10: A Midnight Romp

MAEVE

His words only added to my pleasure. They intensified my want and arousal. 

“Look at you,” he didn’t stop thrusting, “all messed up and desperate. I bet you’re dripping into the ground from how much you love being dominated like this.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was dripping and messed up between my thighs. This was something I never knew I was into. With John, it was all vanilla and lullaby sex, but this was a brutal claiming, a sort of degradation fetish that not only pleased me but also aroused me in more ways than one. 

He continued fucking my mouth with reckless abandon till my mouth was sore and I was nothing more than a mess of tears, saliva, and mucus. The more he fucked my mouth, the more my pussy throbbed and begged for attention. When I couldn’t fight it anymore, I slipped my hand in between my thighs and just before I could make contact, he withdrew his dick from my mouth with a pop and yanked me up with a start. 

I haven’t even made sense of what was happening when I pushed against a wall that I realized was a tree. My legs were pulled off the ground to wrap around his waist in a way that bundled my jacket and gown around my waist. And then, Lucien Thorne was in me. 

I screamed. My head fell back against the tree as an unimaginable wave of pleasure came crashing on me, with just a single thrust. If it felt this good when he hadn’t started moving, then I wondered how it’d feel when he starts fucking me for good. 

I didn’t have to wonder for long. He started moving almost immediately. His hands held me by my ass as he moved in my maddening pace that incinerated every other thing apart from this filthy sin that we were drowning in.

“Oh god… please,” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but my mouth couldn’t form more coherent words. I was just an unending mess of moans and pleas and whimpers as he practically fucked me into the tree. 

“Look at you,” he mocked in between thrusts that made me sob, “Getting wrecked out here in the open where anyone could easily see you, including your mother dearest. But I guess she’d be proud of you, hmm? Since he raised you to be this whore that doesn’t mind being used by men.”

“Fuck you, Lucien.”

He grinned, face contorting into harsh, angry lines as he pistoned in and out of me. My words must have angered him because he fucked me even harder. His dick swelled and pulsed in me, and the feeling was too much to be described. He fucked me till I couldn’t take it anymore, till my body was convulsing with pleas and sobs.

“Please, Lucien… go slower, please,” I begged.

“No,” he replied, all harsh and guttural groans, his hold tightened on my ass as he buried himself to the hilt, “this is what you’re made for, so take it like a good girl.” Even though it should be impossible for him to increase his pace, he actually did in a way that made my brain freeze.

He fucked me till I was incapable of stringing words together. I could only moan and whimper and sob. He fucked me till I could feel my insides rearranging, fucked me till my wetness trickled down my thighs. Fucked me till I was so spent and could do nothing but take what he had to give.

“Look at you, all delirious and high from your my cock.”

I wanted to tell him that that makes the two of us, but my orgasm was already crashing down on me in waves that were relentless and unending. I clenched and tightened around him, and he let out a growl before he buried his fangs into the crook of my neck. 

He started feeding off me, and that intensified the pleasure and the force of my orgasm in ways that shouldn’t be possible. The joy was unending and coming from all angles. He fucked me through my orgasm, fucked me till another built up, and explored. He fucked me till he came and poured into me.

He didn’t pull away immediately, and even though the pleasure of being fed on was blinding, I could tell that he was knotted in me. It added to the pleasure. When he finally pulled away, I was so spent and so thoroughly fucked that my legs couldn’t hold me, and I dissolved to the ground. While Lucien Thorne walked away as if he didn’t just rearrange my guts.

I remained there, at probably 3:30 in the morning, after having the best sex of my life with him out here in the open, where anybody could have easily seen us.

And with his cum dripping out of me.