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Her eyes are bleak, the grief ebbing off her in a continuous onslaught. All I want to do is pull her into me and fuck some life back into her. To make everything better.
She stares, barely blinking, barely breathing.
I see my future in those eyes. In this woman. It’s fucking crazy and unwanted, but it’s there. It’s been there from the first night she fucked me over and threw my gun out a third-story window, to right now, when I’d give anything to see her smile.
I can’t stop thinking about her. I won’t.
“Do you hear me?” I drag my thumb along her lower lip. “I won’t let you break.”
“You must be one tough guy to stop that from happening.” She reaches out, her fingers latching onto my waistband. Her gaze turns determined, seductive, and it takes all my strength not to slam my mouth over hers.
“I can be whatever you need me to be.”
She grabs my belt and yanks at the clasp. She’s looking for something to take her mind off Brent, and my dick is enthusiastic to run interference.
I’m hard already. Crazy with rapidly building lust. I want to taste her pain, her anguish. I want to be there with her, letting it drag us both under instead of me watching from the sidelines.
She lowers my zipper and tugs my waistband down over my ass.
“You sure you want to do this?” Once this starts, I’ll have no will to stop.
“Are you really asking me that?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking asking, and once I get an affirmation there’s no turning back.”
She yanks my jeans lower. My boxer briefs, too. My cock stands between us, pulsing as she licks her lower lip. She pulls and tugs until my jeans are at my knees, then places her hands on my thighs. I hold my breath as she leans in, her greedy little tongue snaking out to taste the tip of my cock.
Fuck.
I groan. That simple touch…that brief brush of co
I grab a fistful of her hair and she moans, her eyes rolling as I tug her head back. I pull until her chin lifts, and her attention is all mine.
“Are you fucking sure you want to do this?” I snarl through my weakening restraint.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m sure.”
I tighten my grip, and her chin ascends. “I’ll make you feel good,” I promise.
“I don’t want to feel good. All I need is a distraction, and that’s what you’ve been every day since you walked into Atomic Buzz all those weeks ago.”
“A distraction?” I wrap her hair around my knuckles and yank.
She gasps, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I’ll take pleasure in distracting the fuck out of you, princess.” I shove my fist forward, pushing her head toward my cock. She smirks up at me, but the emotion doesn’t reach her eyes. She’s still hollow. Still grief-stricken.
“What’s your favorite type of distraction?” I hold her a lip-lick away from my shaft. “Oral? Anal? Or will my dick make that sweet pussy its bitch?”
“All of the above.”
Fuck. I won’t last. I’m already wound tight, my balls throbbing, my dick pulsing.
Her tongue stretches out, gently gliding along my shaft from base to tip in a swipe of devilish torture.
I release her hair and bend down to grip her thighs. I tip her onto her back, yanking the tight leggings down her incredible legs. Her panties are already wet, the crotch bathed in her arousal. She smells like a feast. One I’m ready to devour.
I tug the pants off, then her underwear, and fall to my knees, leaving her in the gray woolen sweater that is far too cute for the dirty things I want to do to her.
With rough hands, I shove her knees apart and slide my hands under her ass to bring her to the edge of the mattress. She glistens, the puffy pink flesh of her cunt ready and waiting.
I sink my head between her thighs, my tongue leading the way to her pussy. The first lick straight down her slit has us both moaning. I do it again and again, making her writhe, sending me insane.
“More,” she demands.
I pull back and remove one hand from under her ass. I swirl my thumb through her slickness, sink it deep inside. I do it again and again until my digit is drenched, then I let my tongue take its place.
I torment that greedy little cunt, while I move my thumb to her ass to swirl the lubrication over the puckered hole.
She groans, wiggles, squirms while my dick seeps with pre-cum. I press harder, breeching her ass to sink my digit inside. She jolts and shoves her hands into my hair to hold my head in place, demanding more.
Normally, I’d smirk at a woman this eager, but I’m right there with her. No, I’m surpassing her. The need to sink my dick inside her heat makes me fucking mindless.
I clench my free hand around the flesh of her butt. My thumb pumps her ass, while my tongue laps up a treat. I’m on the edge, and the briefest lapse in concentration will have me blowing against the side of the bed.
“Fuck me,” she cries. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
She rocks her hips like a sexual goddess as I move my mouth to her clit and rub against it with my lower lip. I watch her, wanting to deny her just for a little while as I enjoy the erotic display.
I’ve never seen a sexier woman. I never will again. With her top half entirely covered, she’s still a fantasy brought to life.
“Fuck. Me. Luke.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I dump her on the mattress and shove to my feet, prepared to punish her for using my real name.
“Don’t say that again,” I warn. Not because I don’t want her to, because I can’t risk anyone finding out if she grows used to saying it.
“Sorry.” She grins and leans up on her elbows. “Luke.”
I grasp her knees and lift, sending her toppling backward as I position her drenched pussy right in front of my cock.
She holds my gaze, her chest heaving, her breathing ragged. I impale her, sinking deep, shoving so fucking hard I feel the pleasure all the way to my bones.
She clenches the quilt and gasps. “Oh my God.”
I pound into her. Over and over. I have to close my damn eyes because the sight before me is pure nirvana. But she’s there, too, taunting me from behind closed lids.
I slide my hands along to her ass, lifting, arching her back higher, digging my fingers deep. Her scent is in my lungs, her taste is on my lips, and that perfect pussy is seconds from milking me dry.
“You’re going to make me come,” she pants.
I open my eyes, unable to deny myself. “Say my name,” I demand.
“I thought you didn’t want—”
“Say my fucking name.”
I slam into her, over and over and over. Harder and harder and harder. She moans, the sound increasing while her thighs clench tight around my hips.
“Please, Luke,” she cries out, her pussy massaging my dick. Pulsing and contracting. “I’m coming.”
I shout as my release follows hers, my cum bursting free in relieving spurts.
I don’t stop.
I can’t.
I won’t.
She keeps moaning, crying, those knuckles turning white as she grips the coverings. I’ve never wanted someone like this. I’ve never needed anyone like I need her.
I slam into her with each fading pulse of orgasm. Her pussy has exhausted me, chained and enslaved me.
I swallow while she pants, her gray woolen sweater tight against her breasts as her chest rises and falls. Her legs begin to relax. My thrusts slow. I’ve marked her thighs with my fingers and made her breathless from the way I fucked her. I’ve affected her, but it’s not even close to the way she affects me.