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“When you bite your lip like that, I want to fuck you so, so badly. I want to fuck your mouth. Get my cock good and wet, and then fuck your tight, wet slit.” He’s shaking as he speaks. It’s like he can’t stop. “I want to fuck you over and over, making it clear who you belong to.”

He grabs the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly, revealing his muscled stomach. As he strips, I realize nothing could make me look away, even if Kayla ran in here. I quickly push down that thought.

“Take off your clothes,” he tells me gruffly.

My hands tremble as I reach down for my shirt. He pulls his over his head, then immediately locks eyes on me again, his mouth slightly parted like he’ll start salivating. It’s only been a week since we last were intimate, but it feels so much longer—like years have passed. The desire is so undeniable.

He grabs his belt and pulls it loose. I can already see how hard he is from the outline of his jeans.

CHAPTER 18

LUKAS

My company is in trouble. My daughter is in trouble. Blackmail is hanging over my head.

Yet it all fades away while I watch Maci undress. She lifts her top with her hands trembling slightly like all the desire is bursting up through her thick curviness. I yank my pants and underwear down, stepping out of them naked, my rock-hard rod pointing at her as precome leaks from me.

She gasps, staring, as she reaches up to unclip her bra. When her tits spill free, I can’t hold myself back. I rush forward and greedily sink my hands into her full hips, leaning down and sucking on her nipple. She gasps and starts moving her hand through my hair, moaning, the sounds of her pleasure seeming to fill the room.

“Your nipples taste so fucking good,” I growl. “They get all needy and hard for me.”

“Hmm,” she gasps when I softly bite one. “L-Luke.”

I grab her pants, pull on them, and guide them down her body. She whimpers when they get stuck around her thighs. I lean back and see the embarrassment on her face.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

She stares up at me with that classic Maci look, lips slightly parted, a touch of shame reddening her cheeks.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“These pants are too tight… for a woman like me.”

“A woman like you?” I groan.

“You know—my size.”

With another animalistic sound, I grab her underwear and pull hard. She whimpers as I snap the fabric, leaving just her pants and her warm, wet opening on display.

“Maybe this is how I want you,” I groan, kneeling to pick her up. She gasps when I lift her over my shoulder, as though she’s surprised I can carry her so easily.

I take her to the recliners and carefully place her on her knees so that her body is bent over the seat, her ass sticking out, her pussy somehow even more tempting with how her pants are keeping her thick thighs pressed together. She looks at me over her shoulder.

“You look obsessed,” she whispers.

“Your fucking pussy…” I can hardly speak. “So wet. Soaked for me.”

“Just for you,” she murmurs, which floods my dick with more hardness.

I fall to my knees, giving me a better view of her plump ass and her core glistening. Moving my hand to her ass, I sink my touch deeper, deeper into her the fullness of her body. She moans, biting her lip. Her creamy skin is marked red with the outline of her underwear, from where I snapped it free.

“You’re so goddamn wet,” I groan. “So ready.”

She nods. “I-I am.”

“I wanted to take this slow.” Reaching down, I stroke my hand up and down my dick, spreading the precome, making myself slick. “I wanted to be good. I wanted to, but I need you. I need that tight fucking slit. Oh, fuck. Maci. I can’t live without you.”

She gasps, a flutter of nerves passing across her expression. Then she nods. “I want it, too.”

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