“Hands and knees,” I tell Lux after placing her onto the fresh sheets.
Luxury does my bidding on the bed. She places her hands down at request. Her back arches, and my eyes not only take in such a heavenly round ass but gather a glimpse of cloying walls. My heavy hand goes to the small of her back, pushing it inward slightly, creating art. Her ass lifts. The jewel I will soon possess becomes even more visible. Damn, it’s soaking wet and waiting.
Peering over her shoulder, Luxury bites her lip and watches me, now a predator to my prey. I lose control while shedding my clothing and slip on a condom. Leaning down, I kiss her lips again. She’s now prey once more, sighing as she takes in my muscular naked body.
I place my hands on her hips and plunge into her pussy. It’s tighter than expected. More desirable than I imagined.
My fingers grip her ass as my thrusts become quicker. I reach for her neck and push her head down more. The effect has her cunt strangling my dick. I pull out, gliding back and forth, ultra wet from her juices.
“Vic!” Luxury screams as I slam back into her. Her back arches even more, and she rides out her first orgasm. Her pussy is in the making of being amazingly molded to me.
Luxury releases her second orgasm like a panting, quivering mess. I’m addicted to bringing about that same satisfaction over and over again. That sound, that fuck face of hers captivates and encourages me. Calculating my movements, I flip her around. Luxury’s legs come up to my chest, and I dive back inside this sweet heaven. She’s as malleable as I require. I worship her sexy toes, licking each one before crossing her legs at the ankle. Sliding Luxury’s legs toward her body, she gasps against my mouth as I fuck her relentlessly.
My breath’s ragged, and I’m no longer frustrated by Luxury’s disobeying me. I’ve obtained my goal. That fuck face again.
Orgasm number four seems to have Luxury in one of those drunken states. Smooth legs tremble as if my dick was her first shot of a narcotic. She screams, “Yes, yess. Victorrrrr.”
Her legs rest on my shoulders. I flip her effortlessly, enthralled by her lovely arse, and then again, prepared to take it slow for the long haul.
“Please.” Lux appeals to some shred of humanity she believes I still have. “I can’t. Victor, I . . . can’t keep cumming!” Luxury’s voice is sweeter than honey, softer than silk as she begs, “Cum, please, Vic!”
She grabs my arse cheeks, seeking control.
It’s easy to ignore her pleas. Between each plow to her cervix, I grunt out, “You called me a fucking beast. I’m obligated to kill this little cunt, Luxury.”
“Oh! Gahhh . . . you’re killing me. You’re killing me,” she gasps as I piston through her.
Luxury’s voice becomes raw.
The sound almost begs my cock to sink between her lovely lips. I taste her, and she pants against my mouth, breath teasing my jaw.
I find that exact second, the exact time to strike. With misty eyes, Lux cries out, and at that very moment, my cum explodes inside the sheath of Luxury’s body.Damn.
My body instantly weakens, and I fall to the side of her flushed body.
“Don’t,” she murmurs as I start off the bed.
“Never,” I tell her, allowing one of my legs to fall over the side of my Little One’s hips, so I don’t crush her body with my weight.
Never? Vic, that was rather stately.When sex is involved, my nobility never comes into play, and rarely do I act with the best of intentions either. Tonight though, I hold the gorgeous girl.
The gentle rise and fall of Luxury’s breast awakens me. The last time Isleptwith a woman, I was closer to Luxury’s age. Usually, I’m considering my next mission, having sworn off shagging until I’ve desecrated my current target. X-member always comes first, even before being a royal duke.
With Miss Whitson, I’ve dismantled every rule. I wasn’t even supposed to fuck her tonight. She’d beg, and I’d train her smart, defiant mouth. Now, with three a.m. behind me, I untwine myself from Luxury’s arms and settle into a suede chaise lounge across from her. I watch her sleep, the air peppered with our sex. She’s peaceful, for a while, then she’s not.
At her whimpering, I groan under my breath, “What have you endured, Little One?”
I haven’t watched a woman sleep in ages. I wonder if I should wake Luxury from the torturous nightmare. As she frets, I run a heavy hand over the back of my neck, intoxicated by the thought of knowing her secrets. Time passes, and her sobbing quiets to nothing.
First light creeps in, skimming Luxury’s skin. The otherworldly glow washes over her.
Tiny.
Curvaceous.
Vulnerable.
The sun seems to scatter those radiant-freckled diamonds, compelling the man in me. Not the killer. Not the one who shuns the requirements of a duke. But a mere man beguiled.