Make Me C*m, Daddy!

The Unexpected Kiss.

Chapter 7.

Nadia’s Pov.

Lucian’s eyes twitched, then I continued.

“It won’t be that wrong flirting with you,” “ After what happened yesterday, you can’t deny that you want me. Can you?”

Silence fell immediately, and I watched his fist tighten like he hated the fact that I found out about it.

Without a word, he pulled my hands from his neck, then took a step backward.

“Go to bed, Noria. You are drunk,” he countered and tried to walk away, but I gripped his wrist before he could, pulling myself back to stand in front of him.

“Am I really drunk?” I whispered in a thrilling voice while trailing my fingers slightly around his chest. “Or are you just trying to run away from your desire?” my eyes were hazy and I made sure to utilize my already sexy eyes.

Lucan’s muscles twitched, and I could already picture the image of his face when he was in my p***y and ready to c*m, until he snapped and said.

“Desire?”

His lips twitched into a scoff, then he shook his head, like he was feeling pathetic.

“You think my desire is to touch you? Oh girl, stop dreaming. I only gripped you from falling because you were drunk…”

A smile curled at the corner of my lips, then I chuckled drunkenly, loving how good he was at denying reality. “Says the very man who was stroking his c**k to my image while groaning in pleasure yesterday, you think I didn't see it?”

“Noria…” Lucan grunted again, with a twitched temple, and the sound of it made my stomach churn in pleasure.

Fuck!

My name sounded hot coming from his mouth, and I just couldn’t help but imagine how it would sound when he was f*****g my p***y and moaning my name breathlessly.

Oh f**k!

The nerve of me!

The nerve of me to be this helplessly drawn to a man I had hated all my life! The nerve of me to actually want a man who was old enough to be my father. The nerve of me to actually want my father’s best friend.

But damn me, because he was so f*****g hot, and now… right now, the only thing I thought of was…

I moved my right palm back to his chest, and that was me following my heart.

Lucan’s eyes met mine, and I instantly softened the look of my siren eyes, keeping them locked on his beautiful almond eyes.

Then slowly, I began to trail my finger down his chest, watching the look in his eyes while noticing the twitch his body made.

I was crazy and I knew it, but my desire didnt let me think properly.

He was so hot, and the way his muscles twitched at every touch made my p***y throb with heat and need.

I was dripping. My p***y was dripping. My legs were shaking, my knees were buckling slightly, and at this point, I didn’t know what was wrong with me. All I knew was that I was hurting, burning, dripping, and on top of all this, I was equally insane.

But he didn’t say anything… and that was like motivation.

Our gazes were still locked. Mine was now soft and tender, but his… his was dark and tempting, burning with lust, desire, and something too dirty. But it fueled my desire, so I kept moving my finger down and down till I got to his waist. Only then did he suddenly grab my wrist and say in a thick, masculine tone,

“Enough!”

My body jolted at the command, and I stilled instantly, staring at him with both fear and want.

“What?” I blinked back, pushing past the fear. “Trying to act like you didn’t moan my name last time, huh?”

Lucan’s throat tightened, and one could actually tell that he had been trying to be gentle all this while.

But I had pushed him hard, because his patience snapped, and I guess he lost his cool.

His hand shot to my neck, and he wrapped it firmly around my throat like a choker, then spun me around, putting me in the position he was in before.

My back was pressed against the couch while he stood before me, staring deep into my eyes with eyes that held lust.

God! I felt small standing beside him and helpllesy drawn because right now…. His eyes were dark with desire, and his breath had turned rough and uneven!

Every nerve in my body crawled as my p***y dripped, while the image of being choked and f****d in this position filled my mind. I clutched his wrist gently while staring seductively at him.

Lucan leaned in further his heavy breath burning my cheeks. “You don’t get to want me when you are drunk, little human. Bring all these desires to me when you are f*****g sane, and I will make sure you have no mouth left to plead.”

My p***y squeaked at the rawness of his words, and juice splashed unexpectedly out of my cunt.

I stared at him with hazy eyes, my toes curling just from having him this close.

Damn it! This was wrong! This was f*****g wrong. The thought of my best friend’s dad should not excite me. What his hands, tongue, and c**k could do to my p***y should not excite me, but having him this close, with his cologne wrapping tightly around my nostrils… all of it made my n*****s grow harder within my boobs. All of it pushed me to do something I would never have.

I was leaking. My cunt was dripping, and I badly wanted to experience the feel of his fingers in my p***y. Perhaps this once… just this once.

So gently, like a slut that I am not, I threw my arm over his shoulder, kept my gaze locked on his, then said, “My p***y is dripping… do you want to check?”

It was shameless, perhaps the most shameless thing I had ever said, but my judgment was clouded by alcohol, and the only thing I knew was that I wanted him in my p***y… his fingers, his c**k, his tongue, anything. To f**k me hard until I was nothing but a trembling mess.

Lucan’s lips twitched.

“How mischievous,” he growled low, cupping my cheek with his other hand while his thumb trailed to my lower lip, dragging gently against it, feeling every softness.

A soft shudder slipped past my lips and they parted gently, as I instantly began to crave the feel of his fingers in my mouth, f*****g and choking me in ways I had seen men do.

Lucan’s lips twitched sideways, but he didn’t do any of that.

He was torturing me, and for some reason, my p***y kept dripping, and my body wanted more of this torture.

“I don’t f**k drunk girls, little one. I am not so a sweet man in bed. I f**k, slap, ruin, and break, and while I am drilling your p***y and f*****g your cunt, I need you to be conscious of how your legs are shaking and just how well you won’t stop moaning my name like a cheap little slut!”

Pleasure whirled into me like I was being f****d, and my c**t throbbed in ways that had me subconsciously clamping my thighs.

I was burning. My p***y was burning, and that was my only way to suppress the need of my very shameless cunt, but his hand snapped between my thighs, pulled them apart, and said, “Oh, little slut, you don’t get to close your legs. You open them and feel the tingling of your p***y and the way it chimes when it can’t f*****g get what it wants.”

His voice was rough against my skin, and the effect only had my body prickling with a high level of desire that I couldn't get.

“You are a bastard,” I cried in utter frustration, and he cupped the side of my neck, then said, “Well… this bastard is happy to know that your pretense of hate all this while has been nothing but desire.”

Pretense of Hate?

My brows pulled together, but I easily processed it.

Wait! No.

So, Lucan Cyrus actually thought that I had been pretending to hate him?

My eyes widened, and I shook my head, trying to debunk that, but before I could, his hand left my face, and he tried to walk away.

But I didn’t let him. I gripped his wrist shamelessly, then pulled him back, and slammed my lips against his.

Lucan’s body stilled against mine. He was shocked, moved, and utterly surprised, and that made me hunger for more, because perhaps… just perhaps this one kiss could push him to do the things my body verily desired.