Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

A lice

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Please…”

Lucas smiled. “Please what, ma chère ? Is there something you’d like to ask your sponsor to do?”

I gazed up at Lucas, my face burning with shame and arousal. His blue eyes bored into mine, demanding an answer. I squirmed under his intense stare, acutely aware of how exposed I was—legs spread wide, my most intimate places on display.

“I… I don’t know,” I whimpered, torn between my desperate need for release and my lingering modesty.

Lucas tsked softly. “I think you do know, Alice. You just need to find the courage to ask for what you want.” His fingers traced teasing circles on my inner thighs. “Tell me what you need, ma petite salope .”

The crude term of endearment sent a jolt through me. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t crave his touch and his cruel words. But my body betrayed me, arching into his caress.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please touch me again.”

“Touch you where?” Lucas prompted, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze as I forced out the words. “My… my pussy. Please touch my pussy.”

Lucas chuckled darkly. “Good girl,” he purred. “But I think we can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your pretty little cunt.”

My eyes flew open in shock at his crude language: I couldn’t seem to get used to his casual, arrogant use of the c-word. But before I could protest, his thumb found my clit.

I gasped as Lucas’ thumb pressed against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure sparked through me, breaking down the last of my resistance.

“Please,” I moaned, beyond caring how wanton I sounded. “Please lick me there again. Use your mouth on my… on my cunt.”

The word felt foreign on my tongue, dirty and thrilling. Lucas rewarded me with a pleased smile.

“That’s my good girl,” he purred. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He lowered his head once more, his hot breath fanning over my most intimate places. I tensed in anticipation, my hips lifting slightly off the bed. When his tongue finally made contact, sweeping along my slick folds, I cried out in ecstasy.

Lucas growled approvingly against me, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through my core. His clever tongue explored every inch of me, alternating between broad strokes and teasing flicks. When he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked gently, I thought I might lose my mind.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my hands fisting in the bedsheets. “Please don’t stop.”

Lucas redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling intricate patterns over my swollen bud. I could feel the tension building low in my belly, my release hovering just out of reach. My hips bucked against Lucas’ face, chasing that elusive peak.

Just as I teetered on the edge, Lucas lifted his face again.

“Is there anything else you’d like, ma chère ?”

I stared at Lucas, my face burning with shame and desire. His icy blue eyes held mine, demanding an answer. My mind raced, torn between the desperate need for release and the last vestiges of my modesty.

“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, squirming under his intense gaze.

Lucas’ lips curved into a knowing smile. “Perhaps,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, “you’d like something big and hard in this sweet little cunt of yours?”

A sob caught in my throat, mortification and arousal warring inside me. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t crave the degradation and possession. But my treacherous body ached for his touch, for the fullness he promised.

“Please,” I whimpered, tears of shame spilling down my cheeks. “Please… f-fuck me.”

Lucas chuckled darkly. “All in good time, ma chère ,” he purred. “But first…” His hand drifted lower, fingers ghosting over my sensitive flesh. “Now, you little whore, it’s time to come.”

His skilled fingers found my clit, circling the swollen bud with expert precision. Pleasure sparked through me, hot and urgent. I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand.

“Tell me who this little cunt belongs to,” Lucas demanded, increasing the pressure. “Say it.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, beyond caring how wanton I sounded. “Please… no…” By that point I knew I didn’t mean it, really; something inside me had already acknowledged, shameful though it was, that my pussy didn’t belong to me anymore, but to the world-famous man who had decided he wanted to buy it for his personal use. But something else in me, in some rebellious corner of my head, knew that the more I resisted, the better it would feel when my new sponsor broke me.

Lucas’ eyes flashed dangerously as he abruptly pulled his hand away. I whimpered at the loss of contact, my hips lifting desperately, seeking his touch.

“No, Alice,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “You don’t get to come until you acknowledge who owns this pretty little cunt.”

I squirmed on the bed, torn between shame and desperate need. Lucas loomed over me, his powerful body a reminder of his dominance. His blue eyes bored into mine, demanding submission.

“Tell me,” he insisted. “Who does this cunt belong to?”

I bit my lip, tears of frustration and humiliation welling in my eyes. “Please,” I whispered.

Lucas’ hand came down sharply on my inner thigh, the sting making me yelp. “Answer me,” he demanded.

“You!” I cried out. “It belongs to you, Monsieur !”

A satisfied smile spread across Lucas’ face. “That’s right,” he purred. “This sweet little cunt is all mine.”

His fingers returned to my aching center, circling my clit with maddening precision. I gasped, pleasure sparking through me once more.

“Look at me,” Lucas commanded.

I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed me—my legs spread wide, Lucas’ hand between them, his eyes locked on mine as he touched me, commanded me, unlocked the pleasure inside my… my…

My hot, wet cunt.

Lucas’ fingers worked expertly between my legs, building the tension higher and higher. I gazed up at him, transfixed by the intensity in his ice-blue eyes. My hips rocked against his hand, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach.

“That’s it,” Lucas purred. “Let go for me, ma chère . Show me how good it feels when I play with my little cunt.”

His crude words sent a jolt of electricity through me. I should have been mortified, but instead I felt a perverse thrill at being reduced to nothing more than a plaything for his pleasure.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I’m so close…”

Lucas increased the pressure, his thumb circling my clit as two fingers plunged inside me. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as the first waves of orgasm crashed over me.

“Look at me,” Lucas commanded. “I want to see your face as you come for me.”

With monumental effort, I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze as pleasure pulsed through my body. Lucas watched me intently, drinking in every gasp and shudder.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Such a good girl, coming so prettily for me.”

His fingers continued to work between my legs, drawing out my climax until I was trembling and oversensitive. Only then did he withdraw his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to my lips.

“Taste this little cunt, my sweet, gorgeous whore,” he demanded.

I sobbed with shame and need. I tasted. The heady flavor made me feel even further away from my body, and yet every sensation seemed to reach me in my distant galaxy with crystal clarity.

Lucas watched with hungry eyes as I licked my own arousal from his fingers. A low growl rumbled in his chest, his gaze darkening with lust.

“Good girl,” he purred. “Now it’s time for your reward.”

He straightened up, towering over me as his hands moved to his belt buckle. I watched, transfixed, as he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, long and thick and proudly erect.

I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped my lips at the sight of it. Lucas was massive, intimidatingly so. The head of his cock glistened with pre-cum, a testament to his arousal.

“Like what you see, ma chère ?” Lucas asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

I nodded mutely, unable to tear my eyes away from his impressive manhood. Lucas chuckled darkly as he stroked himself slowly.

“This is all for you,” he murmured. “All because of how deliciously fuckable you are.”

He moved between my spread legs, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my entrance. I tensed instinctively, suddenly very aware of my inexperience.

“Relax,” Lucas soothed, one large hand caressing my thigh. “I’ll make it good for you.”

He pressed forward slowly, stretching me open inch by exquisite inch. His hands gripped the backs of my knees firmly, and he spread my thighs until I thought he might break me apart.

I gasped as my sponsor’s enormous penis began to enter me, the thick head of his cock stretching me open. The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of pleasure and discomfort as my body adjusted to accommodate his impressive size.

“That’s it,” Lucas murmured encouragingly. “Take all of me, ma chère .”

He pushed forward slowly but steadily, filling me more completely than I’d ever imagined possible, opening me in every way to his dominance. I whimpered, my hands clutching the bedsheets as Lucas stretched me to my limits.

“So tight,” Lucas groaned, his eyes dark with lust. “Your sweet little cunt feels even better than I imagined.”

When he was finally fully sheathed inside me, he paused, allowing me a moment to adjust. I panted softly, feeling impossibly full. Lucas moved his right hand to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

“Alright?” he asked softly, a hint of genuine concern in his voice.

I nodded, unable to form words. The tender gesture, so at odds with his earlier roughness, made my heart clench in my chest.

Lucas moved his hand back to my knee, gripping me even tighter, as if in warning. Then he began to move inside me, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back in. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure radiating through my body. I moaned, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts instinctively.

“That’s my good girl,” Lucas purred. “Taking my cock so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be fucked.”

Lucas’ hips began to move faster, his thrusts becoming more forceful. I gasped at the intensity, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body. Each powerful stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward from my pussy into my legs, my chest, the tips of my fingers.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my head thrashing on the pillow. “It’s so much…”

Lucas growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs as he spread me even wider. The new angle allowed him to penetrate me deeper still, hitting spots inside me I never knew existed.

“Take it all,” he commanded, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. “Every. Last. Inch.”

He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust, driving the air from my lungs. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over me. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with our shared moans and gasps.

Lucas’ pace became relentless, his hips pistoning against me with almost bruising force. I could feel another orgasm building rapidly, coiling tight in my lower belly.

“Please,” I whimpered, beyond coherent thought. “Please, I’m so close…”

“Come for me,” Lucas growled. “Come on my cock like the good little whore you are.”

His crude words sent me over the edge. I screamed as my climax hit, my inner walls clamping around my sponsor’s driving hardness.

Lucas growled as he felt my inner walls tighten around him. “That’s it,” he panted. “Milk my cock with that tight little cunt.”

He drove into me even harder, chasing his own release. The force of his thrusts pushed me up the bed until my head was pressed against the headboard. Lucas gripped my thighs harder, pulling me back onto his cock with each powerful stroke.

“I’m going to fill this sweet pussy,” he growled. “Mark you as mine from the inside out.”

With a final, brutal thrust, Lucas buried himself to the hilt inside me. I felt his cock pulse as he emptied himself deep in my womb. The sensation of his hot seed flooding me triggered another small orgasm, my pussy fluttering around his shaft.

Lucas collapsed on top of me, his muscular body pinning me to the mattress. We lay there for long moments, both panting heavily as we came down from our shared high. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, his breath hot on my neck.

Finally, Lucas pushed himself up on his elbows, gazing down at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. His eyes roamed over my flushed face, taking in my surely disheveled hair and panting lips.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, almost to himself.

He pulled out of me slowly, and I whimpered at the loss. I felt empty without him inside me, my well-used pussy clenching around emptiness.

Lucas stood and began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled torso. Every perfectly defined muscle spoke of hours spent training on the soccer field. Scars and bruises from recent matches marked his golden skin like witnesses to his dedication and skill.

He shrugged off his trousers and boxer briefs, standing gloriously naked before me. In the soft lamplight, he looked like a Greek god come to life. I drank in the sight of him—broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, powerful thighs, and his impressive manhood, still semi-erect.

Lucas’ eyes roved over my body as well, taking in every curve and plane. His gaze felt almost physical, leaving tingles in its wake. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“Scoot over, ma chère ,” he murmured.

I obliged, wincing slightly as I moved. My body ached in places I’d never felt before, a delicious soreness that reminded me of our passionate coupling. Lucas slid into bed beside me, his warm skin pressing against mine.

With gentle hands, he gathered me close, tucking my head under his chin. One large hand splayed across my lower back, the other cradling the back of my head. I nestled into his embrace, breathing in his masculine scent—a heady mix of expensive cologne, clean sweat, and something uniquely Lucas. I fell asleep before I could even try to find an adjective for it.