Chapter 120: Hunger of a Different Kind
Chapter 120: Hunger of a Different Kind
They were in the sitting room, the warm glow of a single lamp casting soft golden light across the plush sofa and thick rug.
A plate of food sat forgotten on the low coffee table, steam still curling faintly into the air.
Lucas had just settled back into the wide armchair, fork in hand, when Mia stepped between his spread thighs, her silk slip dress whispering against her skin.
"I’m not hungry," she murmured, her voice low and breathy, eyes already dark with want.
Her hand trailed down his chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt before boldly cupping the growing bulge in his pants. She stroked him slowly through the fabric, feeling him swell and harden under her touch, her palm pressing firmly against the thick outline of his cock.
Lucas set the fork down with a soft clink, his gaze locking onto hers with that intense, hungry look that always made her knees weak.
"So what do you want then, baby?" he asked, voice already roughening with desire.
Mia bit her lip, cheeks flushing a pretty pink as her fingers continued their teasing strokes, squeezing gently at the head.
"You know what I want... I shouldn’t have to say it out loud."
He let out a low, amused chuckle, reaching up to thread his fingers through her soft hair.
"My shy little Mia, always so needy but too embarrassed to beg. Come here."
He pulled her closer, cupping her soft, warm cheek with one large hand, his thumb brushing tenderly over the deepening blush. "You’re so fucking cute when you’re like this."
Mia’s breath hitched as he drew her down into his lap. Their lips met in a slow, sensual kiss soft at first, mouths sliding together, tasting and savoring. Then it deepened, growing hotter, wetter.
Lucas’s tongue slipped past her lips, stroking hers with possessive hunger. She moaned softly into his mouth, a sweet, trembling sound that vibrated through him.
"Lucas..." she whimpered against his lips, her hips instinctively rolling against the hard ridge of his cock.
"Tell me how bad you need it," he murmured, nipping at her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. "I love when my good girl gets filthy for me. Say it."
Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as she rocked against him. "I want you so much... I’ve been aching all day. Please, touch me. I’m already so wet for you."
With a deep growl, Lucas tugged the thin straps of her slip down roughly. One full, soft breast spilled free into his hand plump, flushed, and perfect.
He groaned at the sight, thumb circling the stiff pink nipple before he lowered his head and sucked it into his warm mouth. His tongue swirled and flicked, teeth grazing lightly as he kneaded the juicy flesh.
"Ahh yes!" Mia cried out, arching her back, fingers tangling desperately in his hair. Her face was a picture of pure pleasure eyes half-closed, lips parted in a soft, pleasured O, cheeks burning crimson. "Lucas... oh god, just like that... it feels so good."
They shifted eagerly on the wide armchair, bodies pressing closer, but the movement sent them tumbling onto the thick rug below. Lucas landed first, back braced against the base of the chair, legs spread. Mia ended up on her knees between his thighs, eyes glassy with lust, lips swollen and glistening.
She didn’t hesitate. With trembling but eager hands, she freed his thick, throbbing cock veins pulsing, head already leaking. Mia looked up at him through her lashes, that perfect mix of shyness and raw hunger on her face, then leaned in and took him deep into her warm, wet mouth.
"Fuck... Mia," Lucas hissed, head falling back against the chair as intense pleasure shot through him. Her lips stretched around his girth, tongue swirling greedily over the sensitive head while she sucked with slow, deliberate pulls. Wet, obscene sounds filled the sitting room soft slurps, muffled whimpers, and the slick glide of her mouth.
He gazed down at her, mesmerized. Her cheeks hollowed with effort, lashes wet, expression lost in pleasure as she bobbed on his cock, taking him deeper with every stroke. A thin trail of saliva dripped from her swollen lips down his shaft.
"That’s it, baby... just like that," he praised, voice thick and ragged. One hand gently guided her head while the other reached down to squeeze her exposed breast, rolling and pinching the stiff nipple. "You look so goddamn beautiful sucking my cock. So eager... so perfect."
Mia pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air, lips shiny and flushed. "You taste so good," she whispered huskily, voice trembling with need. "I love how hard and thick you get for me... I’m soaked, Lucas. Touch me while I suck you, please."
He didn’t need telling twice. Lucas leaned forward, one hand still kneading her soft, juicy breast, pinching the nipple just hard enough to draw another sweet moan from her.
His other hand slipped between her thighs, pushing her panties aside to find her dripping wet folds. Two thick fingers slid inside her tight heat, curling against that sensitive spot.
"Ohh~fuck!" Mia moaned loudly around his cock as she took him back into her mouth, sucking harder, faster, her head moving in rhythm with his thrusting fingers. Her muffled cries grew higher, sweeter, body trembling as pleasure built inside her.
Lucas’s breathing grew ragged, hips bucking gently into her eager mouth while he watched her breasts bounce with every motion, nipples tight and flushed.
"Jesus, Mia... you’re gonna make me come if you keep that up," he rasped, fingers pumping faster inside her slick pussy. "But I need to feel this tight little cunt wrapped around me first. Come here, baby. Ride me. Let me fill you up nice and deep."
Mia pulled off with a needy whine, lips parted, eyes hazy with lust. She climbed into his lap, trembling with anticipation, her soft, flushed body pressing flush against his as she hovered over his aching, glistening cock.