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)
He sucks in a surprised breath that ends on a groan. “Greedy girl,” he growls, stroking my hair. “Are you hungry for this cock?”
I moan in agreement, sucking hard, saliva flooding my mouth and rolling down the length of his shaft while I slurp eagerly.
“That’s right. Make sure I’m nice and hard before I pound your pussy. Is that what you want me to do? Do you want me to fuck that sweet pussy?”
I moan again because, yes, that’s what I want more than anything. To have him inside me, deep, locked with me. I want there to be nothing else in the whole world but us. I need him to forget everything and everyone. I want him to give me what only he can.
I’m panting in a frenzy when he pulls me off him, taking me by the hair and pulling my head back so he can crush his lips against mine. I taste myself on him, and that dirtiness only gets me hotter and wetter than ever.
He pulls his mouth away and grunts two words. “Lie back.”
I stretch out across the table with my legs locked around his waist. He gives me no warning before shoving his entire length inside me, pushing me across the table a little before taking hold of my hips and drawing me back.
He shows no mercy, taking me hard from the beginning, so hard it hurts in the best possible way. I have to hold on to my boobs when they bounce, and he replaces my hands with his, working them under my shirt and pinching my nipples while I tighten my legs around his hips. I can’t keep track of all the wild, intense sensations racing through me. I only know they’re building into something huge, something racing toward me. I want it, and I welcome it, pulling him in with my legs, jerking my hips in time with his strokes.
“Mine,” he grunts, again and again, punctuating each crash of our bodies together. “Say it.”
“Yours!” I sob. “I’m yours!”
“Forever. Always.”
“Always. Yes!” His rhythm dissolves, his pace picking up until all we’re doing is rutting like animals, using each other’s bodies.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him. “Lucas, I’m going to come!”
“Come on my cock. I want to feel you dripping on my cock.”
“Lucas… Lucas, I—” Love you. I love you. “I’m coming… oh, god…!”
And then it hits, my back arching, my pussy clenching around him. I hear his helpless groans over my ecstatic cries, and then he’s crying out, too, hot cum splashing along the inside of my thighs while he leans against the table. A deep sense of satisfaction washes over me, which goes beyond physical pleasure. This is how helpless he is for me, just like I’m weak for him. He can’t help but break all the rules regarding me, to this. For somebody who’s never had an ounce of power in her life, it’s almost too much to wrap my head around.
“I wish I could see my cum all over you right now,” he pants. “Marked. Mine.”
He drags a finger over my inner thigh, then probes my mouth. “Take it.” I do happily, sucking his finger clean. I’d do anything for him. I wish he understood that.
“See how much fun we have when I sneak up on you?” He’s still a little breathless as he laughs, and I laugh with him—softly, more cautious now that the rush of heat has passed and reality begins to seep back in. What if somebody had come in and found us? What if somebody is waiting outside right this very minute, prepared to pounce on us when we leave?
But somehow, though I know that’s a real possibility, I can’t bring myself to care. Because I was with the man I love. No matter what happens, that’s not going to change.
I only wish he felt the same. I only wish it didn’t seem like love was the last thing he wanted from me or anyone.
33
LUCAS
“At least this room finally got used for something.” I fumble in the darkness before finding Delilah’s underwear on the floor. I use it to wipe the rest of my cum off her thigh, then ball them up and tuck them into my back pocket. She finishes getting dressed while I do my best to straighten myself out.
That was exactly what I needed. It’s almost enough to make me wonder how different my life might have been if I’d had someone like her in it from the beginning. A way of venting what always raged inside me.
Then again, that was how I used Charlotte, which didn’t do any good. I was different then, somehow. Maybe it was always meant to be Delilah. It was just a matter of waiting for her to show up.
“Are you sure nobody could hear us in here?” I shouldn’t laugh at the apprehension in her voice, but I can’t help finding it funny. As if it matters. As if any of it matters.