world we created, paul lahote

Chapter 38

Lucia watches Paul as he stands before her, clad in nothing but a pair of boxers. She could see the prominent bulge of his cock straining through the fabric, a wet patch forming where his pre-cum stained the material. They'd fucked all day. From the bedroom to the bathroom to the kitchen. Each surface used to support Lucia's plaint form as Paul devoured her in ways that had her toes curling and her eyelids fluttering shut.

He didn't seem to be tired though. From the lustful glint in his eye to how hard he got from a simple glance her way, Lucia wasn't sure if she'd be able to keep up with him. It didn't mean she wouldn't try, however. She squeezed her eyes together and Paul tracked the movement, his lips spreading into a wicked grin. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as if he were staring at a delicious meal before him.

He moved her feet apart, widening her legs for him so he could fit between them. He leans down, their lips mere inches apart. The air is thick with sexual tension and Paul can smell the arousal pooling between Lucia's legs. He teases her, hearing how her heart thumped in her chest in anticipation of him kissing her. He feathers a kiss on her lips that has her craving more and she instinctively leans forward, chasing his lips.

Not a moment later, Paul latches onto her jaw with his hand and firmly presses their lips together, a startled sound escaping Lucia. It's heated and naughty, something you'd see in a porno as their teeth clash and tongues meet in a fiery embrace.

He dominates her, feasting her mouth like a man starving. Lucia can do nothing but submit to him, her thighs squeezing his legs in an attempt to cool the pressure between her thighs. She craved him, wanted him more than she wanted to breathe at that moment and he gave it to her. Her hands reached up and clung to his forearm to steady herself as he devoured her willing mouth.

Paul tilts her head, deepening the kiss and pressing himself closer to her, allowing their lips to mould together as they had countless times before. She can feel his other hand wandering down to the hem of her shirt before he pulls away and strips her of her shirt. She's bare before him, her recently tender breast cupped in his large hand as he kneads and toys with it, her nipple pebbling at the sensation.

He trails kisses from her mouth to her jaw, each kiss a firm stamp on her skin to remind her who she belonged to as he belonged to her. She tilted her head back, her eyes closing instinctively and her hips rolling in an attempt to soothe the ache that grew as he continued to prepare her for him.

He moves away and moves her so that she's lying flat on her back on the couch, him hovering over her, his hips between her thighs, not too far from her wet pussy. Her dragged his tongue across her neck and she arched, her head pressed into the soft couch cushions. He continued down her body, leaving sickies as he made his way down to her cunt. She was nothing more than putty in his hands and she couldn't complain in the slightest.

He stopped at her breasts, his eyes darkening at the sight. He cups them in his hands again, kneading the tender flesh as Lucia whimpers softly at the feeling. He looks up at her and then back down at her tits, pinching the hardened nipples. "Have they gotten bigger?"

"I don't think so," Lucia breathed as she looked down with furrowed brows. She doesn't for long as he latches onto one and her lips part, the sensation of his wet tongue on her tender breast nothing short of satisfactory.

Paul alternated between her breasts, paying equal attention to the ample mounds before making his way to her pussy. He rids her of her shorts and her panties, settling between her thighs with her legs propped over his shoulders. His lips find her clit and suck the bundle of nerves drawing a moan from Lucia who slowly tolls her hips following his tongue.

He dips his tongue inside of her before dragging it back up to her clit, watching the pleasure-filled emotions that dance on her face. It's intoxicating and Lucia can feel her orgasm approach within the short time he's been between her legs. It's as if he brought heaven to earth just for her and she would be lying if she didn't say he did it every time.