“Just as sweet as I knew you’d be,” he growls and licks me again. “So sweet, my baby girl.”
I gasp, clinging to him, the words setting off an explosion of pleasure.
He notices, grinning up at me and growling, “Baby girl,” again just to watch me squirm. Then Luke licks and sucks my clit, trying several variations until he finds the perfect swirl of his tongue that has me grinding against his face. His rich chuckle rolls over me, making my heart leap, and he slides his thumb over my folds, teasing my entrance.
I whimper. It feels so fudging good. I feel like I’m going to explode out of my skin.
Then his thumb thrusts into me, pressing upward against a magical spot. Pleasure rips through my body. I wail, my voice a high cry. I’ve never been brave enough to be vocal inbed before, but this feeling can’t be contained.
Luke continues to suck on my clit for several more seconds, then stands, his hands ripping at the front of his jeans. His cock leaps free. There’s only one, but it’s long and hard and already weeping precum. He rolls on a condom with a practiced glide of his hand and fists the base. Hooking the back of my knee with one arm, he spreads me wide open and thrusts deep, filling my core with a delicious stretch that has me teetering on the edge of orgasm again.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lukendevener
My cock drives forward, demanding it’s waited long enough. I thrust deep into Skye’s sweet depths, her heat and wetness driving me wild.
“So sweet, so fucking sweet and tight for me.”
Her taste coats my tongue, and her scent fills my nose. I bend over, taking her mouth again in a hot kiss. When I straighten, I lift her other leg until she’s splayed wide and tipped backward on the table, her elbows holding her up. Her glorious breasts bounce with every thrust, a maddening movement that makes me long to bite them, to leave them marked with my teeth.
Mine.
She’s more beautiful than I ever imagined, my little witch, her spicy sweetness a taste I can never get enough of.
“Skye,” I groan, my cock buried inside her. “Tell meyou’re going to come again, my pretty girl.”
She moans, her candy-pink lips forming an O, her forget-me-not eyes hazed with pleasure.
My balls tighten, eager to spill, but I grit my teeth and hold on. Not yet. Not until she comes all over my cock at least once. Maybe twice, if I can get this human body to cooperate and hold off its release.
“Pretty girl.” I grind forward, staying deep so that I can rub against her sensitive nub. Then I remember the words she liked so well. “Pretty little baby girl, drench my cock in your sweetness.”
“Luke,” she gasps, then keens high in her throat, her body shaking, fluttering around me.
It’s the most exquisite feeling of my entire life.
I’ll have it again.
After getting her to wrap her legs around my waist, I scoop Skye up and lower her to the thick rug in the middle of the living room. I arrange us on our sides, facing each other. Picking up her hand, I bring it to my mouth and suck on her fingers, wetting them with my tongue. Then I slide it down between us.
“You’re going to touch your clit for me. You’re going to stroke and tease and do whatever you like best, and you don’t get to stop until you come.”
“I can’t,” she gasps. “Two times is already twice as many as normal.”
“You’re mine now, Skye,” I growl and plunge into her. “By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to need to write a whole new definition of normal.”
I continue to thrust, pulling her upper thigh high on myside to really open her up. Then I bring my thumb to my mouth, the one that’s already been in her sweet core, and wet it thoroughly. Reaching around, I drag it down her crack to find her puckered hole.
“Oh!” Her eyes go wide and startled, and her hand stills, but she doesn’t shy away.
“Keep touching yourself,” I growl.
Her hand starts moving.
“That’s my pretty baby girl. Make that pussy all sweet for me again.”
My thumb presses into her, filling her ass, and she moans, low and deep and needy.
