Page 120 of Wicked Lord

A thrill raced up my spine as he lowered me to the soft turf and hovered over me.

“All the guys are gone,” he whispered, “and the likelihood of someone showing up at this hour is pretty low…”

Inhibitions weren’t really my thing. And the idea of Axel claiming me in the middle of the football field had liquid lightning surging through my veins.

“Fuck yes,” I blurted as I reached for his belt buckle.

“That’s my good girl.” He shoved my skintight dress up my hips and slid my panties down my legs.

I had his cock out before he could untangle my thong from my sneakers. “Just leave it,” I panted as I reached for him, reveling in his rock-hard erection. For me. This time there were no doubts, there was nothing fake about this moment.

Axel chose me.

We were really doing this.

I positioned his cock at my entrance, sliding his head across my soaked center, and every nerve lit up.

“Mmm, baby, that’s exactly how I love your pussy, dripping wet and ready for me.”

Love? My brain short-circuited at the word. Sure, he was talking about my vagina, but could he possibly feel an ounce of what I felt for him?

He thrust inside me, and all coherent thoughts vanished as raw pleasure streaked across my lower half. As he pounded into me, my hands curled around his ass driving him harder, faster. His thick head rubbed against my clit, over and over again.

This would be a quick one, I could already feel the orgasm building with each powerful thrust.

My head fell back on a moan and that little pink bag raced across my peripheral vision. What the hell did he have in there? I tucked the question into the back of my mind, saving it for later and wrapped my legs around Axel’s hips, driving his cock deeper.

“Fuck, blondie, you feel so good. Can you feel how your pussy clenches around my dick? She’s so hungry for me.”

“Yes, don’t stop.” My hips picked up the tempo, meeting each of his frenzied thrusts. “I’m going to come…”

“That’s right, Lore, come all over my cock like a good girl. I’m going to fill you up with my cum. I want it dripping down your legs when we walk out of here, so everyone knows you’re mine. All mine.”

I could almost hear his unspoken words. And not Brock Haversham’s.

He slid his hand between us, his deft fingers finding my clit. “Come for me, baby.”

With one final thrust, I plunged over the edge as the orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave of raw pleasure.

“Oh, Axel,” I cried out as my inner walls constricted around his cock, coaxing out his own climax.

His head fell back, and our moans filled the thick air between us. For an incredible moment, everything else fell away, all the fear, all the anxiety about the future. It was just Axel and me on this immense field, entwined as one.

“Fuck, Lorelei, that was amazing.” Tiny beads of perspiration glistened across Axel’s brow as he dropped a gentle kiss on my forehead still buried deep inside me. “You’re a dream come true.”

A silly laugh slipped out, and my head fell back on the soft lawn. That pink bag edged along the corner of my vision once again. Curiosity got the best of me, and I blurted, “What’s in the bag?”

That sinful grin returned. “Melted chocolate. So I can slather it all over your beautiful pussy and really feast. This is only the beginning, Lore…”

CHAPTER 49

A VERY DANGEROUS GAME

Axel

Classical music played through the stunning mansion, mixing with murmurs of conversation and bursts of laughter. Copper Cove’s elite were dressed in finery while sipping on expensive champagne and picking at overpriced hors d'oeuvres. Everyone seemed to be having a good time—all except the newest member of the Serpents & Daggers.

Micah leaned against a wall, inching closer to a door leading to the rest of the house where guests weren’t allowed.