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“Be honest. How many times did he make you cum on this bed, in this room?”

I have to think carefully. Oliver and I haven’t had sex in a while, and towards the end, I have to admit I faked it a few times.

I’m trying to recall more than a handful of times he actually made me cum, but my memories are hazy. “Maybe three or four.”

“Which is it, babe?” Green eyes search mine.

“Four. Probably.” I’m about to ask him why he’s so determined to know, when Luke curses.

“Fuck. Fuck! Ask me how many times I’ll make you cum every time you need me.”

My legs start to tremble when his thumbs trace tiny circles on my inner thighs. My voice is no more steady. “How many?”

“Until you tell me to stop.” His words are punctuated with a low growl. He drops his head and makes slow kisses on my leg. Each one moves a bit closer to my aching, wet pussy. When his mouth hovers above my mound, his breath fans over my heated skin. “You gonna tell me to stop, Mia?”

I shake my head. “Never.”

He groans as he lifts my leg onto his shoulder. Then again when he takes his first taste of me. He runs his tongue along one flushed fold until he brushes my clit and I moan.

I thread my fingers into his hair and cling on while he teases up the other side. I practically melt into a puddle of arousal when he finally flicks his tongue right across my clit while his hands on my bum pull me closer.

My hips roll. My fingers tense in his hair. Luke doesn’t stop. He finds the spot I need him and he gives me just what I need until the pleasure feels like it could burst at any moment.

When he pulls back I whimper with need.

“On the bed, baby. I don’t want you falling over.”

I obey him quickly, crawling onto the bed and lifting on my elbows to watch him he place himself between my thighs. Instead of moving onto the mattress, he slips his hands under me and hauls me forward, bringing my pussy back to his hungry mouth.

There’s no way I can do anything after that but flop backwards while his mouth and lips and tongue send me soaring. I cry out when he drives me over the edge of one orgasm into the next, each one chasing close on the heels of the first while my pussy flutters with aftershocks.

My belly clenches when he slips two fingers inside me and draws another from me soon after that. By now, I’m gasping at each curl of his hand, each suckle over my sensitive, swollen clit.

He looks up at me, mouth still on my pussy and I nearly cum again from the heat in his eyes and the hungry way he continues to devour me.

This time, I want more. I want all of him. This time I don’t want anything between us but the powerful emotion I’m feeling and have been feeling for a while now.

“I want you.”

Luke’s tongue swipes over my clit again, and I moan. “Luke, I want you inside me.”

He pauses, lifting his mouth from me momentarily to frown. “Baby, I don’t have a condom. Let me make you cum again like this.” He lowers his head and I know he’ll keep going. Hasn’t he just said as much?

I shake my head. “I’m on the pill. We don’t need one. Not if you don’t mind. I just want to feel you, to share that with you.”

His growl makes my toes curl. In an instant, he’s on his feet, tugging me even closer to the edge of the bed. Luke unfastens his jeans and when he gets out his cock, it’s already swollen and straining, veins bulge along the shaft and his foreskin is drawn back, revealing the blushing, glistening head.

Notching himself at my opening, he pauses for a moment to look down at me. I whimper again. The tantalising feel of him there promises everything I want. “You sure, Mia?”

I nod and roll my hips, desperate for his invasion.

Luke lifts my right foot to his mouth and kisses my toes tenderly, before slicking his cock up and down through my wetness.

I moan. “Luke! Come on, you’re killing me.”

He closes his eyes for a moment and I see the strain in the tight tendons on his neck and the raw, raspy sound of his voice, when he speaks. “I’m going to give you so much, Mia. So much. Everything you deserve. Starting with all of me. Every single fucking part.” With that he thrusts into me in one slow movement. Each inch is a deliberate message of possession and desire. Of claiming and giving.

When I think he’s fully in, he pushes my legs up and buries his cock even deeper inside me. I am completely filled.

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