Page 11 of Devil's Luck

“Please.” I hear myself begging again, but I can’t help it. My skin is on fire from his touch and it’s driving me crazy.

“Do you want me, Nola?” This time it’s his teeth that dig into my shoulder and it sends my body into a full shiver even though the water is cranked up to almost as hot as it can go.

“Yes.”

“Where do you want me?” Fergus runs his right hand down my stomach until his fingers slide between my folds, then he presses his middle finger just deep enough inside of my pussy to send me spiraling over the edge.

Not able to help what happens next, I let go of the wall and fold in half as my body convulses and rides out the orgasm coursing through me. My hands land on my knees, stopping me from tumbling to the floor of the shower like a wet noodle.

Then everything happens so fast, I can’t do anything but hold onto the arms now wrapped around my waist for dear life.

“You wanted me, now you’ll get all of me,” Fergus hisses in my ear as he holds me up with one arm so my back is against his chest with no space in between. The other arm is moving between us, his hand pressing his dick forward between my thighs until he finds the right angle and slams up into me in one thrust. The force of his hips slamming into my ass forces me up onto my toes with every push.

“Fuck me,” I pant between breaths.

“You wanted it,” his words are harsh, and would sound angry if it weren’t for the fact that I can already differentiate this tone from when he really is upset. He’s never yelled at me, but I’ve heard him raise some hell at people over the phone when he’s in his office and doesn’t think I can hear him.

“I need it.”

“Take every inch.” Thrust thrust thrust. “Your pussy was made for me,” his words send shivers down my spine and make me squeeze my pussy around him.

“You fuck me so good.” I need more so I arch my back as much as his arms around me allow.

Fergus all of a sudden lets me go, and I think I’m going to fall again, but I should know better. His hands take hold of my breasts just like he did earlier with my ass, cupping them as he seems to kick his hips into a higher gear. His cock slams into me over and over and over, pushing into me harder with each thrust.

I hear his breathing start to become sharper and more labored.

I feel as his hands slide down my chest and grab hold of my hips again.

I look down and see his fingers digging into my skin as his muscular thighs move forward and back into mine.

I smell the musk of his body wash float in the air around us.

I can still taste his kiss even though our lips aren’t touching right this moment.

Sex with Fergus is a full body, immersive experience. It wraps around all of your senses and sends your body rushing into another universe. It’s all encompassing and overwhelming, but only in the best ways.

My body almost buckles again when he bends me forward, this time on purpose, and sinks into me deeper from a new angle. I can feel his balls slapping against my pussy with every forward thrust he powers into me.

“Holy mother of hell.”

Another orgasm sneaks past my defenses, not that I have many because with the way I’m feeling right now, I may never have control of it ever again. I try to let out a scream, but no sound makes it past my lips.

Mid-pulse, Fergus pulls out of me, spins me around, picks me up by the back of my thighs, and slams me back on his cock while pushing my back against the cool shower wall.

I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, and bounce against him with every ounce of energy I somehow have left in my body. As he pushes into me, I push down on him and I go wild.

Our kisses are sloppy. Our grunts and moans and sighs are loud.

I’m desperate for every movement. I’m hungry for him in a way I have yet to experience.

Our time together is still so new, every touch is like opening a new present on your birthday and realizing that it is everything you have been asking for.

Then just as quick and hard as he pushed into me with his first thrust, he slams into me again and stays buried deep. His hard body holds me tight against the wall and his pulses send me spiraling for a third time. Our hips rock and circle, giving each other everything we have.

“How does it keep getting better every time?” he pants against my lips, thrusting forward one more time before slipping free and help me settle to my feet.

“I’m not going to complain,” I reply with a wink.

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