Page 32 of Lorcan's Obsession
"Will you let me have you my way tonight?"
"Y-yes. Yes, you can have me any way you want."
That was my cue. Consent.
I'd expected more of her adorably pouty negotiations before agreeing. Instead, my little counselor had agreed to something she would regret very, very soon.
She had said yes to no cock.
"Will you be a good girl for me?"
"A good girl is boring," she whined.
"The treat,” I whispered in her ear, “will be so good and hard for you, baby."
"I'll-I'll be a good girl. A very good girl."
Her legs wrapped around my waist as I lifted her up. In the face of her eagerness, I felt a little bad bending the truth. Tristen was the only person who could make me change my plans in an instant to please her. But if I wanted her to know I was serious, there was a plan to be followed. Otherwise, I'd be last night's takeout by tomorrow evening, and that wasn't an option.
Primal urges drew my fingers to the swells of her ass, massaging her while walking us to the bedroom. Soft whimpers fled from her lips while she sucked at my neck, marking me, driving me crazy.
I eased her down on the bed, trailing pepper kisses along her body. From the slant of her jaw to her mouth, her neck, down the valley between her fleshy globes, I left my own loving marks on her flesh. It took all my nerve not to latch my mouth on her perfect set of knockers or that special area between her legs. That would be my main course tonight, and I would not be interrupted again.
"I want to kiss the ground you walk on, Tristen," I declared, kneeling down on the soft Persian rug, taking her feet in my hands, stroking and caressing them. "But since that's not entirely possible, I will adore the feet that walk on it."
Fire burned in her eyes as I lowered my mouth. When I kissed the arch close to her ankle, a sharp mewl escaped her lips. She closed her eyes, and her head dropped back on the bed.
So this was one of her erogenous zones. Tonight, I'd explore every inch of her body and learn every secret to make her scream my name in the shortest time possible. I gawked greedily at the impeccably groomed, icy-white painted toenails like they were my challenger in a fight. A fight I had to win.
With a vicious glint and a mischievous smile, I latched on her pinky toe and sucked. Tristen shuddered, hands fisting the covers, her head lashing side to side. Her squeals were music to my ears, fueling my hunger. And I ravaged those ten beautiful toes like it was my last meal on earth.
She. Came. Screaming.
I thought my drums would rupture from how loudly she shrieked my name.
Who knew I had such a freaky girl?
12
OAKMOSS
“You are so wet for me, baby.”
I teased my fingers up and down over the soaked fabric of her panties as her hips shot up and her back bowed to me.
“L-Lorcan,” she panted, “take…take off my panties.”
I did as she asked, peeling them down her legs and then bunching them in a tight fist. I took a long, hard sniff. “Mmm, these are mine now.”
Her lidded eyes fluttered open, her chest rising and falling with short breaths. “Those are my favorite.” She propped up on her elbows, pouting. “What about the ones I left here last time?”
Ah. She remembers. I hovered over her, stretching an arm and opening my bedside drawer to toss in her panties. Were all the details about that afternoon implanted in her mind like they’d been in mine?
“The cleaning lady found them before I did. Robbed me of your sweet, arousing scent. But this time”—I fanned a balmy breath over her ear— “this time, I’ll frame them myself.”
“F-frame?”
“Yes.” My hand snaked down and fondled her tit. “Your green panties will look incredible in a white frame above my headboard. Every night before I sleep, I’ll remember how wet you were for me. And when my cock is in my hand, it’ll be to the memory of us tonight.”