actually asking if she could endure more. Her answer was to take a deep breath and once more move forward until not a single inch of his cock remained outside her mouth's embrace. Two more rapidly given strokes burned across her nates and another flood of cream slid down her thighs. As she felt his cock thickening, her throat vibrated around its invader with moans she was unable to vocalize as three additional sets of sharp bites were delivered.
"Swallow every drop," he instructed, his voice hoarse with desire as he warned her of his impending explosion. She was no longer servicing him at her own pace. He was in control as he moved her head up and down until, with a cry, he plunged deeply and kept her in place as his seed jetted from him to fill her throat. Every time she swallowed, accepting his tribute, she felt his cock twitch and her body respond. By the time she'd taken it all, her body was burning with its own need.
Lucas pulled out of her mouth and she gasped, pulling in much needed air as he knelt, flipped her onto her back, and pulled her legs over his shoulders. His lips captured her clit and suckled the entirety of it into his mouth. He didn't tease her slowly as he'd done the night before. Instead, he nipped and bit, rolling the throbbing bundle of nerves until she was writhing on the fur, her hips bucking up and down.
"Papa!" she screamed as he licked and suckled as if she was the most delicious morsel he'd ever tasted. Two thick fingers slid into her quim, thrusting in and out, and when a third digit forced its way into her rosette, she screamed and came, her vision blurring at the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly controlled and so incredibly pleasured.
Soft kisses were placed on her splayed thighs before he stood up from where he'd knelt. Lucy knew she should be embarrassed at lying splayed open and blushed when he chuckled and turned her onto her tummy.
"Don't move."
It was an order easily obeyed as she didn't think she had the strength to move. She watched the embers of the fire, smiling as she remembered her first night in this room. It had been frightening coming to her husband's estate, worried about how his family would react to his choice of wife and their choice of a different dynamic than most. She'd discovered her fears unfounded as even Lucas's valet, Joseph, had made it a point to put her at ease. He'd told her he also loved watching the flames dance, relaxing her fears of being judged. Her eyelids had just fluttered shut when she let out a piercing shriek as something ice cold was pressed against her bottom.
Wiggling in an attempt to turn over, she heard her husband laughing. "No, stay still. I just wanted to show that I am a very considerate Papa."
Craning her head back, her mouth dropped open at seeing the mounds of snow he'd pressed against her bare skin. Giggles consumed her even as she shivered.
"Does it work?" he asked.
"It's freezing and it's dripping!"
"Hmm, though I know your arse is a bit hot, I'm pretty sure the drips are from the fire. But, speaking of freezing…"
She shrieked again when he buried his hands between her thighs. "Stop!" she begged, wiggling more and succeeding in turning over only because he allowed her to escape. "Your hands are colder than the snow!"
"Tell me about it," Lucas said, leaning over her. "I ran all the way outside and back up here with snowballs in my hands. Don't you think you should warm them for me?"
Lucy shivered and then spread her legs, inviting him to warm his palms against her skin. Gasping when he placed them, she shut her legs, trapping his frozen fingers as he bent further and kissed her. When the snow had all melted, Lucas stood, shrugged off the dressing gown he'd donned for his dash through the house, and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, slid her between the sheets and then joined her. After he'd pulled her to him, her still chilly rear tucked against his groin, she giggled at his indrawn gasp and
"Swallow every drop," he instructed, his voice hoarse with desire as he warned her of his impending explosion. She was no longer servicing him at her own pace. He was in control as he moved her head up and down until, with a cry, he plunged deeply and kept her in place as his seed jetted from him to fill her throat. Every time she swallowed, accepting his tribute, she felt his cock twitch and her body respond. By the time she'd taken it all, her body was burning with its own need.
Lucas pulled out of her mouth and she gasped, pulling in much needed air as he knelt, flipped her onto her back, and pulled her legs over his shoulders. His lips captured her clit and suckled the entirety of it into his mouth. He didn't tease her slowly as he'd done the night before. Instead, he nipped and bit, rolling the throbbing bundle of nerves until she was writhing on the fur, her hips bucking up and down.
"Papa!" she screamed as he licked and suckled as if she was the most delicious morsel he'd ever tasted. Two thick fingers slid into her quim, thrusting in and out, and when a third digit forced its way into her rosette, she screamed and came, her vision blurring at the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly controlled and so incredibly pleasured.
Soft kisses were placed on her splayed thighs before he stood up from where he'd knelt. Lucy knew she should be embarrassed at lying splayed open and blushed when he chuckled and turned her onto her tummy.
"Don't move."
It was an order easily obeyed as she didn't think she had the strength to move. She watched the embers of the fire, smiling as she remembered her first night in this room. It had been frightening coming to her husband's estate, worried about how his family would react to his choice of wife and their choice of a different dynamic than most. She'd discovered her fears unfounded as even Lucas's valet, Joseph, had made it a point to put her at ease. He'd told her he also loved watching the flames dance, relaxing her fears of being judged. Her eyelids had just fluttered shut when she let out a piercing shriek as something ice cold was pressed against her bottom.
Wiggling in an attempt to turn over, she heard her husband laughing. "No, stay still. I just wanted to show that I am a very considerate Papa."
Craning her head back, her mouth dropped open at seeing the mounds of snow he'd pressed against her bare skin. Giggles consumed her even as she shivered.
"Does it work?" he asked.
"It's freezing and it's dripping!"
"Hmm, though I know your arse is a bit hot, I'm pretty sure the drips are from the fire. But, speaking of freezing…"
She shrieked again when he buried his hands between her thighs. "Stop!" she begged, wiggling more and succeeding in turning over only because he allowed her to escape. "Your hands are colder than the snow!"
"Tell me about it," Lucas said, leaning over her. "I ran all the way outside and back up here with snowballs in my hands. Don't you think you should warm them for me?"
Lucy shivered and then spread her legs, inviting him to warm his palms against her skin. Gasping when he placed them, she shut her legs, trapping his frozen fingers as he bent further and kissed her. When the snow had all melted, Lucas stood, shrugged off the dressing gown he'd donned for his dash through the house, and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, slid her between the sheets and then joined her. After he'd pulled her to him, her still chilly rear tucked against his groin, she giggled at his indrawn gasp and
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