Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Pushing off the doorframe, he walks over to me, and my pulse starts to race, knowing he’s in here to do something to me. He’s already told me tonight is a big event-our first public appearance as husband and wife. I can only imagine what he’s got planned for me before we leave this house. My body tingles in anticipation.
“There’s no reason to be nervous, Lake,” he says, noticing the change in my breathing.
I swallow and lie. “I’m not.”
A smirk plays across his lips. “So you’re saying you’re this worked up over nothing?” He arches a brow.
No reason to lie again, so I don’t respond.
Reaching out, he unties the sash holding up my robe. I didn’t want to put clothes on, fix my hair and makeup, then mess it up getting undressed. That’s what I tell myself anyway. In the back of my mind, I was screaming easy access in case he came and fucked me beforehand.
He gently pushes the soft, fluffy material off my shoulders and it falls to my feet. Once again, I stand naked before him while he’s fully clothed, and I wish he’d get undressed.
His fingers run down my heaving chest, and the metal from his rings makes me shiver when they run over my breast.
“Gorgeous,” he whispers, and it makes my breath catch and butterflies flutter in my stomach. He’s such a good liar. And I’m the dumb bitch who believes it. Luke made me get my boobs done, but he hated them. Said they were too small. That he should have made them go bigger. I weighed a hundred and ten pounds and was a small A. I’d say a full D is damn well big enough on my body size.
The tip of his finger lazily circles my nipple. My eyes lift to his and he grips it, pulling me into him, and I gasp at the pinch. The moment my body knocks into his, his hands lower to my ass, his fingers dig into my hot skin, and he picks me up, setting me on the countertop where I was just doing my makeup.
I open my legs, wrapping them around his hips and pull him into me without thought as he stands in front of me.
My mind has been racing about what William told me. “Mr. Crawford isn’t a bad man. He’s just the type who does whatever needs to be done.
He felt the need to marry me. Why can’t I enjoy it? Because it will end in a fiery crash. We’re not meant to be together forever. My father will see to it.
He lowers his head to my breast, and I lean my head back against the cold mirror when his lips wrap around my nipple. He sucks on it, softly, tenderly.
“Please,” I beg, my fingers gripping his dark hair. I’m rough and needy, my body is already prepared for this. I’ve been getting ready for the last two hours just waiting for him to come find me. I’ve got myself all worked up about it.
Letting go, he does the same thing to the other.
I’m panting, my pussy throbbing.
He pulls away, and my legs sag off the side of the counter. Still standing between them, he reaches into his empty glass and picks up a piece of ice, rubbing it over my nipple. I gasp at the coldness. It’s melting so fast the water runs down my stomach and between my legs. And then he does it to the other.
Leaning over, he gently blows on them, and I arch my back. My hands grip his suit jacket, needing more. Reaching into his pocket, he removes what looks like clear cylinders with black handles on the end.
“Lick it,” he orders, bringing one up to my lips.
I do so without thought. I run my tongue along the outer edge of the small circle and even close my lips around it.
His eyes darken, and his free hand grips my thigh. When he pulls it free of my mouth, there’s a thin line of drool that falls on my chin. Lowering the device to my breast, he presses it to my skin, covering my nipple, and starts to twist the dial on the end. I cry out when it begins to suck my nipple into the cylinder.
“Tyson,” I gasp, reaching for it.
He swats my hand away. “Again,” he commands, placing the other one in my mouth and I suck on it. The action makes me moan, and he smiles. “Such a needy fucking slut,” he murmurs, his free hand grabbing my other breast before slapping the side of it, making my hips buck involuntarily. I can’t even be ashamed. It’s so true.
He pulls it free of my mouth, and I suck in a deep breath, bracing myself. Arms out, I curl my hands around the edge of the countertop I sit on. I arch my back for him as he presses it to my other nipple and repeats the action. They both hang off my breasts like a vacuum, holding them hostage.
I go to get up, to fall to my knees in the middle of the bathroom for him, but he wraps his hand around my throat and holds me in place. “You’ll stay right where you are until I tell you to move.”
My eyes roll back into my head, and I’m gasping for air. Fuck, my nipples are on fire, but it feels so good. Opening my eyes, I see his free hand has his cell in it. He sets it down on the counter.
“You’ve got ten minutes.”
He set a timer. I moan impatiently. “Are you going to fuck me?”
He chuckles. “What kind of husband would I be if I only gave you ten minutes?”
I whimper. “Please.” My hips rock, my ass sliding on the cold marble countertop.
“That what you want, Lake? For me to turn you around, bend you over, and fuck your cunt? Hmm? You want my cum dripping out of your pussy the rest of the night?” He slaps the side of my breast, making me whimper. The action has the cylinder jerking at the movement and pulls on my nipple.
“Yes.”
“Want everyone to see how desperate you are to be fucked like the slut you are?”
That’s exactly what I am-desperate. My nipples feel like teeth are nibbling on them, and my clit is pulsing. “Please, sir…”
His hand tightens around my throat, and he leans his face into mine. I look up at him through my lashes. “What did you just call me?” His low and dark growl only fuels my need for him to fuck me.
“Sir,” I say, my lips parted, trying to breathe. He hasn’t cut off my air completely, but he’s close.
I’ve never been the girl who got turned on by the thought of role-play. But right now, I’d drop to my knees, pucker up my lips and call him Daddy if it meant he’d let me suck on his dick like it was my own personal pacifier. So I say, “Please, sir, fuck me.”
His lips attack mine, and I wrap my legs around him once more. My hands grip his ass while his free hand massages my breast. He takes my air away with the one around my throat, and I don’t even care. There’s no fight for survival in a single bone in my body right now. Just raw fucking desire. A needy bitch for cock.
He pulls away, arm stretched out, holding my head in place. “Don’t move,” he commands, letting me go. My neck and back arches while I suck in a deep breath.
He grabs the small bench underneath the countertop for the vanity. He then grabs my ankles and places my bare feet at each end, my legs open wide for him. My soaked pussy on display.
He runs his thumb over my wet lips, and I close my eyes in victory.
“Is this what you want?” He pushes one finger into me.
“More,” I breathe. My nipples are throbbing. The sensation seems to intensify with every second.
He enters a second. “My wife is soaked.”
“Yes.” I nod, practically crying.
I open my eyes, lift my head, and see him fall to his knees on the bench between my open legs. His hands go underneath my knees, lifting them, and he pulls them to drape over his shoulders. Yanking my ass to the end of the counter, he keeps his eyes on mine as he runs his tongue over my pussy. He gets to my clit and sucks it into his mouth and I’m saying things that don’t make sense.
My chest rises and falls fast with each rapid breath, and it makes the cylinders jerk, pulling on my nipples while he sucks on my clit. I’m so close to coming when he pulls away.
I slump on the countertop, and he stands, placing my feet back on the bench. Reaching out, he grabs my right breast and twists the end once more, intensifying the sting of my nipple, and I’m gasping. He then does the other. “Ty-son.” My back arches, trying to reach out for him, needing him to come kiss me.
I’m shaking violently. I never knew a body could need something so much. It’s an addiction. A high that I’d beg him for.
He grabs my arms, yanks me from the countertop, and turns me to face the mirror. “Knees on the bench. Spread them wide open for me.”
He helps me, my legs shake so much, and I get up on the white leather bench and spread my legs as wide as I can. The action pushes my ass out behind me.
Picking up the mascara I had dropped when he entered, he hands it to me. “Finish your makeup, Mrs. Crawford.”
I don’t know why, but the way he calls me Mrs. Crawford makes it even sexier. I watch him in the mirror as he drops his eyes to my naked body, and he steps up behind me. His hand falls between my parted legs and gently rubs his fingers over my pussy. His fingers lazily play with my cunt, teasing me, knowing I want his cock. Removing them, he slaps my ass. “Makeup, Lake.”