The Vessel - Jenika Snow Page 0,42

of her clit, my focus on her face. The breathy cries that came from her had my cock throbbing, the tip leaking pre-cum. I wasn’t ashamed to reach down with my free hand and grip my shaft, stroking myself from root to tip.

I tightened my fingers around my thick cock, tugging at my length as I continued to thrust my finger in and out of her. I could have gotten off just from watching my finger dip into her body, watching her pussy suck at it. I wanted to hold off until I could stretch her, until I could fill her with my seed. And God, I wanted that. I wanted to feel every warm, tight, and wet inch of her, wanted her pussy clenching at me, aching in need.

I wanted her on the verge of coming, wanted her to beg me for it, to give me anything I wanted because I was a greedy bastard. I wanted her to surrender because she was so desperate to get off. By the time this was all said and done, there would be no doubt in her mind that she was mine.

“Lucius,” she mewled, and the way my name fell from her lips, all breathy and full of need, had me gripping my dick harder. Fuck, I wanted inside her so bad.

“Tell me what you need, Elise. Tell me and it’s yours.”

She closed her eyes and arched her back, her breasts thrusting out, her nipples tightening even further. “I need to… I need to come.” She lifted her hips to meet my plunging finger.

I couldn’t stop the deep sound that left me, or the rising frantic need that overcame me. My balls were near to bursting, my orgasm about to claim me at the sight of her plump pussy.

I continued to push my finger into her and leaned forward, letting my lips play at the shell of her ear. “Tell me what you want.” I breathed out those two words, loving how her hair shifted from my breath and teased my cheek. She smelled good, fresh and clean, a hint of lemons and a touch of sugar.

She moaned when I added another finger, stretching her tight little hole, working the digit inside her, making her ready for my big cock.

“All you have to do is tell me what you need, baby, and I’ll give it to you.”

She continued to lift her hips, fucking herself on my fingers. “I want to feel good,” she said breathlessly. Elise gasped on the last word when I twisted my fingers inside her, scissoring the digits to stretch her. She was going to need it when I plowed into her.

And that’s what I wanted to hear, wanted her to give me.

Pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth, I slid my tongue along her bottom lip. I ran my thumb over the swollen bundle of her clit again, and she cried out, her pussy gripping my fingers. My cock was so damn hard it ached.

“Yes,” she cried out, and I knew she was close. I could feel it as her inner muscles tightened around me. I knew it would only take a little pressure on her clit and a few steady thrusts inside her, and she’d go off. I removed my fingers from her greedy little body, a groan leaving her in disappointment that I was no longer inside her. “Please.”

“If you want more, all you have to do is tell me.”

“More,” she said without hesitation.

I ran my fingers over one of her breasts, her nipple hard and tight, the chilled air and my touch making the peak tighten even more, as if begging for my mouth. Leaning over, because I couldn’t stop myself, I suctioned my mouth over the turgid tip.

“Yes, Lucius.”

I couldn’t top the feral groan that left me at her flavor. I ran my tongue over her nipple. She tasted so very good, like sweet… mine. Her skin was as smooth as silk, softer even. I knew I’d never get enough. And while I sucked and licked, memorized every little part of her, I moved my hand down her stomach and to the hard little knot of nerves at the top of her pussy. A cry left her, and Elise begged me for more.

Perfection.

“I’m never going to get enough,” I murmured around her flesh. “I’ll never let you go.” I hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud, but her soft moan told me she either didn’t hear me and was too