7

Harlow licked her lips, staring up at him through her eyelashes. She was really about to do this. Really about to suck the Devil off in his own home.

And she already knew she was going to enjoy it.

Lucien's fingers moved from her hair to her cheek and he pried her jaw open when she didn't obey his command.

And then his cock was sinking inside her mouth. A faint trace of salt and musk hit her tongue and she licked the underside of his shaft, her hands grasping his hips to steady herself.

Harlow didn't expect Lucien to be easy with her, and he wasn't.

His tip hit the back of her throat and his hands fisted in her hair to the point of pain, holding her still while he pumped nearly his entire length into her mouth in one harsh thrust.

She gagged around his shaft and he chuckled, feeding her more of his cock until her nose brushed his pelvis.

"Little liars get their mouths fucked like little whores, Harlow," Lucien said roughly.

She couldn't help but moan as her pussy spasmed with need, an ache forming just to spite her. The desire she'd experienced on the car ride over flared to life, urging her to continue. To switch it up on him.

If Lucien wanted her to be his little whore right now, then she would be.

Harlow relaxed her throat, pulling back slightly so she could grab the base of his shaft and squeeze.

Lucien's hips jerked, his hold on her hair loosening a fraction and she smiled to herself before deep throating him. She took every inch into her mouth and swallowed, her muscles tightening until he bit out a harsh curse.

Harlow did it again, bobbing her head up and down over his shaft and then working him all the way inside and swallowing him whole.

"Harlow," Lucien rasped, the deep sound only making her work harder as she licked the underside of his shaft, chasing the vein she found with her tongue.

She released his cock with a pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to him. Her fingers worked her saliva into his shaft, and as she stroked him she gave his cockhead a sweet kiss.

"You're playing a dangerous game," Lucien warned, his jaw clenched as he watched her tease him. "You might not like what happens if you continue."

"Yes I will," she answered honestly, noticing the pearly liquid that was beginning to gather in the small slit on his tip. She stared up at him innocently, leaning forward to lap at the precum that was nestled there just for her. Harlow moaned at the slightly salty taste.

"Fuck," Lucien snapped, his hold tightening on her hair.

And then he was fucking her mouth savagely, uncaring that he was bruising her throat with each furious buck of his hips.

Harlow clung to him for dear life as he used her. She was so wet that she didn't know how she'd kept from begging him to touch her. Probably because her mouth was so full.

She found his balls, pulling gently on the sac just to see if he liked it.

"Fuck, Harlow!"

Lucien couldn't remember the last time he'd come so hard as he filled up Harlow's tight mouth with ropes of thick cum. He couldn't help but shudder as she swallowed it all, drawing him further into the wet heat of her mouth with a moan that vibrated his cock.

His breathing was heavy and his face was flushed, something he wasn't used to when he fucked. He was always clinical and to the point, never allowing himself to lose control of the situation. It was always a transaction to him.

Until now.

He couldn't look away from Harlow, trapped by the chokehold she had on his dick and the gleam of triumph in her eyes that she'd gotten him to crumble so easily from her handling. Her rosy lips were spread wide over his cock, and she kept sucking gently on his length, teasing him until he felt himself growing hard again already.

Lucien should have been furious that she'd taken the lead on this session until he'd eventually snapped, but he couldn't find it in himself to care, mostly because he was too busy thinking of the next time he would be coming down her throat.

Maybe instead he'd cum on her neck and rub it in. Make her wear him like a necklace until he allowed her to clean herself off. Or he could keep it on her and take her into public, let everyone see how he was treating her.

He had a feeling she'd both love and hate that option, and the thought made him heavily consider seeing which emotion would prevail.

Lucien shuddered as he pulled his cock free of her mouth, noting the pout on her face when he took away her new favorite toy.

She put him back into his slacks and sorted him without even needing to be asked, and he nearly demanded she take him back out when she bit her lower lip.

Lucien pulled Harlow to her feet, pushing her against the wall before he took her mouth with his.

He wasn't gentle, nipping her lower lip roughly until she opened for him. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting himself on her and he groaned. His cock was rock hard in an instant, and when her tongue danced with his, all he wanted to do was slice off her leggings with his knife and fuck her cunt until she screamed his name.

He pulled back before he lost himself in her. It wasn't his intention to kiss her or coddle her, or to make her feel special, no matter how much of his instincts were demanding he provide aftercare.

Harlow wasn't here for any of that.

He escorted her to the end of the hall, opening the door to her new room. He didn't bother giving her a tour of anything else, merely turning and walking away as she stepped inside.