The Vessel - Jenika Snow Page 0,40

that would solve the arousal thrumming through me.

It didn’t. It made it worse.

The bulbous head of his cock was flushed red with a drop of pre-cum already dotting the slit at the tip. My mouth watered, hungry for a taste of him like a living entity inside me. I found myself leaning forward, placing my hands on his muscular thighs, curling my nails into the expensive material of his slacks, and engulfed the crown with my mouth. Lucius groaned above me, and then I felt his hands spear into my hair, his nails digging into my scalp.

The sting of pain had me inadvertently sucking in more of his length. I ran my tongue along his thick dick, right along the vein that was on the underside. His taste was slightly salty and had a hint of something more masculine, more potent. I moaned around him, trying to get even more of him in my mouth until I felt the tip of him hit the back of my throat.

“Christ.” He groaned as his thickness jerked in my mouth, causing her eyes to water. He started to pull out from between my lips and then push back in, fucking my mouth. He thrust in slow and easy, and I found myself moving my tongue along his flesh, tasting a burst of saltiness as his semen coated my taste buds. I swallowed that pre-cum, humming for more, needing more.

A carnal need to taste all of him, to have his full load, all of his cum sliding down my throat spurred my motions. I started moving my head along his length at the same time he thrust in and out.

“Fuck.” That lone word was violent as it left his lips. His hold on my hair tightened as his thrusting hips became more frantic in his need for release. “Fuck, yeah. Take it all, baby. Take all of my thick cock.”

God. Yes.

I closed my eyes and focused on getting him off. I needed to. I’d never thought giving a man head could bring me so much pleasure, but my pussy was soaked, and my pulse was pounding in my clit.

He plunged into my mouth three times and then stilled as he buried his dick all the way past my lips. I felt his balls rest against my chin, the tip of his cockhead hitting the back of my throat. I felt him come, tasted his hot, thick cum. I greedily swallowed it all, humming my approval. I felt my own pleasure mounting, wanting to touch myself, to get off at the same time he was.

I snaked one of my hands down my belly and between my thighs, but the grip he had in my hair tightened, and a second later, he pushed me back, causing me to still my movements. His cock slipped from between my lips, and he used the leverage he had on my hair to tip my head back gently. For long seconds, he said nothing, just stared at me, this glossiness covering his eyes as if he were drunk or high… no, aroused.

“I want to be the only man from this moment forward to know what you taste like, what you feel like pressed to me.” His eyes were set hard. “I want to be the only one who knows how sweet your pussy is, how wet you get when you’re aroused.”

My breath stalled as I listened to him.

“And if you want my face between those creamy thighs as I eat you out and make you come—” He seemed to pause for effect. “—if you want my cock buried deep inside your cunt, you’ll tell me you’re mine, Elise.”

He hauled me up as if he couldn’t handle not being close to me any longer. My breasts swayed from the action of his movements, and then I was pressed against his chest, his heat spearing into me. His mouth crashed against mine at the same time he shoved his hands down my body so he could cup my ass in his big palms.

His cock was starting to harden again between us, and I pressed closer, needing the contact… needing him. And as he kissed me like a man possessed, as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip, I wondered if I’d ever be able to deny him anything, especially when it seemed my body and heart were already falling hard for him.

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Lucius

I could tell she held her breath at my demand, but I needed her to say the words, to tell