Had she? She tried to scramble up—
“Don’t. Move,” he warned. He didn’t shout, actually spoke softly, but the wildness in his gaze was made her afraid despite her pulsating arousal. “I just need a little peace, Stormy. Can you give me that? Just a little peace?” he asked, massaging her clit.
Her hips undulated in rhythm with his hand. His pace increased, pushing her hips to move faster. Free hand clamping down on her breast, he squeezed and she squeezed the other, crying out as he twisted her nipple. The jab of pain made the need grow twofold, her body arched, only her head touched the bed as she was suspended there like a bridge.
“Yeah, I’m gonna take what you’re offering, darlin’,” Lucas said, releasing Stormy’s breast. She felt crushed by the loss.
Lucas guided her hips back onto the bed and withdrew his hand. Tears of frustration and loss stung her eyes.
Releasing himself from the cradle of her legs he kneeled on the floor and placed her feet on the bed so wide there was nothing of her he couldn’t see. The muscles of her groin ached, ligaments and muscles not quite ready to be stretched so wide.
He raised a brow, the not-quite-smile on his lips seemed to mock her as his hand moved out of sight, either putting the condom on or slowly stroking Bubba or both.
“Gotta say, darlin’, I’m in a bit of a bind here. Bubba’s hungry, but so am I. Who you reckon I should feed first?”
“Me,” she said. “I’m starving, Lucas. Feed me.”
The muscles in his jaw ticked. Whatever he was fighting she didn’t know, but she had to come again. Her orgasms were usually shallow things that quickly left her, but the last stoked something deeper and she needed more.
Continuing to stimulate her breast, she guided her other hand down her pelvis to touch the slippery—
Lucas’s hand wrapped around her wrist and forced it back onto the bed.
“I’m trying to be nice here, but you keep interfering and I promise you I’ll stop trying.” Stormy raised her head, looking down the length of her body which terminated at Lucas, larger-than-life Lucas, hot-as-hell Lucas.
“Is that how it works with your other women, Lucas? You pay them, and they give you whatever you want, do whatever you say?”
She wrenched her hand free and gasped as she touched herself, briefly shutting her eyes as she fingered her clit. The overly sensitized bud caused a lightning bolt of pleasure to shimmer through her blood.
Opening her eyes, she looked into Lucas’s fevered gaze and smiled, taunting him, teaching him as she fingered herself. “This pussy is mine. I touch her when she wants to be touched and I make her come when she wants to come. If you don’t like that, then you can go crawl into the bed of one of your paid women while I get myself off and go back to sleep.”
His body seemed to exhale, losing all tension, his face losing all emotion.
Stormy felt a moment of regret.Her mouth, her fucking mouth, she thought, but the part of her that fought to breathe was ruthless in its disregard.
If Lucas couldn’t handle who she was, he wasn’t worth mourning over.
Lucas lowered his head and she could no longer see his eyes behind the waves of thick brown hair flowing forward and obscuring his features, but he nodded slowly, contemplative.
“I try so hard, so hard to be nice. Can’t say I never tried.”
Fine hairs rose in a warning all over Stormy’s body. Not one to ignore a credible threat, she scrambled back toward the center of the bed on heels and elbows as he propelled his bulk forward, planting his hands above her shoulders, caging her. The front of his thighs pressed into the back of hers, she could feel the weight of Bubba on her stomach, felt him slide down until his large bulbous head pushed just inside her opening, stretching her further than she could imagine. He was too much. He had barely entered her and already he was too much.
“This pussy is yours, yeah?” he asked, still hidden behind the mantle of sable hair. “Let’s see if I can change that, darlin’.”
Stormy reached up, desperately shifting the hair back from his face, needing to see him, needing to see what burned deep inside his eyes before he—
Bubba surged, tunneling through her like a freight train on a collision course with the farthest reaches of her womb.
She screamed but all she heard was Lucas’s grunt as he plunged into her. The thick length of him splitting her at the seams was too much…too much.
Lucas grabbed her hips, as he began to pull out of her. “Yours, Stormy? Was that what you were telling me, darlin’?”
The pressure, the slightly burning sensation began to recede as he gazed down at her.
The air caught in her lungs escaped and she gulped it back as if starved for breath.
Lucas drew out of her until Bubba’s head rested just inside her opening. He propelled his hips forward, impaling her again, but this time he didn’t stop at just one stroke. He pounded into her again and again, his fingers digging into her hips as he pistoned up and down, Bubba’s head ramming into the wall of her womb until she feared it would be bruised or ruptured.
