Beauty And Her Obsessors

🍋 Chapter 60: Beach trouble

WARNING: 🍋🍋 smut and mature themes in this chapter!

3rd POV

Out of all things, Freya hadn't expected to spend the noon making love. Lucas, of course, was delighted and couldn't pass up the chance to savor his sweet time alone with her.

Over the past hour of their intense mating, Freya noticed his snake mark engraved on her skin. This time, it was permanent, right on her upper left thigh. Their naked bodies intertwined, clothes thrown to the side. Lucas lay down on the ground with Freya on top, riding him.

"Come on, darling, ride it like you mean it. Shake your hips faster," he commanded with an obvious proud smirk on his face. Freya seeing it pouted hating that smug face of his.

"Wipe that stupid smile off your face," Freya muttered, a little irritated. "Make me" Lucas immediately said, still smiling.

The irritation was soon replaced by the way Lucas's deep voice whispered sweet nothings into her ear, drawing her in. His silver eyes stayed locked on hers as they made love, growing more intense with each moment.

As their passion intensified, so did his words—what started as tender whispers turned into playful commands, laced with perverse teasing. He called her his "good girl," as though expecting her to submit to his every word. Freya didn't know how to feel. Part of her loved the sweet names he gave her, but another part resisted admitting it.

Amid the rising tension, Freya playfully poked his cheek, even as her moans escaped with each movement. The way Lucas grunted and hissed in pleasure whenever she toyed with his cheeks filled her with satisfaction. She stretched and rubbed them, amused by the playful expressions his face contorted into. His cheeks weren't as chubby or soft as her cubs', but she still enjoyed teasing him by poking and pulling at them.

Stretching and touching her cubs' cheeks was different, though—they were small, chubby babies with soft skin, making the experience far more tender.

Normally, Lucas ignore her playful touch, focusing entirely on the pleasure between them, but this time was different. The more Freya teased his face, the more it drew his attention. Finally, just as she was about to stretch his cheek again, Lucas moved quickly, biting her finger in playful revenge. He nipped at her fingers lightly, then sucked on them, his eyes filled with mischief.

Freya pulled her fingers back, flustered by his lewd actions, but Lucas only grinned. "You liked it, didn't you?" he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "What a dirty mind you have." he whispered to her.

He grunted and grabbed her hips, helping her increase the pace. His silver eyes glinted with love-filled lust, his mouth letting out moans mingling with hers. Sometimes his teeth clenched together whenever her walls tightened around his length.

"I'm tired," Freya whined, her thighs beginning to shake with exhaustion.

"Tired?" Lucas snickered, chuckling a little.

She tried to stand up, but Lucas pulled her back down, her core enveloping him once again. He didn't let her stop; instead, he made her go faster. His large hands gripped her waist and thigh, spreading them apart.

"Ah! No more" Freya whined but Lucas laughed it off clearly seeing her lustful face the same as his.

She felt his thrusts as he lifted her body up and down, meeting his movements. Freya moaned louder, feeling both his cocks inside her, one in her core while the other thrusting under her ass.

Mating an hour was torture but also an addiction. Despite her fatigue, she couldn't help but moan out loud, overwhelmed by the immense pleasure. Her body was exhausted, yet with Lucas's hands controlling her every move, there was no end until he decided it was over.