I’d lost all control to Lucas fucking Pratt.
That should have infuriated me. Instead, it flooded my pussy with wet heat.
I whimpered into his mouth, writhing beneath him again. “Lucas…” I groaned against his lips.
He didn’
t stop kissing me, just dragged his mouth up to my ear. “Ronnie…” he groaned back, although I could hear the devilish delight in his voice. Even that should have pissed me off. It didn’t. It ignited in me a hunger I’d never experienced before.
“Fuck me,” I moaned, the words part plea, part curse.
His stare took mine prisoner. “Say that again.”
I rolled my hips, desperate for the feel of his cock stretching my sex to its limits; angry that he was teasing me, making me wait. “Fuck. Me,” I snarled.
He tsked at me. “Ask nicely.”
I buried my hand in his hair, balled it into a tight fist and yanked his head down to mine. “Fuck you.”
“Now there’s my Ronnie,” he murmured, penetrating me again in a single savage thrust.
“Yes,” I cried out, still gripping a fistful of his hair as I wrapped my legs around his hips and took him deeper still into my body.
We moved together, our rhythm perfectly in sync, our breath mingling as we nipped at each other’s lips, captured each other’s tongues.
I felt Lucas’s groan vibrate in his chest a heartbeat before I heard it. It was singularly the most incredibly sexy sound I’ve ever experienced. The sound of my mysterious, scary, intimidating neighbor succumbing to the pleasure I was forging in him with my body, my pussy…
It was too much. It was perfect.
And I needed more.
I needed—
With another groan, Lucas rolled onto his back, taking me with him until I straddled his hips, impaled on his cock.
“Holy fuck, yes,” I ground out, riding his shaft. The shift in position unleashed a universe of delicious new pleasure through me, and before I could do anything but claw at his chest and throw back my head, I came.
My orgasm detonated through me, hot and tight and tingling. A pulse of living electricity that seared me to my very core.
I rode his body, his hands kneading my breasts, my name falling from him over and over as his upward thrusts grew wilder, faster. And then rhythm was lost to him, and he grabbed at my hips, drove his head into the pillow and roared my name as his seed pumped into me in wild spurts.
I came again, the force of Lucas’s orgasm, the driving strokes of his cock, pushing me over the edge into another climax that stripped away any hope I had of control.
A keening cry filled the room, raw and ripe with pleasure. My cry.
“So gorgeous,” he said as he drove up into me over and over. “So perfect, so beautiful.”
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, fed by his words, his hands, his touch.
As the last pulses of my orgasm began to fade, Lucas drew me down to him and captured my mouth with his, kissing me—really kissing me—as my body milked him of his release and his hands worshipped my ass.
And then it was over. Utterly drained, I slumped onto Lucas’s upper body, my pussy gripping his still-throbbing length, my cheek mashing against his chest.
It took a second for rational thought to activate.
“Shit,” I blurted out, scrambling off him. “Did I hurt you?”
He chuckled, watching me from his back, his hands threading behind his head as I came to settle in a nervous kneel at his hip.