Something takes hold of me and I turn on my heels and, with cat like movements, I place my hands on Lucien's shoulders and push him back. I pressure his shoulders, forcing him to go down; he obliges, lowering his body and going down to his knees. The moment he’s there I push him, laying him across the floor, and climb on top. He grabs my ass immediately, cupping my cheeks as I sit across his thighs; with one hand I grab his cock, pointing it upward. Breathing as slowly as I can, I ease myself down, his cock sliding inside of me once more. It pierces me to the hilt, his glans pressed hard against my insides.
I lean forward, my hair falling down my shoulders as I stare into his eyes. Unblinking, I start to rock my body, swaying my hips over his cock under the guidance of his hands.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” I tell him, my heart suddenly feeling tight inside my chest. It doesn’t matter how I feel toward him, ours is a forbidden romance. Sure, it might get the adrenaline flowing, but what about the future? What about when I’m alone in my bed, my body crying out for him? He places his hand on my cheek, a gentle smile on his lips, and my heart starts to melt.
“Me too, Kerri,” he simply says, the words as genuine as they could ever be. Raising his head, he reaches for my mouth, softly pressing his lips against mine. We kiss softly, our touch electric but gentle. This is Lucien. He can be rough and dominant, and the next very moment he turns into the sweetest man. His lips on mine, I feel all anxieties about the future melting away, and my mind gets back on track, focused only on what’s happening right now.
I close my eyes, my body swaying softly as he thrusts slightly, his cock moving in and out of me at a gentle pace. We go on like that for seconds, minutes, hours—I don’t know and I don’t care. Here with him I’m lost and, at the same time, I’m found. Time is unimportant.
Our rhythm grows into a crescendo, my hips moving eagerly against his as I feel that familiar fire burning inside of me. With one hand on my ass and the other grabbing my right breast, he rocks his body against mine, his movements matching my own. For a change, I’m the one leading the charge right now, but I hold no illusions: I’m only leading because he’s allowing me to do it. True to his nature, he doesn’t allow that to last.
One arm around my lower back, he hooks his fingers on my waist and, with a sudden movement, rolls me to the side. In the blink of an eye he’s on top of me, my back flattening against the floor.
His cock never leaves my pussy and, as soon he settles into position, he starts to thrust again. I part my legs as wide as I can, willing him to go as deep as possible. Crossing them over his lower back, I pull into him, urging him to go faster and faster.
Ravaging me in abandonment, Lucien starts to kiss me, his hungry lips on mine. I open my mouth, my tongue pushing against his in a frenzied dance of lust. I place my hand behind his head, grabbing a handful of his hair as our bodies mesh into one another.
He never eases the pace, relentlessly ramming his cock into me until all my sense of self begins to dilute. I feel my pussy starting to contract and, before I can prepare for it, I’m coming. My legs become tense, hooking him in and not allowing him to move as I bury my fingernails on his back, harshly enough to draw blood.
“Oh God,” I moan in a hushed tone, throwing my head back as I try and catch my breath. But, once again, he doesn’t allow any time for breaks: still without pulling his cock out, he places his hands under my knees and raises my legs, placing them over his shoulders as he goes to his knees. I shut my eyes and grit my teeth, panting as I feel his cock sliding one more wonderful inch deep into me. He leans into me then, pushing my legs as his shoulders move toward mine; I go as far as I can, my ass lifting from the floor a
s my legs bend awkwardly over my own body. His cock sheathed, he starts to trust, pumping his cock into me with maddening precision. “Oh, Lucien… Oh,” I moan, still unable to open my eyes as lava rages through my veins, scorching everything in its way.
“Shh,” he whispers, hushing me as keeps thrusting, his cock, pistoning into me at a perfect tempo. He brushes his finger against my lips and, guided by the sinful cravings inside of me, I just open my mouth and let it in, sucking hard and still feeling the flavor of my own juices there.
“I’m going to…” I start, but the words die in my throat as my limbs start to thrash, my whole body convulsing as if the connection to my brain simply disappeared. I come again, my lungs working overtime as I try to breathe deeply, every single muscle in my body feeling as if it had been stepped on. I’m spent, exhausted. I can’t speak or think and, even though I open my eyes, I see nothing but white. Pleasure has me in a trance, and I’m mute and blind. The only thing my overworked brain can still process is his touch. The moment he starts to slide his cock out of me, I shudder violently, a shiver climbing up my spine.
I force my eyes open and stare into his, my chest rising and falling at a more steady pace now. Propping myself up on my elbows, I sit up, my fluids dripping down my thighs. Acting as if it had a mind of its own, my hands reach for him. I wrap one around his cock, using the other to cup his balls. I start to stroke him, my eyes never leaving his as I flick my wrist, my fingers curled tight around his shaft.
“I want your mouth,” he whispers, a grin on his face. I don’t even think about it; I just learn forward and part my lips, sliding them over his glans and all the way down. As I reach the base, I go back up, moving my neck back and forth as I suck on him hard. Every time I reach his tip I stop for a few seconds, twisting my tongue on his glans and lapping at it before going down again. Not a minute after I started, he places his hands on my head, forcing me to go faster. My mouth is flying over his shaft, all of my movements nothing more than a blur. He’s breathing hard, his fingers like claws inside my hair, but I don’t stop. I keep going, pushing past my exhaustion until I have him dangling over the edge.
His cock spasms once, and I slide my mouth all the way up to his glans. It spasms again and I roll my lips out, slowly sucking as his cock pops out of my mouth. A wide smile on my face, I start to stroke him as hard as I can, moving my whole arm as I go up and down his cock. The third time he spasms, his cock shoots a thick rope of cum in my direction, his semen flying in an arch and hitting me straight in the chest. I don’t stop moving my hand, his semen completely covering my breasts and dripping down my stomach. He’s still spasming when I feel strands of his sliding down from my chest to between my thighs, blending in my own wetness.
Wanting to taste him, I angle his cock upward and open my mouth, sticking out my tongue. In a heartbeat he coats my tongue, the flavor of his warm semen making my mind buzz with delight. I wait until I feel my mouth brimming with his cum and, as soon as his cock stops spasming, I smack my lips and swallow, my eyes never leaving his.
“Good girl,” he says, smiling while he reaches for my lips with his thumb and wipes off a stray drop of cum. Slowly, I peel my fingers off his cock, the last strands of semen still dripping down his shaft.
“This… was amazing,” I mutter, my body still alight with pleasure.
“No,” he replies, that kind smile of his dancing on his lips. “It was perfect. It always is with you.”
Lucien Stone, where have you been all of my life?
Lucien
You know, my life has been pretty fucking shitty so far, but for the longest time if you’d have asked me, I wouldn’t have given a fuck.
Not so, anymore, amigo. I’ve got a fucking purpose now all of a sudden.
Sure, I’m still a fucking inmate. I’m broke, fucked up because of a life sentence for a crime I didn’t commit, and constantly on the lookout for anyone who might want to try and make himself a rep by stabbing me with a home made shiv.
But aside from all that, I’ve got purpose and determination. I know what I need to do.
You probably already know why, but let me spell it out for you just in case you need to understand one last time.
Kerri Curtis. The fucking light of my life.
Am I falling in love with her? I don’t know, man. But I will tell you this. Three weeks ago, if you'd have asked me that question, I would've either laughed at you or hit you in the fucking nose depending on who you were and where you were asking. But now? Now…I’m just going to shrug it off and tell you I don’t know the answer to that question.