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Wet For Lucas (2)

Wet For Lucas (2)

Tiana's POV

The movie’s screams faded into meaningless background noise as Lucas slowly pulled his fingers from between my legs, leaving me panting and achingly empty. My soaked lace panties clung to my swollen folds, and I could feel my own warmth trickling down the insides of my thighs in slow, sinful trails. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. Before I could even try to steady my breathing, Lucas gripped my hips firmly and tugged me sideways across his lap so my back pressed flush against his solid chest, my legs spread wide over his strong thighs.

His hand immediately returned under my skirt. This time there was no teasing. He yanked my ruined panties roughly to the side and pushed three thick fingers straight into my dripping heat. I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out. The stretch was intense and delicious, his fingers filling me so completely that my walls fluttered around the intrusion. He started pumping them deep and fast, setting a rhythm that made my entire body jolt with every thrust.

“You’re such a greedy girl,” he whispered hotly against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “Your p***y is pulling my fingers in like it never wants to let them go.”

On the giant screen, blood splattered violently across the darkness as another victim met a gruesome end, but none of it mattered to me now. All I could keep my attention on was the relentless rhythm of Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs. He f****d me harder with his fingers, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside while his thumb rubbed firm, relentless circles over my throbbing c**t. The wet, slick sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of my soaked core filled the small space around us.

I was dripping everywhere. My arousal ran down his wrist and soaked the front of his jeans. I rocked my hips desperately, riding his hand like I was in heat, chasing the pleasure that was already building again at frightening speed. Every curl of his fingers sent sparks shooting through my body and my n*****s strained painfully against my thin top, begging for attention.

Lucas’s other hand slipped under my top and cupped my breast, pinching my stiff n****e hard enough to make me jolt. The sharp sting blended perfectly with the deep thrusting of his fingers and sent me spiraling higher. My thighs trembled violently around his arm. I was so close again, teetering right on the edge of another powerful release.

“Don’t hold back,” he breathed against my neck, gently biting down on my earlobe. “I want to feel you soak my hand while everyone else is watching the movie, completely unaware of what a filthy girl you’re being right now.”

His fingers sped up, slamming into me with wet, urgent strokes while his thumb pressed harder and faster on my c**t. The pressure inside me became almost unbearable and my mouth fell open in a silent cry as the orgasm ripped through me like lightning.

I came hard, my p***y clamping down around his thrusting fingers as powerful waves rolled through my core. Fresh hot wetness gushed out around his hand, soaking his fingers, his palm, and where we were seated. My entire body shook uncontrollably in his lap and I had to bite my own wrist to keep me from screaming as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me. My juices kept flowing, dripping messily down my ass and onto his lap in warm streams.

Lucas didn’t stop. He kept f*****g me through the orgasm, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive, my p***y fluttering wildly around his fingers. Only when I was a trembling, soaked mess did he finally slow down and ease his fingers out of me.

He brought his glistening hand up to my mouth. “Clean it,” he ordered softly, his voice thick with lust.

I parted my lips obediently and sucked his fingers clean, tasting my own sweet, tangy arousal. The filthy act made my spent p***y twitch with fresh hunger and Lucas watched me with dark, burning eyes as I licked every drop from his skin, my tongue swirling around his fingers like I was starving for him.

The movie continued playing, but I had completely lost track of the plot. All I could think about was how full and used I felt, how soaked my thighs were, and how badly I still wanted more of him. My body was humming, every nerve alive and sensitive.

Lucas shifted beneath me, pressing the hard, thick bulge of his c**k firmly against my ass. He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear as his hand slid back between my legs, his fingers gently stroking my oversensitive folds.

“We still have forty minutes left,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “And I’m nowhere near done playing with this dripping little p***y of yours, Tiana.”

I shivered hard in his lap, already aching and ready for whatever wicked thing he planned to do to me next in the dark back row of the theater.