“What do you think?”
I looked over to my right and saw Lucas standing there with a drink in his hand.
“Did you do this?” I asked.
“I had help.”
I took a step inside. “Is this an apology?” I asked.
“It’s something like that.”
I frowned. “Lucas.”
“Wait,” he said, holding up a hand. “Before you tell me off, listen. I won’t apologize for what I said, but I understand your reaction. You want me to respect your family as I want you to respect mine.”
I nodded. “Exactly.”
He walked toward me. “I want you to know that I respect you, Natalie. I respect you very much.”
“Then apologize.”
“No.” He stopped near me, and I could feel my heart pounding.
“Don’t be stubborn,” I said.
“I can’t apologize for speaking the truth,” he answered. “But I’m hoping you can understand that.”
I took a deep breath. Did I really need to hear the words from him? I looked around the room and knew that I didn’t.
Lucas wasn’t the type of man to do this sort of grand gesture for someone. That much was obvious. He was gruff and intense, and it didn’t seem like romance was something he ever even considered.
And yet he had put all this together for me simply because I had felt disrespected. He understood why I was angry and was taking steps to try to fix it.
“Fine” I said, smiling. “Okay. I get it.”
“Good.” He pulled me against him and kissed me hard.
I felt a rush of blood to my head as he held me and kissed me.
I knew I needed to take what I wanted.
And in that moment, I wanted him. I was so full of stress, so pent up and frustrated, that I needed him.
Without thinking, I reached down and felt his cock with my hand. He grunted his surprise, but I could feel that he was hard already.
“Hard from one kiss,” I whispered.
“You have that effect on me,” he admitted.
I began to stroke him. “I want you to fuck me, Lucas.”
He took my hair and pulled me close. “Say please,” he whispered in my ear.
“Please fuck me, Lucas,” I said, stroking his hard cock. “Please fuck my pussy hard. Make me come again.”
He grabbed me by the hips and steered me away from the candles. There was another door in the back wall. He quickly pushed it open and led me into another room filled with paintings, though this one didn’t have any open flames. Dimly I realized that this whole wing was probably one long gallery.
He pressed me against a wall, banging against a painting. He wasted no time in pulling my shirt over my head and kissing my neck. I continued to stroke him, working his cock, wanting him so badly, needing him.
I quickly unbuttoned his pants, yanking his zipper down. I dropped to my knees, pulling his pants down around his ankles. I reached up and pulled down his boxer briefs, taking his thick, hard cock in my hand.
“I like this new aggressive Natalie,” he grunted as I pressed his cock between my lips.
I began to work him, sucking his tip in and out of my mouth, tasting his salty skin, loving the way he grunted.
“Suck that cock, Natalie,” he said. “Fuck yes. You really are a dirty girl for me, aren’t you?”
I kept working him, and he pressed his hands to the back of my head, moving his cock deep between my lips, deep into my throat. He groaned loudly as I sucked him, jerking him off, working his cock.
I was starving for him, in a frenzy. I needed it, needed him ready. I could feel my pussy dripping wet, ruining my panties, but it didn’t matter. All I needed was him inside me.
“Suck me dry,” he groaned. “Work that cock.”
I kept moving, my head bobbing, taking his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him as I sucked him, loving the expression of pure hunger on his face.
After another minute, he moved his hips back and reached down to lift me to my feet.
He quickly tore off what was left of my clothes. He unhooked my bra, yanked off my jeans, and spun me around. I put my hand up on the wall as he kicked my legs apart.
“You want this, don’t you?” he said.
“Fuck, please,” I said. The thrill was pounding through my veins. I was afraid I was going to come the second he entered me.
He reached forward and began to tease my soaked pussy with his fingers. His other hand slapped my ass.
“I love this body,” he said. “Your pussy is like fucking fire, you know that?”
“God I need to feel you inside me,” I said, writhing against his hands, pleasure flooding my mind.
He moved back and grabbed something from his pants. I looked back and watched him tear open a condom wrapper and slowly slide the condom down along his thick cock.