“If you stop wearing panties, there’s nothing to ruin. Or get in my way,” he says, kissing his way up my body. His beard tickles my skin and I can smell the subtle scent of sex on him. I still can’t quite believe I just did that to his face, but holy hell was it sexy. His cock is rigid between his thighs, flushed and tempting.
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his stiff length, stroking him in my fist.
“I want you inside me,” I say boldly. He’s asked me to tell him what I want and speaking like this is… liberating, though still a little terrifying.
Lukas groans, biting my shoulder. “I’ll give you anything you want, baby girl,” he says before standing to retrieve a condom. He tears the packet open with his teeth, sheathing himself before kneeling at the end of the bed, eyeing me with a crooked smirk. Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me down the bed, rolling me onto my side in one swift motion. I laugh, but a little shiver runs through me at the show of strength. I love it when he manhandles me a bit.
He straddles my lower leg, hooking the top one over his shoulder, grabbing my hips, and pulling me closer. He growls again, running his thumb through the arousal slicking my entrance, and dragging it up to my clit. The thick head of his shaft stretches me as he leans forward, burying himself deep. I’m so full of him that it blocks out everything else. He’s all I can think about and all I can feel.
“Fuck,” he mutters, eyes rolling back in his head. I love watching him like that. That I can make him feel so good… it’s powerful.
“You’re so goddamn tight, baby,” he says as he drags himself all the way out, impaling me again with more force and speed.
“Lukas!” I gasp, breathing hard with pleasure.
“Too much?” he asks, freezing in place, worry creasing his brow.
“No,” I moan. “Don’t stop! Give me more,” I plead.
His eyes flare, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he pulls out, thrusting back in, deep and hard.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“God, I love this greedy little pussy,” Lukas mutters, surging into me and dragging back out. He turns his head, biting the inside of my knee. The little nip echoes through my body in waves of building pleasure that makes my pussy clench around him. Lukas grins, a devilish, self-satisfied smile as he moves his lips, biting me again and swearing under his breath when my body responds.
Still on a high from my last orgasm and being driven to another, I give myself over to his intoxicating rhythm. Lukas’ body is practically humming with dominant energy, a little drop of sweat trails down his shoulder, following the line of his tattoo.
“You like that big cock, don’t you,” he growls, giving my ass a smack. Heat spreads through my core, throbbing and insistent.
“God yes,” I moan. He ducks under my leg, crossing it to his other shoulder. My abdomen twists and the new angle has Lukas stroking my g-spot on every thrust.
“Such a good girl. Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice low and rough with need. My heart is thundering in my ears. I’m so close and overwhelmed, it’s hard to focus on what he’s saying.
“I want you to make me come,” I whimper. “Oh God, please make me come.”
“Who’s my girl, Parker?” he asks, cracking a palm against my backside. It’s more noise than pain, but he glides a hand over my butt cheek, rubbing the slight sting into tingling warmth.
“I am,” I moan.
“Who makes you feel good, baby?” Lukas circles my clit with two fingers, licking the thumb of his other hand.
“You do!” I sob.
“Fuck yes, I do. God, you’ve got a pretty ass.” He presses the pad of his thumb against my puckered entrance, rubbing with unrushed persistence and oh-my-freaking-God. That feels way better than it has any right to.
“Come for me, baby. I wanna feel that pretty pussy soak my dick,” he growls. “Say my name and come on my dick. Who’s got you, Parker?” The edge I’ve been teetering on disappears. I fall, screaming out his name, my body trembling. I feel him shudder his release, shaking with the effort of holding me and staying upright. He slips out and collapses next to me on the mattress.
“Fuck,” Lukas gasps for air, an arm thrown over his eyes as one hand searches for me dramatically. I laugh, too blissed out to react when his hand wanders over my stomach and settles on my breast. “Is there a respectful way to imply you have a magic pussy?” he pants.
“You’re a born romantic, you know that?” I tease with a grin. Thank you, endorphins, because I feel incredible right now. I’m so happy I could just float up into the clouds and bob around like a balloon on a string.
Lukas composes himself, at least as much as he can. He rolls over to face me, cupping my cheek and kissing me. It’s soul-achingly sweet, and he draws it out until my heart is pounding.
“I’m glad you stayed. Thanks for not running off in the night.”
“You’re welcome,” I giggle.
“You wanna go back to sleep?” he asks.