Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(17)

"Did you need something, Lucy?" I hum against her skin. I'm teasing her,  but I don't let that enter my voice. I make it so she thinks she might  actually get to come. I want her to reserve nothing and think she'll be  free soon, free to release all this tension I'm building up inside of  her … and when she thinks I'm about to let her loose, that's when I'll  wrap her up more. I want her buried so deep in need for me that she  can't remember her own name. I want her to be consumed with need for me.

And when I finally let her come?

I want her to fucking black out from the intensity.

Then I can hold her in my arms and not let myself think about the bastard I am.

"Unnngh," Lucy moans. "Please," she says, finally finding words.

I'm still fucking into her so slowly. Her pussy is squeezing around me.  Her hips jiggle. She's not lying particularly still, her shakes and  shivers along with her wiggles and wanton arches toward me, are keeping  her from that. But it doesn't bring her what she needs.

Only I get to say when that happens.

"You're so wet," I say, my voice low with lust. Pulling the words from  my throat isn't easy. I flick my tongue over her nipple, delighting in  her shiver. "I feel your pussy squeezing my cock."

Lucy bites her lip and moans.

I speed up just a little on her clit. "But I'm not letting you come yet."

Lucy sighs and her breathing gets more labored. She's so close but not  quite there, and I'm not letting her get there. I move my mouth to her  other breast and I work even faster on her clit, but now I only slide my  cock in some. She needs to take me deep to come. Lucy needs so much  more fucking from me to orgasm. I love that about her. Plenty of girls  could come from the clit rubbing and such, and that's fine, but Lucy  fucking needs me. Needs my permission, needs my cock, needs my fingers,  needs my mouth. If I'm not consuming her utterly, then she's letting me  hold her on the brink. And I fucking love that. I crave it. This has  ruined me for anyone else. I'll never be able to fuck anyone the way I  fuck Lucy because no one fucking craves me the way Lucy seems to.

Why this sweet woman who's so much better than I could even hope to be even wants me or lets me keep fucking her, I don't know.

I know why she fucked me the first time. Curiosity continued what  started out of her family loyalty. But she knows now how right about me  that she was and I gave her the option. Fuck I tried to let her go. I  wished for both of us that she could want to go. Instead, here we are.  I'm fucking her so slowly and shallowly that I can barely breathe. My  cock is twitching and despite the agony my balls are loading up. Her  body is shivering, trembling with my every touch. But neither one of us  is coming. We both like being suspended in this limbo.

"Gian, fuck," Lucy says, and I look up to see her eyes watering.  "Fuuuuuck," she moans out when I sink my teeth into her breast again. "I  need you," she says in the sweetest goddamn voice.

That's how you fucking break a spell. I don't even think about it and  I'm closing my mouth over hers, slamming my cock deep into her.

"Damn, baby girl, you fucking kill all my resolve," I say with a laugh  when my lips ghost over hers so that we can both catch our breath.  "Still not letting you come, though. I want to keep you so close. I just  need my cock deeper in you before we both die." I tell her the truth.  Both parts are so true. I can't stand not being buried inside of her.  And I'm not ending this moment, how much we're building up to the  orgasm.         

     



 

"Oh yeah?" Lucy says, and I hear the challenge in her voice. Her pussy  clenches around me and I nearly cum right then and there. And she knows  that if I orgasm, it'll set her off. That's just how fucking dirty my  sweet little girl is. Like, Lucy was just a virgin and now she's such a  perfect little orgasm addict, I can't handle how fucking hot that is and  she knows it.

I grab both of her wrists and cage her hands up above her head.

I slam my cock into her harder.

It looks like I'm giving her everything she wants. Like she's winning.

But I hear that sweet little moan and I know, sure, it seems that way.  But we both know she took a gamble there and she's not going to win  against me. Giancarlo fucking Sandoval is the house, and the house  always wins.

"Fuck," Lucy cries out.

"I'm going to keep fucking you, all night, Lucy," I promise her. My cock  is eager to come, but more eager to keep being inside her. I'm going to  fuck her for a long time before I let myself come. Then I'm going to  fuck her some more. "God, I want to," I moan low in my throat.

"Fuck me all day tomorrow. Let me cum and sleep in your arms tonight," Lucy says.

And how the fuck does a man say no to that?

"You've got me under your thumb, do you, Lucy?" I say with a laugh.  "You're good at getting what you want from me. And you're good at  dancing. So keep doing both," I tell her. I meant to wait till after,  but I can't stand it anymore. I want her to know that I value her  happiness above everything else. "I don't want to keep you from  anything. If you find something you love, let it take as much of your  time as you like." I pray that it means I'll still get time with her … I  don't know how I would stay away. But this is all the strength I have to  tell her that if she wants to leave me, she can. I already said as much  before, but I need to reiterate that I truly mean it.

And now I have. "Now cum for me, Lucy," I say, slamming my cock deep in  her. I feel her pussy squeeze around my cock and her little screams are  music to my ears.

I'm close to cumming, but this time I want to pull out and do it on  those sexy tits. I can't lie, seeing other men ogling them has left me  with a deep urge to unload a gallon of cum all over them and make them  solely mine for the night. She said she wanted to cum and then sleep … and  I probably shouldn't be super gluing her to me so I'll have to help her  clean it off, but I can't help myself.

When I feel her shuddering stop, I pull out.

Lucy gasps.

Oh, baby girl, you have no idea how filthy I can be. I've only just started fucking you.

I may be done for the night when I finish cumming on her tits, but so  long as I'm fucking Lucy, I'm going to show her the very meaning of sin.  I'll kiss, lick, suck, and cum all over her perfect body and hope that  she never wants anyone else. I'll never forget how earnestly she told me  that she was glad she would never fuck anyone else. No fucking way  anyone will fuck her the way I do. I don't ever want us to find out.

My cock shoots ropes of cum on her tits, so much cum coming out of me  that even I'm surprised. She looks so good covered in it that it almost  makes my head spin a little.

Her soft pink tongue pokes out of her mouth and I don't have to be told  twice. I finish on her tongue, hearing her moan as she licks it up. I  watch her lift her nipples up to her mouth and lick them.

I don't know where the fuck that idea came from, but I never cease to be amazed by how perfectly Lucy's mind works.





13





Lucy





The cold, unfeeling letters against the stone make me glad to have asked  Gian to come with me to visit Tommy. I asked him to come with me, and  I'll go into Tommy's room alone. My fingers feel safe inside Gian's.

"Welcome to Sutherland Rehabilitation Facilities," a woman in lavender scrubs greets us at reception.

"Hi," I say with a little shake in my voice. Gian puts his other hand to  the small of my back. "I'm Lucy Tomlinson, here to see Thomas  Tomlinson, my brother." I already feel less stressed and more excited  because I want to see his face. I've never gone so long without seeing  my brother's face. I took care of him.

I'm glad someone else, a professional, or a team of them by the upscale  looks of these facilities, was able to take care of Tommy for me. For a  second I feel a brush of guilt, but I know that I need to let myself  have my own life.

A strange life that is nothing like what I pictured for myself … but  that's the strange thing. Until my bother was taken care of, I had never  really imagined what my life might look like if I could choose. When I  thought I wanted to run far away from Gian, I imagined that my brother  and I would go live boring lives in some small town until we were creaky  and old.

But now I've quit my job at the diner, and I don't have my apartment  anymore. I have a friend. A probably married boyfriend. My life isn't  anything like what I imagined. But now I have hope and the possibility  to figure out just what I want that to be.

And the idea that someone else is married to Gian sours everything in my  stomach instantly. The weight of it hits me and when I'm following the  nurse to Tommy's room, I look back at Gian with pleading eyes as he sits  down in the waiting area at reception.

Maybe I can't have the one thing I never knew that I wanted because Gian must belong to someone else.

I feel so stupid. I can't be thinking about this now. What if the worry  reads all over my face and it upsets Tommy, who has already been through  so much?