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him, and
now this ? I’d thought him making love to me, or fucking me, as he had in
the past, had been mind blowing, but him all in the zone, being dominant? Wow. Sucking on him, when I had my hands cuffed behind my back as he’d towered over
me in his suit, his handsome face looking down at me, had been heady. Being
restrained, not knowing what was coming next? I’d loved it. But now I’d had
enough, I’d been patient for long enough. I didn’t want any more games or
teasing. I wanted him, inside me. I wanted to cling to him, to bite him, to
pull his hair, grip his firm bottom, kiss his chest and those sculpted abs and most
of all to touch that beautiful cock with my hands. I felt him climb off me and
his hands slip under my head as he carefully undid the blindfold. I kept my eyes
shut as it slithered away, then carefully opened them, squinting as I grew
accustomed to the dimly candle lit room.
    ‘Hello, beautiful,’ he smiled.
    ‘ Lucas,’ I whispered, full of emotion, as I
saw him standing at the bottom of the bed and I propped myself up on my elbows.
He stood with his hands on his hips, his fingers angled down towards that
enormous erection of his. I gulped as I studied him, I hadn’t seen him naked in
forever and the sight most definitely didn’t disappoint.
    ‘How many times do I need to remind you, Summer? In
this room it’s always, Sir,’ he advised, as he cocked his head, power radiating
from those shining eyes of his. ‘I’m Lucas in my bedroom or anywhere else, here
I’m Sir.’
    ‘Yes, Sir,’ I nodded, as I licked my lips while my
eyes roved all over his fit body. He was insanely toned, beautifully toned. I
wasn’t into guys with muscles that were so large they were out of proportion
with their body, where veins bulged to the point of popping. Lucas was simply
the personification of perfection, even without his gorgeous face, or those
clear slate grey eyes, which were currently burning into me as he scanned my
body too. What was he waiting for? His cock was quivering and flexing, he
was obviously ready. I held his gaze as my breaths got shorter and faster, the
anticipation was killing me as the air between us shimmered and the heat in the
room intensified. You could practically see the electricity arcing between us.
I squealed as he suddenly lunged forwards, throwing himself on top of me, his
fingers weaving into my hair as he kissed me wildly. I reached up and grasped
the back of his head with one hand, as the other slid down his back to grip his
firm backside and squeeze, at last. His skin was so warm, so soft to touch, yet
so firm at the same time. We rolled back and forth on the bed, our hands
grasping and needy, I managed to curl my fingers tightly around his large shaft
for a second, before he yanked them away.
    ‘Damn it, Summer,’ he groaned between thrusts of
his tongue into my mouth. ‘I’ve never wanted anyone so badly. I wanted to
prolong it, spend hours teasing you, making you come again and again before I
fucked you, but I can’t wait. It’s going to be hard, fast and raw. Tell me
you’re ok with that? I promise to make it up to you later.’
    ‘Yes, Sir,’ I confirmed eagerly, and he quickly
tipped me onto my back. I ignored the chaffing of my skin on the bedclothes and
parted my thighs, letting him nestle down between them, as we continued to kiss
like it was our first time. My best friend, Mandy, had asked me if it bothered
me that I’d never had sex with anyone but Lucas. She was the only one who knew that
he was actually the infamous Logan Steele. I’d replied that it didn’t. I really
didn’t care if anyone could make me feel even better than he had, because the
way he made me feel was … I didn’t even have words. I sincerely doubted anyone
could be better and I had no plans to find out. I felt him reach down to angle
himself against my clenching opening and took a deep breath. Finally, this was
it. He stopped kissing me and moved to brush his lips up and