Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(16)

"I want to know what you're thinking when you look at me like that," Lucy says.

"I want to know how you can think so little of yourself," I say. Fuck, I  could be inside her a thousand times over and I want to be. I could be  cruel and push her away forever. I don't want to, but I should do that.

So why do I say this kind of shit instead? Why can't I stay broken and  unfeeling - why do I have to tell sweet Lucy that she needs to know  she's the most incredible person I've ever met? What good will that do  any of us? She had me pegged for who I was right away. Only my money can  help her, and that's already happening. What can I possibly hope to  offer her?

"Because I have eyes," Lucy says. "Because I've been sleepwalking  through every part of my life that isn't a nightmare. I have nothing to  look forward to but my brother  …  and when that was my only goal, it was  fine. I don't mean to be selfish, I just don't have that to worry about  anymore, and now I don't know who I am," Lucy says, pressing one palm to  my chest.

I pull her head to mine. The soft feel of her hair on my now bare skin  makes me bite my lip for a second. Crap, she's everything soft and good  in the world. She's my world. How could I have fallen so fast? Hard  enough to feel the impact shattering me.

"You're right. When you had nothing else to worry about that was fine.  But you need the freedom to explore what you want. Anything you want,  Lucy, I'll make it happen. You have to figure out what your heart's  desire is," I say. When did I become a damn poet? I mean every word, but  I feel like a damn fool.

Lucy says nothing, so I bring her face up to mine, and I see tears welling in her eyes. Fuck.

"No one has ever wanted to do anything for me. Wanted to help me," Lucy says with a sniffle.

Well no wonder my ability to take advantage of her is strong. Her whole  family, save her brother, died, and now she's got a brother alone to  look out for her, and he's the one who needs looking after? Of course,  he's too busy to do that. Lucy was a virgin until me. I get it now.

And I'm the monster taking advantage of that situation. If only I could  help her and not hurt her. Because when she finds out I'm married, even  if what Lucy and I have is real, that's probably going to crush her more  than anything. I never want to hurt her.

I just want to have her.

I can't have her.

But I'm not thinking about that right now. My lips close over hers  again. I feel the soft flutter of her wet eyelashes against my cheek and  I breathe deep her scent. I need to be inside Lucy more than I've ever  needed anything in my life. "Lucy," I say her name like an incantation,  summoning everything required to raze my soul. "God, I fucking need you  so damn much," I say, unable to hold back now. I need her more than I  could possibly say. My hands on her aren't enough; her lips kissing me  are only pushing me for more. My mouth is bruising, passionate and  rough, claiming her lips and overtaking her tongue, my mouth pressed so  hard against hers it almost hurts, but I keep kissing her like I'm  sucking her soul out of her. I breathe her in, drink her in, taste her,  and know that I'll be hollow if I ever let her go. She had the chance to  go, my thoughts growl. Those demons within me tell me that now she's  mine to claim. That I don't need to worry about anything but making sure  her skin is always under my fingers, that she's what my lips are  touching.         

     



 

Lucy gasps beneath me and I know she needs to breathe. I release her  lips for a moment and the instant she inhales, I close my mouth over  hers again. One of my hands grabs her breasts and I squeeze a little  harder than I should. Her moan into my mouth presses me on. I need her,  need her in my grasp. I hold tight and tighter yet. My tongue dances  over hers, and my mouth is open over hers. Her tongue makes me shiver  the way she runs it over mine, and touches the inside of my mouth. The  taste of her is honey and sin, innocence that I've been tormented by and  it's erased with every bit of trouble we make together. Her damnation  is as certain as mine now. I damned this beautiful soul moaning beneath  me and I can't help myself. So be it.

Pulling back so quickly she whimpers I have to tear off every last bit  of her clothes. I do it so quickly that her clothes are in tatters; her  body is pulled and bounced around like she's a gift I'm unwrapping  rather than a person I'm undressing. God, she is my fucking toy. The  thing I need to play with more than I need to breathe.

I toss the fabric behind me, watch her freed skin bump up with the  impact of air. I cover her body with my own, one hand tearing off my  pants, then my underwear. I can't wait a moment longer. I need my cock  inside Lucy.

"Gian," Lucy moans and I look into her eyes. They're hooded with lust. She's biting her tongue.

I dip my fingers into her folds, feeling her wet pussy, and I slide my fingers in.

She moans. "I need you so fucking much," Lucy says and those damn words.  What the hell am I supposed to do with those words? I'd start a war  over less from her lips if anything tried to keep me from her.

Curling my fingers inside her to stroke her G-spot, I watch her face  beautifully contort in pleasure and my mind is already planning some day  when I'm not after her like I'm dying of thirst, I want to finger her  pussy slowly for an hour, watch her legs tremble and keep her so close,  keep her wet, but not let her come. She loves the feeling of being on  the brink - I've already seen her taste for that and I want to play with  her more. I could fuck her a different way every day and still not be  sated. I need her more than anything in my life. And right now my cock  is going to goddamn explode if I don't get it deep in her sweet pussy.

But Lucy's hand reaches down and guides me toward her, and she's wiggling her hips.

Fuck, she's trying to get my cock in her just as fast as I'm trying to  bury myself inside her. We need each other so much that we're both  desperately racing for it. Ain't that something?

I move her pretty little hands away and drive my cock into her. We're  both watching her pussy eat up inches of my cock into her, spearing poor  Lucy practically in half. My cock is so huge that I feel her stretching  to accommodate me and I'm desperate to get in to the hilt. I want her  pussy to take every inch of me.

I look to her face and see her eyes have rolled back in their orbits.

"You love this cock, Lucy? You love taking every damn inch of me as much  as you can, as soon as you can, as deep as you can?" I ask and I'm  panting. I bring two of my fingers up to her mouth.

When she opens her mouth to answer, she gets a muffled, "Yes," out  before I press those fingers to her lips. She sucks my fingers. Her lips  pucker up and kiss the fingers, then she pulls them into her mouth and  her tongue licks them. Her closed mouth's suction is a warm, wet feeling  that does something to me. That feeling jolts right to my cock, making  me jerk inside her with an aroused twitch. Fuck, Lucy knows exactly how  to touch me, how to fuck me with her tongue on my fingers. I have to  return the pleasure with my cock, as soon as possible.

I roll back my hips and stroke long and hard into her. I'm resisting  pumping hard into her, because we could both cum so hard and so fast  together … but neither of us is here for a quick fuck. We want to savor  each other until we both can't take it anymore.

Then throw ourselves off that cliff and dive further into our passion than either of us can stand.

Driving into her pussy again, the feel of her stretching and surrounding  me is enough to fucking end a lesser man. But I'm deified in my  devotion to her, finding it necessary to make sure I keep fucking her  slow and feeling her, hearing her moan and whimper not from some fast  pumps into her. Thrusting could bring out plenty of heavy breathing. But  I'm looking to draw low breaths from her that rise up from the very  depths of her body. I want to extricate every ounce of desire and draw  it out to hear it all. My heart is beating so fast at being inside her  that I think maybe she can hear it.

I pull my fingers from her mouth with a wet pop, bringing those wet  fingers to her clit and forming lazy little circles around it, then on  it, and then around again. There's something painfully tragic in the way  we both enjoy the teasing way I fuck her. It's like it's mocking me  entirely. Lucy's too good to ever belong to me, and I'm worshiping at  her altar all the same. Forever unworthy, prolonging not just her  orgasm, but also the end of me.

Lucy's hips shoot up when my fingers graze her clit again. I up the  intensity of my fingers there, working smaller circles. I swoop down,  tongue and teeth to her breast, drawing a nipple between my teeth. I  scrape my teeth over the tender flesh. Lucy's back arches and her breast  fills my mouth. I suck and lick her. Keep working circles on her clit.  Keep driving my cock slowly, deeply into her.

I feel her legs shaking, a slow building crescendo of need. Lucy won't  come like this. Oh, she'll want to. She'll try. I'm desperate to come  myself, wanting to finish hard and deep inside of her. But I'm not  letting that happen. Trapped beneath me, Lucy is doomed to so much more  sensual torture before the night is over. This night is so far from  over.