“Yes!” I grab his hair and bring his lips to mine. “Yes, I want you. I want to come. Please fuck me.”
We kiss and his fingers thread in my hair, tugging lightly to angle my head back.
“You beg so pretty, sweetheart.” Lucas kisses my throat. “I’m going to mark your body all over. Even when my hickeys fade, you’ll feel me there.”
I shiver at his words. He kisses me again, then gets up to dig through his jeans. He comes back with a condom and a dirty smile.
Anticipation buzzes across my oversensitive skin, every inch tingling with a hungry need only Lucas can satisfy.
Lucas rips open the wrapper and rolls the condom down his cock. He sits against the pillows and pats his thigh.
“Come here, Gemma. You beg for my cock like that, you have to ride it to make yourself come.”
My insides burst and heat floods my face. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I kneel up on quaking thighs and straddle his hips. My hands rest on his shoulders as he strokes my sides.
“I’ve got you,” he rumbles.
Nodding, I lick my lips. His thumb strokes over my ribs and he steadies me with a hand on my hip. I kiss him when he lines his cock up. When I inch down on his cock, he swallows my choked gasp.
He lets me set the pace and I go slow. There’s an overwhelming sense of fullness and I don’t think I’ve taken his entire cock yet.
A quiet groan hisses through Lucas’ teeth and his hands skate everywhere, teasing my nipples and my clit with touches that are too soft, leaving me wanting more.
There’s a pinch and a tightness with his cock filling me, stretching me. My chest heaves with my breath once I’m fully seated in his lap.
Lucas falls forward, face pressed to my chest and neck. His lips move on my skin and he massages my ass. I can feel his cock twitch inside me. It’s a weirdly intoxicating feeling.
When Lucas shows me his face again, there’s a wrinkle in his brow and his lips part. Darkness fills his eyes, the
pupils blown wide.
He looks up at me like I’m some kind of goddess.
His salvation.
“Gemma.” Lucas holds my waist. “Move. Make us both feel good.”
“Who’s begging now,” I joke in a raspy murmur.
He swats my ass, then squeezes it. His mouth finds my neck and I drop my head back.
It doesn’t feel as tight when I roll my hips. I lift up a little and his cock slides into me like it belongs there as I sink on it again. We fit together. I start slowly, concentrating on the new sensations and the intensity they illicit.
It starts to feel good, more in a level fingers didn’t reach. Sweat beads our skin as I go faster. Lucas makes a savage noise and drops his thumb to my clit.
“Come on my cock,” Lucas demands against my ear. “I want to feel it. Come on, baby.”
My hips move faster as Lucas drives me on.
When the build of heat becomes too much, I tip forward and bite Lucas’ shoulder as I come with his cock buried deep inside me.
“Oh, god.”
All at once, Lucas wraps his arm around me. With a growl, he flips our positions. I yelp as my back hits the bed. He pins my wrists above my head with one hand and lifts my leg, thrusting his cock back inside in a fluid movement. My gasp catches and I arch into him.
“Fuck,” he groans. His grip flexes on my wrists. “You feel incredible.”
I wrap my legs around him as he moves. The heat builds anew, the flames stoked by the words Lucas growls against my lips.