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Chapter 31: Iris: Bed chem

Chapter 31: Iris: Bed chem

MY THROAT is about to rip. Lucas has me choking, pumping inside my mouth faster in a more desperate motion than before.

He tried holding himself in, but when I thrust him deeper into my mouth, he couldn’t help but swerve his hips. Brushing a strand of hair from my face, he tilts his head, licking his lips as low deep breaths escape his slightly parted lips.

"Iris!"

I grab a fistful of his balls, playing with them and he groans louder, sitting himself closer to my head. Placing my palm on his elbow, I push him back to the sofa, pulling him out of my mouth before licking and sucking the tip of his dick.

"Baby," his voice comes out hoarse, desperate and demanding. I take a peek at him, a mess of pleasure he is. He is grabbing a fistful of his hair whilst pulling mine into a ponytail, muscles flinching every time I go down on him.

"I’m about cum," he flinches, brushing a strand of hair off my face. Placing my hands on his thighs, I go deeper, tears threatening to come out when he hits the base of my throat. It’s sloppy and he’s too big for my mouth, but I want to see him turn to mush in my hands.

I want to give him something to remember me by.

He grows slightly bigger in my mouth, pulsating when I swerve my tongue on his tip. "Iris!" It comes out as a warning and before I know it, he’s calling my name and saying our expletives, pumping harder in my mouth. By the time he’s done, his head is tipped back, hands still in my hair.

I’m busy thinking he needs time to collect himself when he picks me from the floor onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist and placing a hand under my lips.

"Spit it," he commands and I do as he says, his cum flowing out from my mouth like a sticky waterfall.

His pupils dilate, eyes on my lips as they empty his load on his hand. "Fuck, this is such a turn-on, you’re so sexy."

"Then fuck me like I’m sexy.

"You bet I will." Flipping us around, he gropes my ass, pulling off my silk pajama shorts. I tip my hips up, letting him drag all the cloth off me until only my swollen clit is in show.

Clit. Such a civil term and yet I can’t help but call it that.

Next comes my shirt. Lucas doesn’t waste time trying to be gentle, he rips the damn buttons off, applying the same care to my bra and lying me back on the couch. "I’ll buy you more expensive ones tomorrow," he coos, leaning on top of me.

I’m getting wetter with each second. My hands land on his chest, groping every inch they can squeeze. "Please hurry," I whimper.

Using the hand I spit on a while ago, Lucas rubs the slippery cum on my belly, cupping my breast and fondling it, leaning in to kiss the hard nipple. The wine is still flowing in my body, every touch from him feels twice as sensual. He swerves his tongue on my hard nipple, pinching it and moving on to give the same love to my other breast.

"Fuck, your body is beautiful, I want to praise it." Trailing a finger down my body, he grabs my thighs, splitting my legs open before cupping my pussy and rubbing his fingers there.

Circling his fingers around the swollen skin, I feel him sink what feels like two of his massive fingers, arching my back when the friction I’ve been desperate for finally starts showing.

He slides in deeper, bringing his lips to my ear and whispering in his deep voice: "You like that?"

I slowly nod, barely able to voice my words. He begins pumping and I moan as he brings his forehead to mine, lips inches away from mine. His free hand is touching all the right places all around my body, my breast, my tummy, my waist.

Then he leans down and places his lips between my legs and fuck, his mouth feels so good on me. In no time I feel the build come, starting somewhere deep in my lower stomach, building like a fucking tsunami about to rampage on people.

"Lucas," I whimper.

"Come for me, baby." His words work like magic as the build finally releases, making me grip the leather as it screeches under my nails, rolling my eyes to the back of my head from pleasure, my body flailing around. Lucas grips my waist, his body keeping me in check, pure masculinity oozing from him when he doesn’t budge even though he should given my electric frenzy.

In mere seconds I’m done, feeling smug from the moment I just had, but my slutty clit still yearns for more friction—from his now erect manhood this time.

"Let’s move to my room," I mumble as he kisses me between my thighs. He doesn’t waste time standing with me wrapped around his legs, picking up our clothes as we leave a wet mess behind us.

"First room to the left up the stairs," I say in a breathy voice. My room seems far, so I lower my hand between us, grabbing and lowering myself on him, but he stops me before his tip is inside me.

"Do you have a condom?"

"No, I just chose to trust you, unless you feel guilty about something and you know we need a condom." I’m sober as fuck and I know what I’m doing. This might be a rash decision because I’m horny but fuck I can’t help it.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, eyes opening wide in surprise. He has a straight face on, but his dick which is rubbing my between and twitching continuously tells me otherwise.

"I’m sure, Luke, so hurry up!" Without waiting for him to speak I grab his dick again and lower myself on him, mourning out his name when I feel myself stretching.

"Hah, seriously. You’re gonna be the death of me," he says in my ear, nibbling my neck.

Like the last time we were at his house, Lucas takes the stairs two at a time, each stride making him pump into me harder and deeper. Each time he does, I moan his name, but by the time we reach my room, the moans have turned into pleas.

"More, more Luke, more..."

He opens the door to my bedroom with a kick, thank god I left it open a while ago. Standing for a few seconds with his dick in me, I’m about to ask why when the light-switch clicks and light fills the room.

Awww. I thought guys forgot about everything else once pussy was laid in front of them.

"Your room’s cute."

"Thanks," I manage to answer, holding onto his back for dear life.

Throwing our clothes somewhere in the room, Lucas places me gently on the bed, cupping my ass and kissing my chest. His eyes are set on my body as if he intends to worship it like he promised, domineering yet soft.

"I’ve been thinking about this body the entire day," he confesses, rubbing himself between my folds before pressing his dick onto me. He pumps into me, slowly at first, reaching every nook and corner inside me and leaning in to kiss me. "You’re so warm and tight baby."

I grab his back, shuddering at how much I’m enjoying him stretching my insides. I’m not a virgin, but the angles he is hitting with each swerve he takes are catching me by surprise, and my body agrees with me because, in no time, I feel the build again.

Lucas keeps pumping into me slowly. I want to tell him to go faster but I don’t because he seems to know what he is doing. He knows. His finger trails down my body until he reaches my clit, rubbing it and pumping into me at the same time.

"Luke, oh fuck..."

The build releases. I tighten around him and he groans, not stopping as he keeps me in place like earlier. I’ve been fucked before, but none of them have been able to hold me in place during an orgasm. The moment I relax, Lucas flips me over, grabbing my waist and pulling me to the edge of the bed.

"Arch you back," he commands. I do as I’m told, running my fingers in my messy white duvet. He swipes his dick between my folds and plunges in, pumping harder and deeper this time. My moans catch in my throat and I grab my pillow, biting into it as the pleasure rolls deep into my bones.

"Fuck!"

"Lucas."

"Call me Luke or baby."

"Luke, I wanna co—" One powerful thrust from him sends me flopping on the bed with him as he thrust harder.

What the fuck! Did he put a drug in my wine or something because why do I feel like coming again.

"I’ll make sure to grant your wish, my queen."

He keeps pumping, same pace, same G-spot, same angle, and goddamnit I never thought I’d ever think someone would be irreplaceable in my life.

Lucas grabs my hands, pulling them above my head and spacing my ass cheeks with his free hand whilst pumping into me like he wants to make babies overnight.

"Luc—" He slaps my ass, the trace of his fingers immediately leaving a red mark there. "I told you to call me Luke."

"Do that again," I blurt out in the heat of the moment, raising my head and facing him, mouth pouted. Lucas takes the hint and kisses me before pulling away slowly and spanking me a second time. Harder this time, but I fucking like it.

Jeez, am I turning into a sadist now?

I don’t have time to think about it because Luke pulls me up till my back is resting on his chest, his thrusts increasing in intensity. He’s close. I can sense it.

"Iris."

"Keep going, I’m close too." He grabs my nipple, licking the back of my throat and sucking on it. His other hand is busy on my lower body. It’s like he has tentacles but I know it just his hands. So good at using them.

I tighten around him letting loose and he groans.

"Iris!"

"Luke!"

That’s all it takes before we both come undone, him pulling out of me and me flopping on the bed, quivering as he somehow balances pumping his dick whilst offloading his cream on my belly and rubbing my clit.

Damnit, we’re so compatible. We have that thing Sabrina Carpenter sang about in one of her songs. What was it again? Wait...it’s coming to my head, I’m just still reeling over the post cum sensation.

Ah, there it is.

BED CHEM.

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