“I don’t want to hurt you.” His breath fanned the back of my head, my shoulder, between my shoulder blades. “I don’t have any—”
“Find a way,” I demanded. I was burning up, so hungry for him I was trembling. Breathless.
He buried his fingers into my pussy.
I cried out, and then groaned in approval as he withdrew his fingers and smeared my moisture over the tight ring of my anus.
“Remember to breath, babe,” he instructed.
I nodded. Goddamn, why wouldn’t he hurry up?
“Remember,” he repeated, lips hot on my spine, “to,” he pressed his thumb against my opening, sending raw, concentrated pleasure roaring through me, “breath.
With a sliding burn, h
e possessed my ass with his thumb and sank two fingers into my sex.
My orgasm erupted in a crashing, brutal surge of liquid tension. I cried out, thrusting my hips higher, harder to his hand. “Holy fuck, yes.”
The words tore from my throat as my release tore through my body, making me thrash and whimper and writhe on the ground. I didn’t think it possible to be consumed by greater pleasure.
And then, as the pulses of my orgasm began to slow, as the trembling in my muscles began to subside, Lucas withdrew his hand from my body and drove his rock-hard cock into my constricting, pulsing sex. Filling me to the hilt.
His balls slammed against my thighs, his mouth claimed the back of my neck, my shoulder. He pumped into me, driving me higher, higher, higher to sexual oblivion.
“Oh God, Lucas,” I moaned over and over, squeezing my eyes shut as I drove back into his thrust. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Harder.”
He obeyed, his hands gripping my hips, sliding up my rib cage, cupping my breasts. His cock stretched my pussy, a wonderful friction that propelled me closer to another orgasm. So close. So close to release again.
“Need to see you, babe,” he growled, and suddenly he was gone, sliding from my body.
I gasped in protest. And then moaned in delight as he pressed me to the floor on my side, lifting my leg to drape it over his shoulder, his hands braced on the floor on either side of my body as he buried himself once more into my pussy.
Fresh waves of intense pleasure rushed through me. Stole my breath. I gripped one of his arms, watching the rapture etch his face as he slammed into me over and over.
Heat began to prickling in the soles of my feet, and I hissed.
“I’m going to…” He rolled his hips, driving deeper into my body, and I lost my words.
“So tight and hot and perfect and mine,” he moaned, gazed locked with mine, his rhythm wild and almost savage.
I was his. I think I had been for longer than either of us ever knew.
“Mine.” The word fell from him, raw and shaky, as his speed quickened.
The fire licking through my veins grew hotter. The tension in my core grew thicker. Waves of constricting pressure began to build, began to pool in my body.
“Mine,” he groaned, or was it a growl?
“Yours,” I agreed, sinking my nails into his arm as I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles once again. “Always yours. Always.”
I came. An eruption of sensation and release unlike any I’d had before.
Lucas exploded with me, filling me with his seed, his pleasure, my name on his lips, his body in mine.
Holy crap, it was intense. Amazing.
And perfect.