Cōck, Cravings, and c*m-Stained Confessions

Chapter Seven

Lucas's hand slipped into the loose opening of my robe, his warm fingers finding the soft swell of my breast. I gasped quietly, my chest lifting into his touch before I could stop myself.

The way his hand cupped me, slow and certain, made me feel smaller. My n*****s hardened instantly underneath his touch, and he rolled them between his fingers. "Mmmh..." I moaned, shutting my eyes close.

God, my body betrayed me so easily.

I melted against him, relaxing into his arm as though my bones had lost their hold. Pleasure spread through me, and for a moment I forgot where I was. I forgot about everything else except his hand... his touch.

But then he began to travel lower, leaving my breasts, sliding down toward the heat between my thighs.

And that was when it hit me.

Since the death of Edward I had never once slept in this room, and today would be my first night in here. How could I have s*x with Lucas on the very first night I would be sleeping in my matrimonial room since his death?

Guilt rose from deep within me, shocked that I could forget such a big detail.

No, I shouldn't do that to my husband's memory. It would be wrong of me.

Lucas threaded deeper, and before he could dip his fingers into my core, I grabbed his hand, holding it still before it could go any further.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worry etched in his voice, his breath warm against my ear.

"Nothing... everything is fine, I just... I can't." I stuttered, having a hard time coming up with words that would get him to understand my grief.

"Huh?"

I turned to him, the words catching in my throat. "I can't," I repeated, forcing myself to meet his eyes. "This bed... it belonged to my late husband. We can't have s*x on it. Not tonight."

I stared at him, my teeth sinking into my lip as I waited for his reply. Lucas's eyes searched mine before giving a small nod. "Alright," he said softly. "We don't have to. We'll sleep in the other room."

Relief swept over me, though it was tangled with something else...

When we both climbed out of bed, I couldn’t stop wondering if I had just ruined the mood.

I rubbed at the hem of my robe nervously, walking out of the master bedroom and leading the way to the guest bedroom.

I felt nervous, like I should apologize to him. I knew he was ready to have s*x, and yet I ruined it by bringing up my late husband. Perhaps I should have just shut up and let him fück me. Edward is dead.

We reached the guest room, and Lucas pushed the door open before stepping inside. I lingered at the doorway, my fingers tightening around my robe, unsure of what to do next.

Finally, I blurted out, damning all consequence. "Did I... put an end to your mood?" I asked, my voice a bit shaky.

Lucas stopped right in the middle of the room, then slowly walked toward me. My stomach churned with nervousness with each step he got closer, and when he halted before me, he lifted his hand to my chin, tilting it up. With the way he stared at me, I felt like I might melt into the floor.

"It's funny," he murmured, his eyes catching mine, "that you think I'd ever not be in the mood to fück you."

Heat shot through me so quick I thought my skin might burst.

I pressed my lips together, my whole body trembling with raw desire.

But Lucas wasn't done. His eyes darkened as he leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear. "But you know... you interrupted us earlier." His voice was low and hoarse. "You'll have to pay for that."

My heart stumbled in my chest, thumping rapidly. His words sank in, and I swallowed. “Pay?” I mumbled, tracing his broad chest with my finger, trying to sound seductive. “How would you make me pay?”

He brought his face forward, his lips touching the shell of my ear. "You'll be on top," he whispered. "I want you to ride me."

I froze, my eyes going wide. My whole body heated in a way I couldn't describe. "I... I've never done that before," I admitted, my seductive self shying away.

Lucas pulled back just enough to smirk at me. "Don't worry," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "I'll guide you."

He moved backward, and while my eyes were fully on him, he undid his trousers, pushing them down in one smooth move before climbing onto the bed. He lay on his back, his c**k standing proud, thick and strong in the air, waiting only for me.

"Come on, take off your robe and trust me," he said, grinning.

I moved forward slowly, untying my robe before letting it slide down my shoulders until it pooled at my feet.

I stood naked before him, his eyes ravaging my body.

"Fück, you are so sexy."

His words got me excited, and I did a little sexy twirl, loving the feeling of being wanted.

"Don't be a tease," he groaned, his eyes stared at his c**k that was drooling with pre-c*m. "Just look how badly I want to be inside of you."

I climbed onto the bed slowly, deliberately swaying my hips, trying to give him a show. And with the throbbing of his c**k, I knew I was doing it well.

His gaze followed my every move, his eyes dark with lust.

Finally, I settled beside him, stretching my hand toward his shaft, then I wrapped my fingers around it. God, he was so thick. I knew I'd touched it before, but this— the heat of him pulsing against my palm— felt different.

I stroked him slowly at first, dragging my hand up and down his shaft. His breath hitched, and I couldn't look away from the way his chest rose and fell. Encouraged, I went faster, my hand sliding more confidently, my thumb brushing the swollen tip where he was already wet.

He let out a deep groan, and the sound made my püssy tighten in response.

"I want your püssy clutching my c**k," Lucas let out after a while, his voice strained, his body tensed under my touch. "I can't wait any longer. I need to feel your heat around me."

At his words, my püssy clenched in anticipation, wondering what it would feel like to ride him– to be on top. I licked my lips, my thighs already trembling before I even moved.

Slowly, I angled my hips and sank lower. His c**k pressed against my entrance until the tip slid inside.

The stretch made me whimper, my hands clutching his chest for balance. He filled me so deeply I thought I might break in half, but God... it felt so good. A low groan rumbled from his throat, blending with my soft moans.

"Ohhhhhhh..." I moaned softly, my breath hitching between each drawn-out sound, my eyes rolling back at the feeling of him deep in me.

This was a different kind of pleasure and the sweetest ever. For a second, I just sat there, leaning into the pleasure of it.

Then slowly, carefully, I began to move...

His groan rumbled against my skin as his hand gripped my thighs. "That's it," he muttered. "Ride me."

His groan rumbled against my skin, his chest heaving slightly as his hand gripped my thighs. "That's it," he muttered. "Ride me."

I moved slow at first, letting my body adjust to him, rolling my hips in small circles. The friction made me gasp, my head falling back, breasts bouncing slightly with each movement.

Then his hand grabbed my thighs tighter and lifted me up before bringing me down hard on his c**k. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh." I cried out, my head arching backward as pleasure shot through me.

"Fück me like that, Professor. Fück me."

I did just as he wanted, raising myself up and bringing my püssy down hard, my thighs slapping his as our bodies connected. A wet smack echoed with each drop, mixing with our gasps and moans.

I found a rhythm, lifting and dropping, each movement making my breasts bounce, my n*****s hard and aching in the air.

Lucas's hands came up, his thumbs brushing over my n*****s before he pinched them hard. Then he leaned forward and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly.

"Ohh... godddd... Yes! Ah—" I arched my chest into his mouth, my hips jerking as sparks shot through me.

He released my n****e only to grab my ass, landing a hard slap. The sharp sting made me cry out, but my püssy clenched and squelched around his c**k.

"You like that?" he asked roughly, landing another smack on my ass.

I could only whimper in response, my hips rolling harder.

The bed squeaked under us as I bounced on his c**k, his hands guiding my hips, his voice low in my ear. "Faster. Ride me faster."

I obeyed, moving harder, the wet slap of my püssy filling the room as I rose and dropped, each thrust pulling a moan from my throat.

His c**k speared me deep. My body was going crazy, every part of me sweating.

But after a while, my legs started to shake, the ache biting into my muscles. "Oh God, I can't—" I gasped, my rhythm faltering as the ache spread through my legs.

Lucas chuckled in response, his hand landing on my ass again. "You can. Don't stop. I want to feel you break on my cöck."

My nails dug into his chest as I pushed myself harder, hips slamming down, sweat dripping down my back.

I couldn't tell where the shame ended and the desire began. I was riding a man half my age, moaning on top of him like a shameless slut, my püssy dripping all over his c**k.

And still— it felt too good to stop.

"Lucas!" I screamed, my voice cracking as pleasure rolled through me. "I can't—please—I can't anymore—"

My legs buckled, my thighs quivering uncontrollably. I collapsed against his chest, moaning softly as my body trembled in a mix of pleasure and exhaustion.

Lucas's arms wrapped around me strongly. He kissed the side of my neck, then pulled back just enough to look at me with that wicked smirk.

"Then I'll take over."

He rolled me beneath him in one move, his body covering mine, then lifted my legs high, holding both in place.

He slammed back into me, a low groan escaping him with the force of the thrust, filling me deep in one hard motion.

"God—you're so tight," he growled, chest heaving with exertion. "So wet, Professor." Each word came with a short grunt of effort.

He didn't let me breathe, he fücked me rough, his balls slapping against my ass, again and again.

"LUCAS!!! OHHHHHHH—" My moans tore through the room, tears streaming down my cheeks as my head fell back, the sound bouncing off the walls.

His words shattered what was left of me. My püssy clenched tighter, my whole body straining as the orgasm rushed up too fast.

"Lucas! I—ahhh!" My moans cracked, gasps tumbling out as I came hard around him, body convulsing, legs shaking violently.

He didn't stop. He kept thrusting, fücking me through my orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure, my püssy spasming around him.

And only seconds later, with one last deep thrust, Lucas groaned loud and hard. He pulled out quick, his c**k twitching as his release splattered hot across my stomach, painting me in his c*m.

I lay there panting, staring at the mess on my body, my heart racing out of control. My thighs still quivered, but inside me... I felt alive.