me, sweetling, are you aching for it? Are you aching to suck on my appendage?”

Her breath leaves her in a rush. She whimpers again but doesn’t say a word.

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.” A sense of remembrance comes over me. I’ve said these exact words to her before. On the mountain road when I was teasing her during our first encounter. How far we’ve come since then. “Answer me, sweetling, or I might stop touching your clit.”

“Yes, I-I am aching for it.” She moans and presses her center back against my hand, but I lessen the pressure on her clit because she hasn’t quite answered my question.

“What are you aching for, darling wife? I need specifics.” I drag moisture from her core overtop her enlarged clit and circle the bud with precise strokes that draw more whimpers and moans from her.

“I-I am aching to suck on your appendage .” She whispers the last word as though it’s the most scandalous thing she’s ever said.

“Just as I suspected.” I abandon her clit only to shove two fingers deep in her core. “You’re soaking wet and aching because you wish you had a cock in your mouth. Poor, poor little human.”

She rises on her toes with a gasp, and her insides clamp down on my digits. I set a rapid pace of driving my fingers in and out of her swollen pussy, and she keeps rising on her toes and jerking her center back to meet my plunges. She tears at the covers and her hair flails wildly around her shoulders.

I withdraw my digits from her center only to immediately replace them with my shaft, and I sink inside her with a growl. Grasping her hips, I give her about a dozen thrusts before pulling out. Then I reach for a pillow and help her stand. Her legs tremble so hard that I fear she might fall, and I keep one hand on her as I guide her to the middle of the room. I place the pillow on the floor in front of her, and her face turns scarlet as she no doubt realizes my intent.

“On your knees, wife.” I step back and await her compliance, and I’m pleased when she’s quick to obey.

She drops to her knees on the pillow and stares at my glistening cock with an expectant look that makes me feverish. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, drawing my gaze to her hard nipples, and when my eyes drift lower, I glimpse the slickness of her arousal coating her inner thighs.

I close the space between us, and my shaft rests an inch before her mouth. “Look how much of your slickness remains on my cock. I expect you to do a good job cleaning it off, sweetling, and I also expect you to swallow my seed. Do you understand?”

Her eyes flare with surprise, but she nods and says, “Yes, I understand,” in a soft whisper.

She parts her lips, and I grasp her head and glide into her perfect little mouth. Gods, the feel of her tongue dragging along my cock nearly undoes me. Closing my eyes, I take a few slow, steady breaths as I attempt to regain my self-control. Once the urgency passes, I open my eyes and run my hands through Yvette’s hair, watching as she seals her lips around my girth and moves her head forward and back.

A thunderous growl rumbles from me, and I again find myself struggling for control. If she keeps moaning while dragging her tongue over my shaft just so, I’ll soon erupt down her throat.

She places her hands on my thighs and continues. Unable to help myself, I tighten my hold in her hair and give a sudden deep thrust, ramming my appendage into the back of her throat. She gags for a moment but soon recovers, and when I detect the increasing scent of her arousal, I bite back the apology hovering on my lips.

It would seem she’s not opposed to a bit of roughness, and after a few more minutes, I give her another hard thrust that makes her whimper and gag, but it also makes her pussy gush moisture.

Fuck, yes.

I hold her head in place and commence a rapid pace of pounding her mouth, though I watch her carefully to make sure she’s still able to breathe through her nose.

“That’s it, sweetling. Gag on my cock.”

She pauses briefly and her eyes dart upward. She aims me a dirty look, and a dark chuckle escapes me. I give her hair a slight tug.

“I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that.” I perform another harsh thrust that makes her whimper. “This was your idea.”

She digs her nails into my thighs, and I chuckle again. But then she does something delicious with her tongue that finally pushes me off the precipice. She suctions her lips tightly around my length, creating a steady friction as her tongue swirls over the tip of my shaft.

I erupt in her mouth, and she swallows the first spurt of my seed. She gulps down every bit of my essence without spilling a drop, which is no small feat considering how much seed a virile fae male like myself can produce. I release her hair and gently run my fingers through her long locks, then I withdraw my cock from her mouth.

She inhales a huge breath, and I sweep her upward and into my arms, overcome by the urge to hold her and keep her close.

Warmth abounds in my heart, an endless wave of tenderness that only reaffirms my love for her.

I carry her to the bed. “Don’t worry, sweetling, I know you’re aching terribly, and I intend to bring you to a climax very soon.” I place her atop the covers and immediately situate my head between her thighs.

Her cries of pleasure echo off the walls.