Make Me C*m, Daddy!

Her Juice Of Blessing.

Chapter 13.

Noria Cater’s Pov.

Lucan grabbed the wine I was trying to reach off the counter completely.

Gently, he took a step backward, giving me the chance to turn swiftly.

When I did, his gaze was on the wine, and he was reading the content.

I stared at him, my eyes threatening to roll backward.

Was he seriously reading the content when he knew I needed to take it away? Lol.

“I need to leave,” I said to him, hoping that could help remind him that I was here to get a wine and not stand and stare at him.

“I am not done reading,” he replied in a voice that threw me into yesterday’s mistake, which I was quick to pull out from.

I couldn’t let the thought linger. It might cause us more harm than it already had.

Lucan’s eyes lingered on the cautions, and that just got me highly infuriated.

What an act. Trying to seem caring? Hmmph! Not possible!

I know Lucan. He might not have been a man I knew for long because of our clear insimilarities, but I know him to be cocky and manipulative, so this is just one amongst his very numerous ways to keep me.

After all that happened between us last night, I couldn’t afford to share the same space as him.

I do not want to be reminded about how shamelessly I had pleaded for him to touch my p***y, neither can I afford to stay in the same space as him…..not with everything that has happened between us and certainly not when he was looking this way. Hot and dangerous.

The air in the bar was growing thick, and I took that moment to speak, but like he knew I was about to, he suddenly spoke.

“About yesterday…”

“Nothing happened yesterday! Everything was… was a mistake.” I cut him off briskly, before he could finish his words while actively trying to grab the bottle from his hand just so we could end this.

But Lucan moved the bottle away gently, then slowly raised his gaze to meet mine.

My heart skipped the moment our eyes met, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

Not because I was bold, but because I wanted to see every expression of resentment that his face would carry.

But what happened next amused me.

Lucan set the wine aside, taking a step closer to me with a smirk at the corner of his lips. “Really?” he asked, caging me between himself and the counter.

My breath hitched, and I tried to breathe because it was undoubtedly suffocating from having him lean this close to me, but I didn’t let that hold me.

“Yes…” I replied, trying to mask the shakiness under my breath, even though he still noticed.

Silence fell in, and while Lucan stared at me, my heart pounded in fear and embarrassment.

What if someone walked in on us? What if my body gave up on me and decided to submit to his touch, because this closeness was making my skin crawl already, and I couldn’t help but pray for a way out?

A way out was what I thought….until I suddenly felt something against my thighs.

My skin jumped, and I dropped my gaze in that direction. There… Lucan was trailing his knuckles up the side of my left thigh, brushing it higher and higher.

My heart jumped in fear, but my skin jumped in need.

“Lucan…” I breathed in a half-shock and half-gasp, but that just had Lucan’s lips curling into a smile. A low dangerous one.

I have never since him smile, until now. He was always cold, and aloof that I never thought a part of him like this would exist.

My skin tingled, and with every trail his finger made higher, I felt my p***y… pulsing and tingling till it began to wet.

Instantly, my heart skipped again, and I tried to process what was happening, but if I was going to wait to process it, then I was giving him more time to invite my body to submission. So I took the easiest route.

To bolt off. To walk away from this sin of a man.

So, I tried to move, to get loose of the confines he had kept me in, but before I could, Lucan’s arms found under my thighs and he yanked me up.

“Lucan…” I gasped in fright, but the next thing I felt was my ass slamming into the table and the impact hitting my body, heart, and p***y.

I tried to move… but he gripped my arms, then moved a finger to my lips, pressing it gently in ways that had my body melting.

“Sssshhhh… Sugar… You don’t get to leave after triggering the beasts. You started it last night, sugar! Now allow me to end it.”

Lucan’s voice was subtle in ways I had never heard, and with every word he uttered, he dragged his finger down my lips gently while his dark and lust-filled eyes followed.

Now, his finger was at the bottom of my chin, and that made me instantly horny. But I knew I had to give it up.

I had to end it before it got worse. I used to hate this man! I still hate him! He is my father’s best friend… so I can’t let this keep happening. I can’t.

I pulled my brows together, feigning anger, because I wasn’t actually angry. Even if I was, my body wasn’t.

“I said everything that happened between us was a mistake!” I countered again while keeping my stern look.

Lucan’s eyes were cold, and his expression was as void of emotion as it actually always was.

So I thought this worked. I really thought it did, but it didn’t, because slowly, a very creepy smile crept to the right corner of his lips, then he began brushing his palm up my thighs while keeping his eyes hungrily, sexually, and psychopathically locked on mine.

“Are you trying to run from what your body already knows?”

A scoff slipped past my lips and I rolled my eyes angrily. “My body doesn't know anything.” I lied. “It was a mistake! All a mistake.”

“Mistake…” Lucan said, the word coming out of his mouth like venom, and that had me shamelessly dripping. But in between, I nodded my head and said, “Yes. It was a mistake.”

Lucan’s hand trailed higher, and my p***y pulsed, like it was expecting a finger more than it cared to admit.

“Was that what you told yourself yesterday when you were taking my finger and meaning for more?”

“Do not remind me!” I gritted, feeling the memories as they came crashing in like my embarrassment.”

Lucan chuckled. For the first time since I had ever known him. “Why? Are you running from yourself? Or are you running from the reality that you have just created?”

“You are a psycho,” I groaned, my p***y dripping at every word he said while I feared I might start moaning his name again.

“A psycho?” Lucan whispered, closing his eyes gently like he was trying to process a taste of it. “I am a psycho? Yet not only were you clutching my arms and moaning my name, you were riding my finger for more… huh?”

Humiliation burned into me, and the image of last night came flashing in. The way he had rolled those huge fingers into my tight p***y, f*****g me so hard while I rocked my hips forward, clutching his neck tightly and moaning for more.

Oh! God! I was shameless. Indeed.

Lucan’s palm brushed my thighs gently, his palm now very close to my p***y.

I stared at him, breath locking heavily in my throat while my heart throbbed in anticipation.

“Tell me…” Lucan bit gently on his lower lip, keeping his gaze heavily locked on mine. “I can feel the heat between your thighs… are you dripping already?”

My lips parted, but I couldn’t say a word. I wanted to say something, maybe one to piss him off, but I didn’t even get a chance because Lucan suddenly brushed his hand past the middle of my thighs and whispered in a breathless tone, “There is only one way to find out.”

“What way?” I asked stupidly, my eyes slightly widened. And before I could say anything, Lucan brushed a finger against my panties, pushing it to the side with that finger.

“Lucan…” I gasped with my mouth open, but he threw his head backward, licked gently on his lower lip, and said, “So f*****g wet, sugar! Your p***y is so f*****g wet, yet you were planning to hide it away?”

My cunt churned with wetness, and I tried to look away cause of embarrassment, but he gripped my chin and forced my face back to his, then whispered, “You don’t get to look away, sugar. You face your shame while I touch this p***y till you moan for the people outside to hear.”

“I am not going to do that,” I gritted definitely, feeling my p***y pulse and burn for him.

“Well, if I say you are… then you are…” He said with a dangerous smirk, before pushing the tip of his finger into my entrance hole.

My back arched and my lips fell open, eyes closing halfway, while I struggled to say a word.

“That’s it…” Lucan smirked excitedly, pushing his fingers inch by f*****g inch into my p***y till I lost control of my body, parting my legs wider and wider with every f*****g thrust.

When Lucan’s finger was finally lost into my warm and hungry p***y, he cupped the nape of my neck with his left palm, stared into my eyes, and said,

“Before I forget, sugar. You look damn hot in this dress, but nothing would beat having you spread your juice of blessing on it before the actual Christmas blessing.”