The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(118)

It might be unreasonable, but the woman I met today was no mother. There was nothing maternal in her body. She was a monster, and I know without even investigating further that she left scars on Ana. Scars that you might not see on the outside, but are there nonetheless.

“Roman…”

“Answer me, Ana.”

“You said… ‘our bed’…”

Her words make me stall for a split-second until I see the emotion in her face. Does she not realize the rules that I’ve broken for her? Does she not get that I’m completely obsessed with her? What could she have possibly thought I meant when I said I claimed her?

I reach out and slide my hand down her head, my fingers playing with the whisper-soft blonde tendrils. The pads of my fingers trail down the skin on the back of her neck. I smile as a shiver rakes through her as slow as a lover’s caress. My hand continues along her back, leisurely traveling the plains of her body and committing it to memory. I stop when I reach her lower back. Her ass curves out, forming a perfect half-globe shape that tantalizes me. My hands move down to massage each cheek, my fingers biting into them and pulling them apart to see that small dark opening they hide.

“Do you know who owns this body, Ana?” I ask her, my tone light as if I’m talking about the weather and betraying nothing of the need inside of me. Along with my question, I continue applying pressure into one of her cheeks while I take my other hand and move lower between her legs. I take my index and middle finger and dive between the lips of her *, pushing and seeking until I find that swollen clit. She’s soaked with need, and if I didn’t have other plans, I would slide under her and let her ride my face until she smothered me in sweet cream. Instead, I drag them back through her * and up to that small forbidden hole in her ass. I push them inside without warning. She squeezes down on them, trying to reject their entry, crying out. I hold her ass still with my hand and push until my fingers break free of the muscles guarding the tight opening.

“Roman!” she cries out, and my dick jumps. I feel a bead of pre-cum slide down my shaft. My balls are so full and ready to explode, they feel like lead weights.

“Who owns your body, Ana?”

“You do, Roman. God help us both, you do.”

For some reason, her dramatic answer makes me smile. I slide my fingers in and out of her ass, pulling them apart to stretch her with each new entry. Ana is grinding her chest down on the bed, dragging her breasts against the silk fabric of the sheets. I take my fingers out and she whimpers when they don’t go back in. I have other plans, though. I move to the side of the bed, roughly pulling her up to her knees. I hold her until she manages to steady herself on her elbows. I go back to rubbing her ass with one hand while massaging her * with the other. She’s bucking against my hold, whimpering with need and trying to grind against my hand, thrusting towards it in uneven, completely broken thrusts. She’s fueled by lust and it’s beautiful—but not enough. I lean down, letting my breath fan against her side, my lips grazing her hip.

“Such a beautiful little *. So hungry and greedy, it’s trying to devour my hand. You’d let me f*ck you with my whole hand if I could get inside, wouldn’t you, pet? You’d do anything I ask right now if I just let you come. Say it, Ana.”

“Anything,” she whispers on a heavy breath.

I take my hands away, refusing to give her any kind of relief. Instead, I bring my palm hard on her ass. My dick jerks as the noise of my hand slapping that white fleshy ass rings through the room.

“Roman!” she yells out in surprise.

I spank her again, and again. She’s trying to get away, but that too is impossible, and by the time I deliver the tenth stinging slap, she’s thrusting up to meet my hand and panting.

“I’ll ask you again, Ana. Who owns this body?”

“You do!” she hisses.

I manhandle her. There’s no other way to put it. There’s nothing easy about the need slamming through me right now. I flip her over. The small area of movement she had with the tie ceases as the fabric twists and wraps around her wrists one more time, pulling taut. She cries out, but her hands are positioned high above her head, just like I want them. This won’t last long, so I won’t worry the pain will be too much. Later, I’ll take her slower. Now, the need to be inside her has been too long denied.

I push her legs up against her chest, opening that * to me. It’s so wet and covered in her juices, I could lose it right here. Instead, I spank the wet, juicy lips of her *. My dick cries as her body jerks up toward it. Her body shakes and I could swear a small orgasm runs through her body. She cries out my name and that drives me to take it further. I pull the lips of her * apart and slap my hand against it again, this time centering most of the attention on her hard, pulsating clit. She says something, but she’s so far gone the words are unrecognizable. Cream is literally pooling from her *, coating the side of her thighs. If I could stand it, I’d continue doing this over and over. Right now, my cock is demanding his due.

“Who owns this body, Ana?” I demand again. I’m going overboard, I know it, but I can’t stop it. My need for her to admit that she’s mine is as elemental as breathing.

“You,” she whimpers, her body shuddering.

I unlatch my pants, pushing them down my hips. I don’t have time to undress. I’ll worry about that later too. I line my cock up at her entrance, raking the head back and forth in her juices.