Wavering Mollisher

Lucas's Woman

“Working,” Della says flatly. She tries to shove off Lucas, but his muscles tense underneath her, wrapping around her tighter.

“You’re a lady of the evening, now?” Lucas disapprovingly states.

“Yes. I am providing for my father and me. I left a note!” Della begins to crawl underneath Lucas’s arms, but the man adjusts his posture, trapping Della into his chest. 

“That’s all well, but you nearly made the man die of fright! Not to mention the worry you caused Henry, Caroline, and me. All to go play on the streets?” His voice rises. “I thought I made myself clear: You are mine. How do I find another man’s lips and hands on you?”

Della is speechless. Lucas smirks.  “I think I need to remind you whose touch lights you on fire.” His lips find her throat, gently kissing the skin before biting down. Della wraps her arms around Lucas's neck arching her neck towards his lips.

“Do you know how wild you drove me when I saw you tonight?” His lips travel down to her collarbone. “In this dress? On another man’s lap? Gods, what are you doing to me?” His hands slide to her shoulders, slowly running down her arms. Della shivers at his warm touch, desire beginning to pool in her belly. His fingers pull on the fabric around her arms until her breasts fall out. Della finally forms a sentence. “I'm not a piece of property. I can make my own decisions."

Lucas growls at the sight of her milky breasts. His hands envelop them. “Nothing underneath? Della, I'm going to punish you.” His hands swiftly rid her of her dress, exposing her body to him. “And to your statement, I thought it was implied you belong to me. Although if you don’t want me as a suitor, please tell me now.” 

Lucas's lips on her body are everything Della needs to not protest his claim on her. Deep down excitement bubbles at belonging to Lucas and him to her.

Lucas pulls her to the couch against the wall, pulling her over his lap. “This ass.” His hand massages her cheeks. “I missed it.” She feels a slap land across it.

“That is for leaving.” Another slap lands on her skin. “And that is for flirting with another man.” A couple of more slaps land before he stops, lavishing her backside with his lips.  He lifts Della back up, sitting her back on his thighs, his lips meeting her tenderly.

  Della mewls as his hands wash over her curves.

 “Della, you had me worried.” His forehead comes to rest against hers.

“I’m tired of being helpless, Lucas.” She lays against his shoulder. “I’m tired of playing a damsel in distress while you and Caroline play my white knights."

 “And becoming a lady of the evening is your answer?” An animalistic growl escapes Lucas’s lips. 

“Not necessarily. Angie is helping me gather intel on who killed my mother." Della’s hands weave into Lucas’s ark hair, playing with his short hairs.

 Lucas relaxes at her touch. “Have those men touched you inappropriately?"  Lucas is about to storm outside and beat Della's blond companion to a pulp.

“Of course not! Lucas, I'm only interested in the information. Those two are gossips. They are talking about the new president of the Upper-Class framing you. It's Ruth-your ex.” Della smiles proudly at her detective skills.

Lucas’s hands still on her back. After a couple of minutes, he throws his head back and laughs. “You little minx! You got intel quicker than I did! Although I am not shocked that Ruth is behind this. The girl has quite the vindictive streak."

“ I must get back to Daniel. He and his friend are likely to spill more information.” Della tries to move off Lucas's lap.

“You will do no such thing! No other man will touch you ever again! However, I promise I won’t treat you as a damsel in distress to an extent. Now. I believe your friend might come to check on us. Maybe we should make this believable? I think it's time you offer me your services” Lucas's lips crash on hers.

Della deviously smiles against his lips. It was time to turn the tables on Lucas Clarke. She slides off his knees and kneels in front of him. She swiftly pulls his pants to his knees, pulling out his hard erection. She wastes no time wrapping her mouth around it, sending a shiver of shock through Lucas.

“Oh gods, Della! Where…” His hands twist in her hair as his words are lost to the pleasure between his legs.  She licks and sucks rapidly and is rewarded when she feels his seed squirt into her mouth. She swallows, wiping her lips before standing. 

Lucas grabs her shoulders roughly, bringing her face back to his. He lifts Della slightly over his lap until his member is lined below her entrance. He slowly begins sliding inside of her, earning a breathy moan from the gorgeous redhead.“Where did you learn that naughty girl?” He whispers in her ear.

“Angie.” The first waves of pleasure begin to wrap around Della’s body.

“I did enjoy seeing you take me in your mouth. I also enjoy taking you on my lap.” Della meets his lips with hers moving her lips sloppily as her high intensifies.