Page 93 of Trick or Treat

“Oh you’ll take it, baby, because I’m going to come, too. Hang on.” His body jerked as he shot his load in her ass. He groaned loud and long as he once again emptied everything he had into her tight little body. “God, damn, woman. Feels so good. So good.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard that he saw spots in his eyes. Leave it to Lindsey to be the one to damn near make him pass out. He pulled out slowly and felt her body shudder. He fell to the side, pulling her down with him. He waited a beat, then pulled her hair out of her face and had to laugh. Lindsey was out cold.

He got up and got a warm washcloth to clean them off with, then tossed it in the direction of the bathroom. He climbed in next to her, pulled her into his side, settling her head on his shoulder, and pulled the covers over the both of them. This time he promised to let them both get a little sleep. He was fucking exhausted.

He closed his eyes and replayed the day’s events in his mind. He relived the panic he’d felt when he realized she was gone. He relived the desperation he felt when he found out who had her and what could happen to her. He relived the utter relief he’d felt when he got the call from Tulsa that they had Lindsey. And he relived the unbridled joy of having her in his bed again, wrapped in his arms, safe and satisfied. It had been a helluva day.

Lindsey came awake laterwith a jolt as Trick jumped on the bed next to her and jostled her to get her attention.

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.” He rolled her to her back and leaned over so his face was barely an inch from hers. She blinked her eyes repeatedly, trying to clear the sleep from her eyes. He didn’t give her time to wake completely before he leaned down and touched his lips to hers.

Mmm. That was sweet. What wasn’t sweet was when he yanked the covers off of her, causing her to squeal. “Trick! It’s cold!” She fought him for the covers but failed. He laughed, thinking her funny. She was not feeling humor at the moment.

“Baby,” he chuckled, “you’ve got my shirt on.”

She looked down. Yes, she did have his shirt on but it was pulled up above her boobs. That’s where it had ended up when he’d fucked her senseless. He literally fucked her until she passed out. She’d been so caught up in how he was making her feel, his shirt was the last thing on her mind and it still was until he pointed it out.

“Come on. Let’s get a shower.” He climbed over the top of her, landing on the floor on her side of the bed. He tugged at her arm to get her moving.

She frowned. “You’re already dressed.” He was in a pair of gray sweatpants and a white v-neck t-shirt and Lindsey had to say, he rocked the look. In fact, the longer she looked, the more that beast in his pants grew.

The sound of his laughter drew her attention to his face. “I can take them off. And if you keep looking at me like that we’ll be late meeting Jackson at the house with the kids.”

That got her attention. “The kids?” She sat up and flinched a little. It wasn’t a bad pain, just enough to remind her she’d been thoroughly fucked last night. Just the memory of last night had her growing wet between her legs. What was wrong with her? She shouldn’t be ready to do it again already, should she?

“Yes, the kids. We’re supposed to meet them in an hour.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed and allowed him to tug her along behind him to the bathroom.

“Sore, baby?” Trick had every right to look smug. He’d driven her to pass out. If that didn’t say something about the man’s ability to satisfy her, nothing would.

“A little.” He released her to reach in the shower and turn the water on. She took the opportunity to sit on the toilet and pee. Some people might be embarrassed to do that, but they’d both been married before and it was no big deal. Now if she needed to go number two, he was out the door and out of the bedroom. She pulled the shirt down over her lap while she relieved her bladder, silently watching as Trick reached behind him and pulled his shirt over his head. Next, he stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his sweats, shucked them down his legs and stepped out of them. She licked her lips as she watched his length come to attention.

One side of his mouth kicked up. Obviously, the man was pleased with himself knowing he’d distracted her. He stepped into the shower and spoke over his shoulder. “Woman, hurry up.”

She quickly finished up. Pulling her shirt off, she stepped in behind him, sighing as the hot water warmed her up. “Ahhh.”

Trick moved to the side after he got himself good and wet under the shower head, then switched places with her. She stood with her back to the spray, tipped her head back and soaked her hair. She opened her eyes to find Trick’s smoldering stare fixed on her very hard nipples. The man had his teeth sank into his bottom lip and was working his hard cock with his hand, up and down in a slow, mesmerizing way. She licked her lips and imagined his taste.

Lindsey couldn’t take it, the man reduced her to a horny teenager in a matter of moments. She swore it took very little effort on his part. All he had to do was be him, clothed or naked. She dropped to her knees, settling her hands on his thighs. She didn’t hesitate as she took him in her hand and licked up the underside of his erection. He moaned, giving her encouragement to continue. She settled her mouth over the end and licked away the drop of liquid waiting for her.

She worked him with her mouth and hand, getting herself good and worked up in the process. Trick’s hand tangled in her wet hair, holding her where he wanted her, pushing his length in and out of her mouth. She looked up at him and almost came. His lids were lowered but nothing could hide the hunger he was feeling. His strong jaw was clenched tight, a muscle ticking in the side. God, the heat with which he looked upon her was too much. Her hand moved between her legs, needing to relieve some of the tension he was creating.

“No. Stop.” He pulled his cock from between her lips and pulled her to her feet in one swift motion. “I don’t want you getting yourself off. I want to make you come.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other lifted her leg and set her foot on the side of the tub. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and held on. “Keep it there,” he ordered.

“Trick.” The man always left her breathless. If she lived a hundred years and was blessed to spend them all with him, she knew in her soul he would always have that effect on her.

He reached between them, lined himself up and entered her all at once. She gasped in pleasure. There was nothing like the feel of Trick seated deep inside her, fucking her, making her come. He grabbed her hair and pulled so that her face was turned up to his. He lowered his mouth to hers and demanded a kiss. It wasn’t a slow, seeking kind of kiss. It was a kiss that claimed and branded her his. When he let her up for air, he settled his hands on her hips and starting fucking her with a purpose. He knew what she’d only discovered about herself. She liked it hard and fast. She never got that from her ex and she was kind of glad. This was something only Trick was able to get from her.

His eyes smoldering, he asked, “You have fun last night? Did you like getting fucked in the ass?”

Like last night when he mentioned it, she clamped down on his cock so there was no lying. “Yes. I liked it a lot. I’m still a little sore, but it’s a really good kind of sore.”

“Knew you’d be feeling me there all day. Not gonna lie. I love that you’ll be feeling me every time you move or sit down.” He surprised her as his hand slid from her waist, over the globe of her butt and ended with his finger in her tight hole.

“Oh my God. Who knew that could feel so good?” she said half to herself. Her head dropped back and her eyes closed of their own accord. She was lost in the feeling. He fucked her harder as his finger moved in and out, bringing her higher and higher.

“My finger doesn’t feel as good as my cock in your ass, does it?” he rumbled, slowing his pace.

“I have to admit, your cock felt amazing.” She dropped her head to his chest and held on. “But this feels really good, too.”

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