Page 18 of The Call She Made That He Never Answered
I wanted him to pull out, give me a second. But my body betrayed me, clenching greedily, chasing the friction. Until a sharp urge built deep inside. I arched, screaming as liquid gushed out in a shameful flood. I came. Yeah, I knew that much.From his casual fingering, I lost it. Embarrassed as hell, but craving more.
The bed dipped. Slick hands spread my thighs wide. Before I could think, his full lips covered my pulsing core.
He sucked hard, swallowing it all.
My heart squeezed. "No, Lucas!"
"Tastes good," he mumbled, licking again. I squirmed, but his tongue sped up, long and firm, lapping the seam. Soon, I gaped open, slick and obscene.
He was damn good—honed on who knows how many women.
His tongue plunged deep, sometimes light flicks, mostly brutal thrusts like a beast rutting. He panted heavily, tongue twisting inside, circling quivering walls.
Another wave built. To hold it back, I gripped his hair, sinking into the mattress, hips grinding against his face.
He lifted my ass higher. Tongue drilled in, nose grinding my clit.
"Relax, Ella." His breath hot and ragged. When he curled it around that deep spot, I shattered. Liquid surged like a dam breaking, body convulsing as I screamed his name, bucking into him. He slurped noisily, every drop down his throat.
In the aftershocks, I heard his belt unbuckle, fabric rustling. He tossed his clothes, parting the bed curtains. Dim light revealed him stroking a massive cock, veins bulging, tip glistening.
"Lucas, please..." Scared of the size, but my body ached to be filled. Even my nipples throbbed.
"So eager?" He laughed, edged with cruelty.
Knees nudged my thighs apart. His scorching tip pressed my entrance.
The head inched in, way thicker than fingers. My folds quivered, struggling.
Inexperienced, but I tried. Lifted my hips, taking him deeper bit by bit. Each inch stretched me fuller, a tingling pleasure rippling out, nerves screaming. Soon, I hit my limit, stuffed to the brim.
"You look fucking irresistible. Gonna fuck you till you can't walk."
His dirty words lit me up. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my stomach, scorching. He stared at our join, eyes reddening with danger. It scared me.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Ella, don't pull away." He inhaled sharply, hands clamping my hips, fingers digging like nails.
Danger hit too late. He lunged forward, massive frame crushing me, mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking hard as he drove deeper.
Pleasure crashed over me. I arched up.
"Almost there, Ella," he mumbled around it.
Fresh pain swelled. I realized. "No, Lucas... don't..."
But he had me locked. No escape. He forced my thighs against him, head grinding deeper, slow and relentless, doubling the force. The stretch burned, sweat pouring, every second agony.
"You're doing great... Ella... look how much you've taken..."
He paused, voice admiring. I whimpered, at my edge, words failing. Just when I thought it was over, his cock swelled inside, slamming forward, filling me completely.
God, there was more outside?
The thrust hit my core, stomach quaking. I yelped.
My walls gushed to accommodate, sucking him with wet slaps.
