Page 37 of Undone

“That’s not what I told you to say.” My hands stilled on her clit. It was swollen and needy. I held still, refusing to let my body move.

“Fine, you beast. I’m yours. I was the second our eyes met.”

“And?”

“Forever. I swear it. Finish fucking me already. I need to come.”

Grunting in satisfaction I pulled out. Her confused eyes followed me as I moved down her body; my palms now spreading her wide for my next invasion.

I wasted no time plunging in, getting high on the taste of us. I sucked that sweet cherry. Rolled it between my tongue. Scraped my teeth across it as my fingers creeped closer to her back door.

“EEK! Lucas!”

“Easy, babe. Big Daddy knows what he’s doing…”

But her muscles were tight, despite, my teasing. Luce was tense despite the orgasm she had before.

Sighing, I blew out against her then swept my tongue inside, curling it back as I fucked her with it. She rode my face. She was close. But I wanted fireworks to explode behind her eyes. I pulled back using my hands to stroke her.

“Do you trust me?”

She hesitated.

Smirking, I smacked her tits lightly. “Next one lands on your ass. I asked you a question.”

“Yes.”

“Good,” I grunted, flipping her over. She was spread on all fours. I pulled her legs wider apart. The moisture from my mouth glistened like dew on her folds as they opened for me.

I massaged her butt with my hand then let my dick hit her sweet spot. “Lucas!” She screamed. I grabbed her hair, yanked her neck to one side, and bit down as my cock stroked her G-spot. On and on—I hit it. Her walls closed in around me. I pulled all the way out, rammed back in hard and deep, stilling as I reached my peak. She started to come, and it almost killed me, but I pulled out finishing on her ass as my pinkie entered her backdoor.

“Ah! What was that?” She screamed, coming apart—coming undone.

“A prelude, babe.”

She caught her breath. Sweat dripped down her back, her hair was a mess of knots, leaves, and pine needles. She shivered as the air cooled our heated, sweat-soaked skin. Reluctantly, I moved away, smiling down at my angel as I plucked the pine needles from her hair. I used my undershirt to wipe between her legs. She moved back, flushing, light pink over her chest and cheeks. “You’re my woman now, babe. Don’t ever run or hide from me.” I demanded, reaching out again to press my shirt between her legs as I pulled her wrists high with one hand. My jaw ticked as I wiped my own seed from her.

“I-I still feel you inside me.” She admitted, biting her lip. My eyes moved over her. Scratches marked her skin where my new beard scraped against her. Love bites peppered her neck and collarbone. Twigs and dirt clung to her.

“You look hot; thoroughly fucked by a heathen.”

She stood on wobbly legs. “I feel like it too.”

“I did my job then,” I smirked, gathering our things. “I like to be in control, Luce. I won’t lie about that. I’m a demanding lover. I’ll take everything from you, but I’ll also give you everything in return.”

“I’m so lucky. I can’t believe I met you.”

“I’m the lucky one.” I reached out, took her hand and kissed the flat of her palm.

“We both need to shower. Wait until you see what you look like,” she giggled, flicking a moth off my arm.

“I don’t care what I look like when I feel like this.” I took her hand, placing it on my still rapidly beating heart. “You, Luce. You make me feel afire. I feel as though I could be a god right now with superpowers no one could touch, but you.”

“Aquaman?” She giggled again, snorting. “More like…. Sasquatch.” Her fingers plucked moss from my head.

Still naked, I grabbed her in my arms and ran with exaggerated heavy feet towards a deep stream on the other side of the logging road.

“No! Put me down!”

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