“Just one? But that means…” I watch his face as he connects the dots. “Oh.”
Now I’ve made it awkward.
Shame takes over. “I’m sor?—”
“Don’t apologize for being honest,” he cuts in. He leans down and kisses me again, but it’s brief. “I trust you to know your own mind.”
Warmth in my chest soothes my apprehension as a feeling of rightness settles me in the moment.
Luke runs his hands through my hair, smoothing it back. He holds my face, forcing me to make eye contact. “If at any point you want to stop, just say ‘stop.’ It doesn’t matter if I’m balls deep and about to blow my load. You say the word, and I stop. Okay?”
I nod.
He leans in and nips at my lower lip. The sting shocks me, but also excites me. I clench my thighs, desperate for relief.
“I need you to say that you understand.”
“I understand,” I comply.
His smile is wicked, promising pleasure. “Good.”
Luke spins me around and presses me forward toward the bookcase. My hands fly up, grabbing onto a bookshelf and stopping my body from colliding with it, but I know Luke wouldn’t have let me get hurt.
My leggings and panties are shoved down my legs, stopping at my boots. The cool air on my exposed backside causes me to shiver.
Luke’s hands slide over my rear. “I need to watch your ass shake as I pound into your greedy pussy.”
His dirty words increase the need that thrashes beneath my skin. I arch my back, begging him to do as he promises.
“Are you wet, Trouble? Is your pussy dripping from gagging on my cock?”
A whimper falls from my lips, and Luke lets out a sinister chuckle.
His hand pushes on my back, forcing me to arch more. Then he skates his fingers down, slipping between my cheeks and gliding to my mound. His fingers easily slide back and forth, teasing my entrance.
“You’re soaking my hand,” Luke grits out like he’s fighting to control himself.
“Please, Luke,” I beg, thrusting my hips backward and grinding into his hand. His fingers expertly find my clit and trace circles around it.
“Please, what? I want to hear you say it.”
“Please fuck me,” I whine.
His hands disappear from my body, and I whine again. But then I feel his length trace the same path his fingers did moments ago—between my cheeks and through the wetness of my folds. He glides back and forth, coating his cock in my arousal.
“You’re so wet.”
He glides back and forth again, giving attention to my clit each time he moves forward. More arousal drips from my core and wets the inside of my thighs.
“Please, Luke,” I shout with a plea.
He chuckles, then grips my hips with both hands and thrusts.
Hard.
Luke’s cock stretches me in the best way. My core squeezes around him, causing him to groan. “You’re so warm, so tight.”
Needing movement, I roll my hips, and we moan in unison. When I roll my hips again, Luke times his thrust just right, bringing us both more pleasure.
