Three Means 1

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   (A/N: Chapter is filled with adult content 18+, sexual content. Read at your own discretion.)

    She twisted her wrist, pulling her hand free from his grip, and he finally let go with a low, frustrated growl. But letting her go didn't mean he was backing off. His large and warm hands cupped her face, holding her in place as his hips snapped forward. Deep. The force of it made her gasp, her eyes rolling shut, but her now liberated hands found their way to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she arched into him.

    Her fingers tightened, as her nails scraped just enough to leave a sting. As the thrusts continued getting faster and the climax getting closer, she found a spot of hair she could tug on hard enough to keep his head back. He slowed his rhythm, smirking down at her. He knew how much she enjoyed dominating him.

    "You like it when I take control, don't you?" She whispered, her voice low and commanding. "Let me ride you."

    He didn't need to be asked twice. In a smooth motion, he shifted, letting her take her place on top of him. She wasted no time, sinking down until he filled her completely. The stretch, the perfect fit, it made her head fall back and her lips parted in a moan. She started a slow pace, teasing him, watching his face as he clenched his jaw and gripped her hips like his life depended on it.

    "Fuck, baby" He groaned, his voice broken. She moved faster, rolling her hips in a way that made him dig his fingers into her skin.

    "I love seeing you melt like that under me." Shesaid breathlessly, leaning forward. Her breasts swayed with each motion, drawing his eyes to them, as his hands roamed, cupping and teasing, rough one moment, respectful the next.

    He brought one hand down to her ass and delivered a sharp slap, making her gasp and stop her movements for only a second.

    "Do that again." She demanded, her voice shaking. He obeyed, spanking her harder this time. She threw her head back, her body trembling as she rode him, chasing her climax. He was close too; she could feel it in the way his muscles tensed beneath her, the way his length pulsed inside her. Just as he was about to come, she pulled away and his needy groan only fueled her own need.

    She wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft and pumped him quickly, while her other hand found its way between her legs. She pressed into him, their moans tangled together as he came and his thick release spilled over his stomach. Just seeing it pushed her over the edge, her own climax hitting hard as her legs went weak and trembled beneath her.

    She collapsed beside him. Her chest moved up and down heavily, as she tried to catch her breath. He lay there, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, as well. But she wasn't done. Not yet. There was a fire inside of her that did not allow her to rest. She wanted more. Now that she had finally felt what it was like to have him inside of her, she wanted to be filled at all times.

    Lazily, she reached out, trailing her fingers through the evidence of his pleasure. She traced circles on his skin. When his eyes opened, heavy with exhaustion, she smiled at him.

    "Look at you." She murmured, her voice low and teasing. "Hard for me again."

    He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. "You're insatiable."

    "You yearn for it." To prove her point, she slid her fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them as her eyes locked on his. His eyes darkened.

    "You're a perv." He whispered. "You're going to be the death of me."

    Her laugh was soft. "Then die happy."

    Pierre reached out, his hand curling around her wrist to stop her teasing fingers. His lips quirked into a smirk and his eyes were heavy lidded.

    "Dulce" He murmured, his voice low and velvety. "As much as I'd love to spend the rest of the night fucking you..." His thumb brushed slow circles over her wrist "We both need sleep. You'll thank me in the morning."

    She pouted. "I'm not tired. And you don't look like you are either." Her eyes flicked down to the clear evidence of his arousal, and she bit her lip, as her fingers trailed dangerously close to his length again.

    He caught her hand before she could tempt him further and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Trust me, you'll need your strength for tomorrow. I plan to ruin you." His voice dropped an octave, which created butterflies in her stomach.

    Her breathing hitched, but she refused to give in so easily. She leaned in closer so that her lips brushed against his ear. "We're already here. I'm already ready."

    He groaned softly, his head tilting back at the feel of her lips on his neck. For a moment, he almost gave in. But then, with a deep breath, he caught her chin between his thumb and index, forcing her to look at him.

    "I want you begging for it tomorrow." He whispered. "I want you thinking about it all day, about how I'm going to have you exactly how I want, for as long as I want." His words were torture for her. Her cheeks flushed and her lips parted, as her mind imagined all of it vividly.

    "But" He added, his voice softening as he brushed a strand of hair from her face "you need to sleep first." She swore he had never looked more irresistible.

    Dulce exhaled a shaky breath. "You're such a tease."

    Pierre chuckled, his lips brushing hers in a light kiss. "Only for you." He then pressed her back gently into the pillows, tucking her in as if daring her to disobey him.

    He lay beside her with one arm over her possessively..

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    The morning light filtered through the neon curtains, as Dulce moved around in the sheets. She wasn't quite awake yet, but there was something waking her from her dreams. She felt a warm breath over her skin, followed by the familiar light press of lips brushing against her inner thigh.

    Her body reacted before her mind fully caught up and her breath changed as the kisses grew bolder, moving higher.

    "Pierre..." she murmured, while her thighs shifted to invite him closer.

    He smiled and his lips paused exactly where she wanted them most. "Good morning." His voice was sinful.

    She propped herself up on her elbows, blinking down at him. "This is how you wake me up now?" She teased, with an unsteady breathing.

    He knew exactly what he was doing to her. His lips pressed one more kiss to her thigh, while his hands rested on either side of her hips. "You seemed like you could use some encouragement to start the day." He murmured.

    Her fingers found his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she tried to guide him higher, closer, where she desperately needed him. But Pierre was quicker and pulled back just as she began to tug.

    "Nuh-uh" He said firmly. He stood up, his eyes shining as he adjusted the waistband of his pajama pants. "We don't have time for that right now."

    Dulce rolled her eyes. "You can't be serious."

    "Oh, I'm very serious." He said, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to her lips. "There's a party to get ready for. Remember? We have a schedule to keep."

    Her body ached for his touch. She flopped back onto the pillows, as Pierre stood, stretching in a way that was entirely too on purpose, the muscles of his back and arms flexing in the light. "I'll go wake Angelo. You need to decide what to wear. Something sexy for me, hm?" He smiled before making his way to the door.

    "Pierre!" She called after him, desperately.

    He turned. "Oh, and if you keep rolling your eyes at me, I will fuck you until you cry."