He keeps thrusting at my mouth until my knees start to ache, only stopping when his cock suddenly spasms. His whole body tenses up, and he takes a deep breath, caressing my face with the back of his hand. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of me and grabs my hand, pulling me up to my feet. Standing just an inch away from him, I’m breathing hard, flames starting to lick at my skin.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispers. “I can’t control myself.” I don’t even know if he’s talking to me or to himself, but I have no time to wonder about that. His hands on my waist, he pushes me back with a growl; I take two steps back, my ass hitting the edge of the stretcher bed, making it bump against the wall with a loud noise.
“Is everything alright in there?” I hear the guard asking from the other side of the door, his voice like a punch to my gut. Lucien doesn’t even blink; he presses his naked body against me, sliding his hands under my shirt and running them up to my breasts.
“Yes…” I say, trying to speak between breaths. “I… I just dropped something!” I manage to say, hoping the guard has as much interest in doing his job right now as I have in doing mine. I wait for a few heartbeats, all of me melting as Lucien squeezes my breasts, but the guard doesn’t respond back. I breathe out deeply, feeling as if I’ve just dodged a bullet. “We have to… be quiet,” I tell Lucien, my chest rising and falling at a fast rhythm.
“We’ll try,” he corrects me, letting go of my breasts and sliding his hands down to my waist. Grabbing me harshly, he makes me turn around abruptly and then, his forearm across my back, he bends me over the stretcher. I grit my teeth, choking down a moan as I feel his cock pressed tight between my ass cheeks, over the loose fitting fabric of my pants.
He pushes my hair over my shoulder, and then leans in, his lips on my neck. My skin prickles as I feel his mouth on my skin, his kisses as tender as they are dangerous. His hands pressed tight against the flesh on my waist, he slowly runs them down, pushing my pants down just a few inches, enough for my thong to show.
I shiver as I feel him tracing the contour of my small thong, his finger slowly moving across my buttock. He’s moving slowly, seductively, but he’s like a coiled spring—ready to burst at any time. And that’s exactly what happens. Without any warning, he breathes out sharply against my neck and, abruptly grabbing my pants and underwear at the same time, he pushes them down my legs and to my knees. I half expect him to smack me across the buttocks, but that’s not what he does. Instead, he pulls back and goes down to his knees, the palm of his hands resting against the curve of my ass.
He spreads my cheeks apart and then squeezes them hard, my body leaning further against the stretcher. Then, spreading his fingers, he pushes my buttocks up, making me go on tiptoes; before I can even process what’s happening, he lunges at me, burying his face between my thighs and under my ass. A slight moan leaves my lips as he presses his mouth against my pussy, hurriedly sucking on my folds as I become wetter than ever.
I let my head down, my forehead pressed against the thin mattress as I choke down a moan, biting hard on the sheets. He keeps devouring me, not caring if I moan or if I don’t. He’s fearless, not a single worry on his mind. To be honest, the more he keeps sucking my pussy, the less I worry about being caught. It just seems so unimportant right now. What does it all matter when my body is burning with pleasure, the most perfect man I have ever met savoring me?
Not only does he know how to handle his long thick member, he sure knows how to drive a woman completely insane with just his mouth. Jabbing with his tongue, he parts my pussy and slides his finger inside of me, viciously licking me as I picture my juices dripping down his chin.
“Oh, God…” I mutter, my hands curled tight around the bars on the stretcher. I’m grabbing them so tightly my knuckles have turned white, all my muscles tensing up as I succumb to his mouth. The sheets between my teeth, I manage to stop myself from screaming, my body shaking as I come violently. Even so, a throaty moan makes itself heard, luckily muffled by the mattress. Careless as he is, I still expected him to ease up, knowing that the guard is waiting for him right on the other side of the door. Of course, I should know him better by now: instead of slowing down, he goes even harder, sucking and licking in a vicious chain of perfectly matched movements.
My muscles are still twitching when he places one arm around my waist, his hand going down to between my legs and searching for my clitoris. The moment his fingers find it, all hell breaks loose inside of me. I come again, just seconds after my first orgasm, and this time I have to bite my own forearm in order not to scream. I don’t even feel a thing, pleasure obfuscating everything but that mind numbing delight that rages through my veins. My eyes shut tight; I feel a tear falling down my face. This is actually the first time in my life this has happened, crying from ecstasy.