Page 43 of Born into Blood

I lift a shaky hand and tug the other side of my bra down. My breasts are full, but they aren’t huge. I’ve never thought much of my body except to criticize it or notice my shortcomings, but the way Luka looks at me makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

He dips his hips and very slowly nudges the head of his cock against my slit. I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as a moan slips from between my lips.

“Goddamn,” he groans. “Is this what you want? You want to feel my hard cock against your wet little pussy?”

“Yes,” I moan, pulling him closer when he nudges my slit just enough to tease me, to give me the smallest taste of what it would feel like to have him inside me.

“I can’t fucking wait to feel this tight cunt wrapped around me.” He hovers his lips over my mouth. “You are mine, Lara. Every part of you is mine and only mine. I will never know what another woman tastes like or feels like, just you, kisa.”

“What if you change your mind?”

I feel him smile against my lips. “Not going to fucking happen.”

Before I can say anything, he nuzzles his nose against mine in a surprisingly intimate gesture and gently nips at my top lip as he very slowly runs his entire length over my aching clit.

“Fuck,” I moan, rocking up against him as much as the hammock will allow. Bringing my hand up, I cup the back of his head and bring him closer, making him groan when our chests press together and my hard nipples drag along his skin.

“Are you going to come on my cock like a good girl?” he whispers against my lips. “I want to feel you soak me.”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan as he keeps dragging his length over my aching, swollen clit. He’s soaked in my juices, and the slow, teasing drag is so goddamn smooth. Our bodies work together perfectly, and the pressure starts to build. I’m not going to last much longer.

“I want you to come too,” I tell him. “Please, Luka. I want to share this with you.”

He brings one hand down so he can caress my cheek. “Like I said, I’m helpless to deny you anything.”

My hands run down the tensed muscles of his back, tracing the lines of his shoulder blades and down his spine. I’m slowly memorizing every inch of this man, imprinting him into my mind and onto my body so there isn’t a part of me that’s left untouched.

Every part of him is taut, tensed, and straining with need, but he keeps rocking his hips gently, slowly stroking me where I need him while he brings his lips to mine and kisses me slowly, like he’s savoring me, even though this must be pure torture for him. I think about all the horror stories I’d heard whispered in the halls at school, the girls whose boyfriends slammed into them before they were ready and then left them sore and unsatisfied from the dry fucking and unskilled hands. Luka is nothing like that. If he hadn’t told me he’d never done anything before, I never would’ve known. He’s observant and patient, eager to please and sexy beyond words.

When he circles his hips, rolling the head of his cock over my achingly tight bundle of nerves, I latch onto his tongue and suck him further into my mouth at the same time as I lock my ankles behind his back and rock up against him.

My breasts lightly bounce as his thrusts grow harder, and when I start to scream my release, instead of kissing me harder to stifle it, he breaks our kiss so he can hear it.

“Fuck, kisa,” he growls. “I can feel your pretty pussy pulsing against me, soaking my cock and begging me to slide in and spread you wide.”

Pleasure floods every part of me, stealing my ability to think or speak. All I can do is let the ecstasy consume me, and right when it starts to fade, he gives one more hard thrust, groaning my name as his body stiffens. His cock swells even bigger against my pussy right before I feel him pulse. He lifts up just enough for me to feel a wet heat hit my stomach and chest.

I watch his beautiful face, the sultry, heavy-lidded look he’s giving me, the taut lines of his jaw, the pulsing vein in his neck, and the way he doesn’t hide any of it from me. He lets me see exactly what I do to him, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

With one last pulse of his cock, he drops his head and lets out a soft laugh. “Jesus Christ, kisa, I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

I smile and run one hand through his hair as he lifts his eyes to mine. “Better than just using your hand?” I tease.

“A thousand times better.” His eyes run over my face before dropping to my chest and stomach. He sighs and lets out another soft groan. “God, you look fucking gorgeous covered in my cum.”

Looking down, I see the streaks of white covering my stomach and breasts. My eyes stay locked on his hand as he brings it to my body, using his fingers to rub his semen all over my skin until I’m glistening and sticky and feeling every bit like I belong to Luka.

His thumb runs over my wet nipple, and when I see him start to grow hard again, I let out an appreciative sigh and grab his hand, pulling his fingers to my mouth. I’m curious what he tastes like, and when I wrap my lips around two of his fingers, he whispers something in Russian while sinking deeper into the wet heat of my mouth, sliding along my tongue and gently exploring while I suck him clean.

The taste is completely unique and foreign to me, slightly salty and undeniably masculine. When he slowly pulls his fingers out, I grab his wrist and kiss his palm.

“Next time I want you to come in my mouth.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

I laugh as he smiles down at me. He kisses me again and then scoots us so he’s on his back again and I’m snuggled up against him. My hand rests on his chest, tracing the ridges and dips of his pecs and abs, feeling happier than I’ve ever been.

“I don’t want this to end,” I whisper.

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