Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“I wish I could.”
“You can. Let me take care of you. Let me take care of this pussy—my pussy!” He spreads my legs a little wider, and before I can get another word in, his mouth is on me, on my clit, his tongue caressing it like it’s the most precious thing in the world.
It doesn’t take me long to forget what I was thinking about five minutes ago. He sucks, nibbles, and licks the small bundle of nerves until my toes curl up and my back arches off the mattress. I need more. I need him deep inside me.
My first orgasm still lingers in my bones when Lucas crawls up over my body and aligns himself with my pussy. He peppers kisses over my chest until his lips find mine. I can taste myself on his tongue as he kisses me, his mouth like a branding iron on my soul. I want to shatter in his arms because I know only he has the power to bring all my tiny shards back together.
His kiss is so slow and intimate that I don’t expect him to slam his cock into me the way he does, burying himself into my tight channel with one thrust. He swallows my pained moan and pulls out all the way, just to thrust back into me with equal force.
This would probably hurt a lot more if I hadn't already come. Luckily, I’m so wet, I can feel my arousal dripping down my ass cheeks, giving him no trouble fucking me with hard thrusts. My clit is still swollen and sensitive, driving me closer to a second orgasm with each brutal thrust.
“No one touches this cunt except me,” Lucas grunts between pounding into me violently. “Do you hear me? This is my pussy, and you don’t let anyone else near it.” His hand circles my throat, and he squeezes, causing dots of black to form over my vision. It’s the most terrifying and exhilarating thing ever.
“It’s yours,” I manage to wheeze out through his grasp as I hover over the edge of a cliff. He fucks me like he hates me and cuts off my air supply like he wants to strangle me, and I let him because I know deep down that hurting me is the last thing he wants to do right now. It doesn’t take much longer until I fall off, giving myself over to the place he takes me. He fucks me through my release until my brain is swimming in endorphins, and my body feels like it’s about to float off the bed.
The only thing keeping me from floating away is Lucas’s heavy body on me and his cock impaling me. I don’t know how long he continues fucking me, but I want it to be forever. I’m barely awake, exhausted, and high on my own body’s hormones, but I know I’m safe, at least for now.
I didn’t think I could possibly come a third time, but when Lucas grunts into my ear like a lover’s chant, and his cock swells inside me with his own release, a final orgasm wrecks through my body. I clench around him, squeezing him so tightly I think we both might die.
All I want to do is go to sleep. My mind and body are sated. Lucas is here protecting me from everyone and everything. For a few hours, everything is okay.
My mind is hazy when Lucas slips out of me and repositions us on the bed, so I’m lying on top of him.
I rest against Lucas’s chest, letting the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me. Maybe I shouldn’t have let it happen after how everything ended back at Corium, but he came for me. He came to save me, and that has to mean something.
After a moment, Lucas pulls away, and I’m reminded that I’ll have to remain here while he leaves to figure out how to get me out of this mess.
He pulls on his slacks and buttons them. My eyes linger on his chiseled chest and abs that are perfectly indented into his skin. I drag my gaze away from his half-naked body to see him pulling out a phone from his pocket.
“I’m going to leave you my phone. Keep it hidden. I’ll message you from another number so you have it and can call me.”
Relief pools in my belly. I can call him at the very least so I won’t be completely alone.
“Okay, thank you,” I whisper.
I take the phone from his hand and slide it under the pillow, then I crawl off the bed and slip back into my clothes. By the time I’m dressed, he is buttoning the last button on his shirt. I look up at him and wonder if I can really trust him.
Everyone I’ve ever trusted has let me down or led me astray. Putting my trust in Lucas is giving him the bullet to kill me, but what other choice do I have?