Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Where are your underwear?” he asked against my ear, nipping on the lobe. “Forgot those in your rush to get away, Lady?”
“Do you have them?” I asked, tilting my neck to give him better access. He licked at the skin, biting down, leaving, no doubt, another mark.
“Maybe.”
“Give them back.”
He covered my mouth again. “No.”
I ripped his shirt, completing the job I had started earlier. Our fingers met as we both reached for his belt, but he pushed my hands away, lifting me to the vanity. He kicked off his boots and jeans, standing naked and glorious. But he barely gave me the chance to ogle him before he wrapped my legs around his waist, then clutched the back of my neck, kissing me again, his thumb and fingers stroking my skin in small, hard circles. His cock pushed between my folds, and he groaned in approval.
“So wet for me, Sammy? All this for me?”
“Yes,” I replied, not attempting to deny it.
“You want me to fuck you again?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
“You’re not too sore?” he asked, a flicker of worry flashing through his eyes.
“Shut up and take me,” I pleaded. I’d worry about my sore body later. Right now, he had something I wanted far more. It would ease the suddenly needy ache between my legs.
He slid his hand under my ass, angling me, his intense gaze focused on mine, then he shifted his hips. Slowly, he sank in until we were flush. I pulsated around him, already on the verge of coming.
“Jesus,” he muttered, flexing, withdrawing, and sinking back in.
I whimpered, desperate and wanting. Wanting him. Needing him.
He moved his hand between us, stroking my clit. I detonated, arching my back, crying out, clawing at his shoulders. He grinned and clutched my neck harder, his mouth hovering over mine.
“So sexy when you come, Lady. Your mouth open, your eyes glazed over, and the prettiest little sounds coming from your throat.” He stroked the column of my neck. “I wonder what your lips will feel like around my dick. How your throat will constrict as you swallow all of me,” he said in a low tone. “You’re going to show me that later.” Then he crashed his lips to mine and started to move.
Powerful, hard thrusts. He kept his hold on my neck as he moved, bracing his free hand on the vanity. I clung to him, my body already awash in sensation, ramping up for more.
I whimpered, and he smiled against my mouth. “Two more, Sammy. You’re going to give me two more, then I’m going to come all over you. Inside. Outside. You’re going to be covered in me. And you are going to feel me for days. Your own personal stallion, riding you to heaven.”
It was all I could do to hang on as he drove into me. He hit me in a place that made me see stars. I came again, shaking and moaning his name. He carried on, never relenting. I lost track of everything but the place where we were joined. The intense pleasure. The growing need in my body. His hot, demanding mouth, the pressure and pleasure of his touch. Rough, but not hurtful. Strong, Powerful. Momentum gathered, and I cried his name.
“I can’t. Luke, please…”
He pressed his lips to mine, speaking against them, his tone oddly gentle. “You can, Lady. For me. Come with me.”
My orgasm hit, and I lost control—crying, begging, the ecstasy overwhelming everything. He grunted and shook, holding me in place as he came, doing exactly what he said. Marking me, inside and out, with his orgasm.
Then with a low groan, he sank to his knees, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his head into my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling tenderness run through me. For a moment, we stayed that way, him on the floor, me rubbing his neck.
He pushed off the vanity and stood, not looking at me. He dragged on his jeans and grabbed his boots.
“Now, the itch is scratched,” he said and walked out.
I wanted to be upset and march after him, telling him what I thought, but it was impossible. He’d fucked me so well and thoroughly I could barely move.
And besides, he was lying.
I had a feeling our mutual itch was going to flare up over and over again.
I wondered how long until he cracked.
LUKE
I stood under the running shower, letting the hot water pour over me, washing away the remnants of the day. I sighed as the heat helped loosen my stiff neck. The water was doing its job well.
What it couldn’t do, though, was erase my thoughts of the day.
My fury and unexpected jealousy.
The blistering passion that arose.
The mad, intense sex I’d had with Sammy.
Twice.
I recalled my parting words.
“Now, the itch is scratched.”
What a liar. Simply thinking of her, I was hard. My itch wasn’t scratched. If anything, it had taken over my body and mind, a slow, constant irritant I wasn’t sure would ever ease until she was gone.