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As if he heard my request, Lochlan’s hand slides up the back of my thigh. When he grabs a rough handful of my ass possessively with a growl, liquid heat floods my panties.
Wow. That definitely didn’t happen with that other guy whose name I can’t seem to recall. What’s-his-name’s touch felt wrong, while Lochlan’s…I just want more. I want him to keep touching me. Everywhere. Just like under the table earlier tonight.
His fingers find the string of my thong, ripping my panties down to my thighs with an impatient roar. A second later his palm is back on my bottom, his long fingers running through the dampness from behind. The most embarrassing whimper escapes me.
“Fuck, you’re dripping wet,” Lochlan grumbles against my lips. I still don’t know if that’s a good thing or not until one of his fingers easily slides inside of me. I cry out in surprise as I go up on my toes. My hands fly out to clutch the lapels of his jacket to brace myself. Without the added moisture the invasion would’ve hurt, but thanks to it…well, it’s still strange to be penetrated in such an intimate way, over and over again. Not bad, just different.
“So damn tight. I’ve never had a virgin pussy,” Lochlan informs me as he tilts my head to kiss my neck. I knew that was his only draw to me. I should’ve known that he wouldn’t have ever been with a virgin since he has sex with prostitutes. “You wanted to get fucked tonight after coming for me earlier? Is that why you came here dressed like a little slut begging for a dick?”
“I…I’m not…” It’s impossible to form a coherent thought with how he’s touching me and kissing down my throat. A second finger joins the first, both thrusting deep inside of me. My own fingers grip the front of Lochlan’s suit jacket tighter.
“Were you going to let him fuck you?” When I don’t respond, his face appears in front of me. “Answer me, Sophie!”
“M-maybe. I don’t…I don’t know.” A third finger filling me makes it hard to think.
Lochlan’s tongue darts out, licking a line down the other side of my neck. At the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, Lochlan’s teeth sink into my skin for a second before he lifts his face to mine.
“In that case, I better pop your cherry before you give it to someone else. You’re good and ready now, aren’t you?”
A whimper escapes my lips when he removes his fingers from me to tug my panties the rest of the way down my legs to my ankles. When he stands up to his full height again, he says, “Kick your panties off.”
I lift one heel to discard the fabric, then the other.
“Good girl. Now lift up your dress.”
“What?”
His jaw clenches as he stares at the short hem of my dress. “Lift your dress, Sophie. Show me your virgin pussy. I want to see how perfect it looks before I ruin it.”
I glance back to the door to the lounge that I don’t think is locked, down at the man still unconscious on the ground. Lochlan slams a palm against the wall beside my head to get my attention. He tilts my chin up to look at him. “Lift your dress. Now, Sophie.”
I release his suit to lower my hands, hiking up the tight material, baring myself to the cool air and the mad man in front of me.
While staring down at the apex of my thighs, Lochlan releases my jaw to shove his fingers between my legs and begins to rub me again. Both of my hands shoot out to wrap around his unmovable, tattooed arm, to stop him or urge him on, I’m not sure.
No, that’s a lie.
I’m already addicted to how he can make me feel after one orgasm. As his fingertips move against my bare flesh, I can’t help but squirm and gasp at the return of the tingling sensation.
The back of my head falls limply against the wall, causing Lochlan to smile smugly at me like he did the first time.
My thighs tighten, holding his hand hostage. His touch feels good. So good. And I don’t want him to ever stop. With each passing second his groping gets even better until there’s that familiar growing pressure in my lower belly.
Two of his long fingers push inside of me again, and combined with his thumb rubbing me…well, I’m in awe of how good it feels when my inner walls clench around his thrusting digits. I thought sex would only hurt, not feel so…wow. I’ve only ever had tampons inside of me, and they were dry and uncomfortable. Lochlan’s fingers are completely different.
My breathing grows more rapid the longer he keeps it up, like I’ve been playing tennis for hours when I’m only standing against the wall getting harassed by my soon-to-be-husband.
Not that it’s a bad thing. No, it’s a good kind of harassment. Seeing him so upset because another man kissed me and touched me shouldn’t make me happy, but it does. I’m a horrible person. The poor guy’s hand is destroyed, and yet I can’t find it in me to feel all that bad for him.
I’m still holding onto Lochlan’s arm to help keep myself upright when he starts to pull away. I dig my fingernails into his arms to stop him.
“Say it, Sophie.”
Knowing exactly what he wants to hear, I give it to him. “Please,” I whisper.
“I like hearing you beg, princess. Especially when you do it in front of Daddy while I’m fingering you so good under the dining table. Now, say it again.”
Since his thumb continues teasing my clitoris, that spot that feels so good, I oblige. “Please, Lochlan.”
