15: I Want It In Me

MAEVE

I was flushed against him like I weighed nothing. The pleasure didn't start slowly. It started all at once. It was blinding. It was intoxicating. It made me hungrier. Wetter. Made my pussy gush and ache. I was gasping and whimpering from it all, and my hands were roaming all over my body with an intense need for something even stronger. 

“Yes, please, Lucien.” I moaned shamelessly, my mind lost on the science of how this was possible. How could I get this much blinding pleasure from something that was supposed to cause me intense pain? I didn't even care how this was possible. I just love this highness. This unending pleasure 

Lucien made low growls and groans that were straight to my core and made me rub myself shamelessly against his crotch. He was hard, and the friction we made made my head spin. When I wrapped my hand around his length, he tore his mouth away from me with a growl, and he barely even looked at me before he turned me around and pressed me against his desk. 

I gasped at the suddenness, and my nipples tightened into painfully hard knots when my chest brushed against the coolness of the dark woods of his desk. I barely had time to adjust when he dragged my pants, and they fell to my ankles. My panties were torn away, and when his fingers made contact with my wetness, I became a mess of wanton sounds while he chuckled. 

“Soaked as usual, Maeve,” he rubbed back and forth over the pussy while I moaned and gasped and whimpered, “is that how much you're desperate for your stepbrother's cock?”

I could only nod, and he pinched my clit. I saw stars, literal colorful stars at the onslaught of pain and pleasure. 

“Words, stepsister,” he drilled two digits into me while his thumb mindlessly massaged my clit. I screamed, “Or we'd be here all day. Tell me what you want and how badly you want it.”

“Please, Lucien,” I begged shamelessly, “just fuck me, please. I need your cock in me.”

I heard his grin before the tip of his dick brushed over my sensitive and soaked folds. My ass rose to receive him, and when he slid into me, it was the most intoxicating moment of my life. 

“Fuck,” I gasped, just as he started to move. His hand wrapped around my ponytail, pulled it back in a way that made my back arch to make him plunge in deeper and better. My moans were nonstop and incoherent. My boobs dangled against the desk while he fucked me like I was nothing but his obedient little slut.

He delivered occasional smacks to my ass cheeks, and that only intensified my reactions to him. 

“Look at you,” he mocked in between thrusts, “like my cock like the slut that you are. Isn't this what you've always wanted? The reason why you moved back home and got yourself into my company?”

I wanted to tell him to shut up. That he was wrong about me, but how could I even form a coherent thought when he was fucking me this hard? When he was arranging my insides and making me wetter with each deep thrust? 

I was so wet that my liquid was trickling down my thighs. 

“God,” he groaned when I clenched around him, “you're so fucking tight, Maeve. So perfectly made that I could fuck this pussy all day.”

He slipped up, and that praise went straight to my head, “You'll like that, don't you? Getting fucked all day like a nasty little plaything.”

God! The dirty talks, delivered in that deep voice of his, made me gush more, and he noticed. He noticed because he switched angles so his dick was poised and entering me from the left side instead of the center, and his palm came crashing down on my right ass cheek with every two thrusts. 

It was maddening. It was an unending sequence of pleasure that my stomach tightened, made me drag my fingernails on the thick wood of his desk till they left a mark. 

My orgasm came down in waves. It wasn't one blinding one. It was unending. It made my body jerk and spasm, made my legs shake and tremble. He fucked me through it. Fucked me till his hold tightened around my ponytail. Till he came with a loud growl and in me with spurts of his cum. He stepped away, and the sensation of his cum trickling down my thighs made me further weak in the knees. 

I collapsed breathlessly on the desk, and at the back of my mind, I registered that Lucien had entered his toilet. 

I lay there, spent, tired, with breath ragged and uneven. My legs were still shaking. I could still feel the sensation of being stuffed full by him. I was thoroughly fucked but still in need of more. 

God! What kind of sex obsessed whore was I becoming? And why was it towards Lucien Thorne of all people? 

I managed to drag myself up, pulled my pants up, and zipped them when my eyes caught sight of a tiny circular object on the floor. I picked it up. 

It was the ring on Lucien’s finger. The same one Theo had drawn my attention to. I observed it carefully. There was nothing unique about the ring at all. In fact, staring at it up close, there was no reason for someone like Lucien Thorne to wear this kind of ring. 

The door to the bathroom burst open then, startling me with a force that neatly made me drop the ring. Lucien stepped out, all furious and venomous, like he looked a few minutes ago before he claimed me. The only difference was that he looked angrier right now, and I held my breath as he stalked towards me.

“Was that your end goal? Making me lose my mind so you could slip that ring off me?” he snapped as he snatched the ring out of my hand. 

I was thrown off by the lack of sense in his words. There was no reason whatsoever for me to be interested in slipping his ring off his finger. I opened my mouth to talk, but a smell cut me off. 

A burning smell. The smell of burning flesh. I looked around the office. Nothing was burning. 

“Can you smell that?”

He slipped his ring back on, and his body instantly relaxed. The burning smell reduced too. I stared at him, confused and wondering what the hell was going on.

“Lucien, what…”

“Get out, Maeve.”

“But…”

“Just get the fuck out of my office!”