He hikes up my shirt to expose my breasts. My nipples harden under his touch. He rolls it between his fingers and pinches it. I arch my back while he peels me apart, exposing a part of me I haven’t seen before.
“Hush.”
Lucas moves his hand from my nipple to my pussy and presses through the pants into my dampening clit. I jerk and moan, but his body keeps me down, under the heat of his power. I’m in awe, Lucas is even bigger when he’s on top of me.
He yanks my pants down and slides his hand into my wetness. How embarrassing, but he manages to make it all so damn sexy. He doesn’t even flinch.
He spoons his finger around inside me and the new sensation of pleasure ricochets throughout my body. I squirm and my breathing is ragged, but I’m not going anywhere with this body hovering over me.
“God.” I clamp my thighs around his hand and make a desperate attempt at being able to move. “Lucas!” I gasp as he pushes further into me.
“Fuck, your nipples and pussy are begging for it. Why do you have to tease me all the time?”
“I’m—I’m not doing anything.”
Lucas smirks. “I see you stealing looks at my cock all the time, every damn day since you’ve been here. Think I don’t notice?”
Damn it, he noticed.
He takes the stubble riding along his jaw and brushes it over my nipples. I feel a squirt of liquid come out of my pussy and my face burns.
“I-I’m so sorry,” I stammer.
“Sorry for what? Giving me a little squirt? Please, I’m going to turn that pussy into a fountain. Don’t hold back,” he growls.
His tongue flicks my nipple and plays with it. I’m dribbling all over his hands and I can’t stop, I don’t want to.
Lucas grunts, withdraws his hand, and bucks his cock against me.
“I can’t hold back. I need to sink myself all the way into you. But first, why don’t you taste what a real man’s cock tastes like?”
I nod my head, at a lost for words from my body being broken by all these new sensations. I never knew that pleasure could be too much.
Lucas spanked the side of my ass and growled.
He gets up off the bed, pulling out his hard cock that’s pressing against the seams of his crotch. I wait in bated breath to see it out.
When he takes it out, it flops out like a big piece of meat. I mean, in virgin technical terms. I’ve never been so close to a cock. And to think the first cock I was going to see was… Ugh, I don’t even want to think about it with the cock of Adonis standing right in front of me.
Lucas grabs his cock and I place my mouth near it. I part my lips and he stuffs it in and I can taste his clear liquid that was leaking down from his head.
I draw back, tasting it on my tongue. "Wow… So salty. A bit bitter." It's definitely something I have to get accustomed to because having that cock in my mouth feels so damn good.
Racing my mouth over his head, I suck gingerly at his throbbing manhood and try to do what I’ve seen in all the porn movies.
In a rhythm, I pump my hand up and down his veiny, ribbed cock, sucking him with enough force and keeping my teeth at bay.
There’s a lot of groaning and slight cussing on Lucas's part, so I must be doing this right.
"Suck harder, right on the tip." I obey him and add little circular swashes of my tongue around his shaft. "Good. Like that."
A flood of his seed enters my mouth and it dribbles out of my mouth to the side from the sheer force of shooting out his shaft.
My body is thrown back onto the bed and legs spread akimbo. I'm fully exposed to Lucas in all my filthy wet glory. I flail my hands down there to retain some modesty, but with a grunt, he swats them away and inhales my scent.
I close my eyes, and I shouldn’t have. Because I don’t see his tongue coming. It hits my pussy and darts around the slit, massaging the clit and other wet areas.
I struggle under his grip and let out gasps of ragged moans.
My toes curl.
My back arches.
My whole body is on fire and the burning feels so good.
“Mmmm, you’re sweet,” he mumbles into my pussy.
I squirt a little more onto his face and moan. I think I’ve turned him off completely now, but then he dips his tongue in and out of my opening, fucking me with it. I never imagined that the first time a man would make me come would be with his mouth, but I come…and I come hard.
I open an eye and see him lining up his cock to my entrance. It’s red, swollen, wet with my saliva and ready to mark me as his.
Oh no, he doesn’t know though! I clench my teeth and bit my bottom lip, waiting for his big foreign invasion.
I put my hands up to catch his attention before he dives in. “Lucas, I… I haven’t had sex before. I just can’t take something that big…”
He flickers his gaze up to mine and smirks, slowly. “You will. Watch.”
"Ah!" I feel the pressure of his cock fill me up inside. Everything, I feel it all! His veins, the lower rod that rides up to the shaft, and the shaft itself are flawless. It's incredibly hooded and his cock is so ribbed it drives me insane.
There’s a stinging pinch, but once enough of him sinks down into me, I feel the pleasure building up, threatening to explode.
“Fuck, the joy of a fresh tight pussy that’s never been fucked.”
Lucas licks at one of my nipples and sucks it. Damn, it feels so… carnal, so good.
“Such a filthy mouth.”
“Such a filthy body. It was made for fucking.”
Lucas begins to buck inside of me, allowing me to get used to his size. His speed doesn’t take long to ramp up.
“Your cock, it’s stretching… oh, fuck!”
Now we’re going at it full speed. His balls slap against me as he tries to fuck me into the ground. I hold on to his broad back and close my eyes.
We’re getting close, and I feel my pussy tightening around him, giving him a death grip.
There're no words shared, just hungry, passionate kisses and bites.
My nails are digging into his back, but he’s not complaining. I make a mental note to apologize for that later.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” Lucas grunts, pushing deep inside me.
I feel it, a strong burst of his seed flooding my pussy, sowing him deep into my body. My pussy goes out of control and sprays him down.
I’m his now.
He knows it.
We collapse onto the bed after a last surge of energy to savor in our powerful climax.
“That was… amazing,” I say, fighting a heavy pull of drowsiness at my eyelids.
“Good. There’s more where that came from…”
10
Claire
I wake up in bed, and the space next to me is empty. Lucas's body heat kept me warm through the night, but now that he’s gone, the frosty nip of the morning air plucks at my face and forces me awake even more. I get up and rub my eye, looking around for Lucas. There are faint wisps of his manly scent floating around the room, reminding me of last night.
Wow…
I can’t believe I had just lost—well—given my virginity to a missing billionaire living in the middle of the mountains. It sounds like something out of a wild sex fantasy. And it feels like it too. Good thing this is all real and not a dream. I’d be so disappointed.
My plan really did work out. After all, I am officially missing too, and no one knows where I am. Not even my best friend, Peyton. That’s what pains me the most. Not being able to tell her. I know she did the only thing she thought was right for me—which was going to the police about not being able to reach me after we got cut off. I would do the same for her too.
Dragging my feet out of bed, I go to the bathroom and tidy myself up. My pussy is still sore, and I jolt when I feel some of him still inside me. I stare at myself in the mirror, shaking and feeling a bit rebellious over what I just did. What mattered was that I loved the way I felt, especially when Lucas's cock was pumping i
nside of me. I stepped into a nice warm shower, but I knew I wouldn't be able to wash away all the evidence of our night together. I didn't want to. I wanted his sandalwood scent all over me.
When I get out, a blast of breakfast hits me in the face. I smell bacon, eggs, and spices mixed with butter. The scents make my stomach moan in hunger, so I dry off quickly, jump into some comfy clothes and run out into the kitchen where Lucas is moving around getting breakfast situated.
I place a hand over my mouth that’s hanging wide open. “Wow, this smells like gourmet food.” I run my eyes over the small buffet Lucas is adding to. These leftovers are going to last the rest of the week. His cooking beats mine a thousand times. It pales in comparison.
Then it clicks with me. This man is making me breakfast after a night of sex. We had sex. He took my virginity. How do I act?
I can’t act like it didn’t happen, but I don’t wanna bring it up in such an awkward way. My mind is racing and it only snaps back to when Lucas turns around with two plates of steaming food.
“Made you a plate.” He hands it out to me and I grab the heavy porcelain plate. “Come, sit with me.” He marches off to the living room. The muscles in his back flex in full view as he walks off. I’m stuck in place, nearly forgetting how to breathe. A man cooking breakfast… shirtless… after sex.
Wow. It makes my chest bubble up with this giddy warmth that tickles my heart. Lucas used to look like a scary lumberjack to me a few days ago. Hell, he even shared part of him with his inner animal—a wolf. But now I’m beginning to see a different picture. He isn’t all that scary. He’s just a rougher male version of me. Harmless, but still brutal. He’s probably done everything I’ve always been afraid to do.
He’s only tough on the exterior to protect himself. I understand that.
I’m just so happy that I get to see what’s under that shell.
I peak out into the living room and he’s staring my way. I approach him and sit on a chair perpendicular to him. “Did you sleep okay?” I pick up the fork and begin to dig into my fried eggs.
“Of course. You?” Lucas takes a wild bite of food like he hasn’t eaten in months. I stifle a small laughter and take a bite of my food as well.
“It was okay. I mean, you did wear me out.” Oh God, should I be bringing it up this early? Why do I still sound like such a virgin?
“And I wore myself out too.” He shot me a sexy smirk with his eyes giving me a dark sparkle. “You have to be careful with virgins. Gotta make sure you don’t break ‘em while you’re breaking them.”
My face is flushing, I have to be as red as a slapped ass cheek by now. I rub my face and keep eating.
“What? Why’re you looking at me like that?” He knows he’s getting to me.
“You’re sitting too far away from me. Sit right here.” He pats the space right up next to him and my whole body is burning from nervousness. I feel his mark on me, I know I’m his. His words have this pull effect on me and I can’t ignore it or disobey it.
I take myself over to him and plop down. His body hugs me and I’m in lala-land again. “Uh, Lucas? This thing between us… it’s not gonna last right? I mean, it can’t…” This is my weak ass attempt not to get too involved.
There is still shit in my life to deal with.
As long as a certain someone felt they owned me, I’m not going to be able to resume a normal life.
I'm not a kid, but they have me plastered all over the TV like some missing princess. I can't do the soul searching I want to with that looming over my shoulder. As much as I want to give Lucas my all, I can't. There's nothing to offer. When he finds that out, he'll ditch me, anyway.
“Why can’t it?” He takes his fork and digs into my plate, lifting up some food and placing it at my lips.
This man is going to make me cry. I don’t want to make these types of painful choices.
"It's just… we're from two different worlds." And of course, I can't tell him the whole truth. Lucas snakes an arm around me and pulls me into him. Resting his chin on my head, he rubs my shoulder.
“We’ll see how things go. But I want you to know that I don’t give what’s mine up so easily.”
That’s a threat more than a warning. And it makes me so wet I can’t think.
Later on after breakfast, Lucas shuts himself up in another spare room. He's talking on the phone. Sounds like business. I imagine a billionaire like him is a very busy man, which doesn't explain why he would leave his life behind to go AWOL. I don't know if I'll ever get my answer before I leave here.
I’m flipping channels, trying to avoid the news when I see him storm out of the office.
I’m on my feet immediately. “What is it?”
“Uh…nothing. Just something I’m working through.” He scratches his head. “I’m going outside for a bit. For a run. Do I have your word that you’ll stay here until I get back?”
I know he’s thinking back on the one morning when I ran off trying to find the lodge and also the day I almost got mauled by a bear.
I nod my head. “Sure.”
The look on his face is troubled. I can tell there’s something wrong. It looks like he needs time to himself.
He’s out the back door before I can ask him any other questions.
After about a half hour of flipping back and forth between some reality shows, I realize that Lucas is still not back yet. I walk over to the back door and realize that his coat is still hanging on the hook by the door which is odd since he usually slips it on before he goes out to chop wood. This time, I know he hasn't gone out to cut wood.
I take the ends of the coat and bring it up to my nose, breathing in the scents of spice and sandalwood. I miss him already. I wonder what’s made him so troubled. I grab his coat and slip into it and then step out onto the back porch. My bare legs are instantly cold since I’m wearing nothing but Lucas’s oversized t-shirt and a pair of his boxers.
I peer out through the screen, hoping to get a glimpse of Lucas through the trees. He couldn’t have gone too far.
I wrap my arm around my body, thinking I should go back inside and throw some more wood in the fireplace, but then I hear something rustling in the bushes.
My heart jumps and my hands drop to my side and I tiptoe to the end of the porch where the screened door is. I peek through the cracks.
“Lucas?” I call out.
No one answers. It’s probably just the wind blowing through the bushes.
Right as I’m about to spin around, I hear the noise in the bushes again and am immediately frozen to the spot when I see a huge furry brown wolf come out of the clear. It’s probably just as shocked as I was, because it stopped short, pausing mid-trot. It doesn’t take me long to realize that this is the same wolf that I spotted when I was taking a tumble down the hill.
It’s Lucas. Lucas’s wolf.
I gasp and my eye seems to glaze over. I can't stop looking. The sight of the wolf is so beautiful.
I want to run to him, but I’d learned the hard way already that going bare foot out here was a no-no, especially with the snow covering the ground.
A gunshot rang out and I jumped literally ten feet in the ear.
The sudden boom even startled Lucas’s wolf. He jumped as well.
Talk about being so scared you jump out of your own skin…
Well, that’s exactly what Lucas did. He bowed his head and began to morph and shift into…into a human.
Like emerging from some magical realm, Lucas brought himself to a standing position. He was stark-naked and his massive cock was standing at full attention.
He came barreling across the yard straight for me. I take a couple steps backward once he reaches the step. I don't know what he's going to do to me. He looks hungry. He pushes himself onto the porch and I think I'm about to faint. I've never seen anything like that in my life. Or maybe the size of his raging erection is what's getting to my head.
“I thought I told you to stay inside.”
“Was
someone shooting at you?” I asked, scared for his life.
"It's just a hunter, and no, he wasn't shooting at me. I'm not sure where the shot came from, but it's not anywhere close to here. This is private property. My property.”
My hearts still beating frantically. “But it was so loud.”
“Just sounds that way bouncing off the mountains. Don’t try to deflect things either. I told you to stay inside.”
“I…I did stay inside.
“You were at the door,” he countered.
“I wasn’t going to come out. I was just looking for you,” I stammer, and then I grin. I realize that I’ve gotten what I’ve wanted. I’ve seen his wolf. His other half. “He’s beautiful.”
His angry expression softens then fades completely. I don’t know what he’s looking at. Maybe my hardened nipples beneath his t-shirt or maybe just me in his coat. It takes him all of ten seconds to throw me over his shoulder, carry me inside the house, and toss me onto the couch.
I want to say something, but he shoves the coat off and rakes down the boxers I have on. He's over me. His big muscular body against mine. He kisses his way down my body. I feel my panties being torn from me.
“Lucas, I, um—ah!”
He goes straight for my clit, licking and slurping like he’s drinking from a fountain.
“Fuck, Claire, you’re dripping like honey.”
Like the horny little nosey person I am, I spread my legs wide and look down to watch as his tongue disappears into my pussy.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” His fingers pierce my sex and my hips jerk forward.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, you are. Over and over…”
He brings me to climax quickly and then finger fucks my g-spot until I come again. Without warning, he sits upright on the couch, lifts me by the hips, and then impales me on his cock.
I scream as all nine inches of his cock fill my pussy at once. He’s buried ball deeps in me.
“Fuck me. Take what you want,” he commands.
I start moving my hips up and down, bouncing on his dick like I own it. He’s enjoying it. The way he pulls his lip between his teeth and pumps his groin forward to meet me tells me he’s near the edge.
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