Page 44 of Such A Good Guy

And every inch was a revolting betrayal, yet my cunt clenched tight around his cock, like my body wanted to pull him deeper.

Luke wentexcruciatinglyslowly, and I was trapped immobile and taken with slow, painful patience.

And he bent to kiss me. I wanted to scream against his lips, but his stupid urgent heat seemed to surround me, his lips alternately hard and soft.

“Sweetness,” he said, and his voice sounded different somehow. Darker, wilder, uncontrolled.

He whipped off his shirt and pointed to the lines of tattoos up and down his lean, taut body.

“These are a record of you, angel. Everything about you. The books you read. Your shoe size. Your sales, your favorite crystals. In all languages. My body is a record of you, Luna. I love you so much.”

His fingers bit down on my hips, like he was struggling to control himself, and he let out a low, jagged grunt as his balls hit my ass.

Then he began to stroke inside and out of me, my hips aching with his touch, and his tongue alternately gently sweeping inside me, then biting my lip with a pop of pain.

He was obsessed

He was dangerous

He was a lunatic

He was insane

How did he know how exactly to touch me?

Luke had one hand curved around my neck, and his cock was sliding wickedly in and out of me, fucking embarrassingly loud slick sounds each time he drew out and thrust in again. And his fingers were circling my clit with horrifying accuracy.

I had always considered myself kind of a hard person to get to orgasm.

Usually it took me weeks of instruction to get any man to touch me with exactly that light and firm combination I liked. Not that they ever stuck around long enough once they met my family.

Or Luke

So how did this fucking psycho know how to pleasure me?

Steamy heat sizzled up my spine and I had to gasp with how close his cock and fingers were drawing me to orgasm.

But his legs felt tight against me and his balls so heavy that each slap against my thighs and ass was jolting me against the hard side of the door.

“Just come,” I said.

Luke bent to my ear.

“Not until you do. That’s the orgasm gap, baby, and I don’t fuck with that.”

His fucking lunatic grin stretched across my face and for the first time I realized I was well and truly trapped and fucked.

I gasped, feeling sweat trickle down my back and side where he gripped me with tight, hard hands.

“I’m not—going to come!”

“Yes, you are,” he said, and his lips were on mine then, firm, unrelenting pressure, his tongue swirling into my mouth.

How could someone who tasted so much like peppermint all-American wholesomeness have tied me with his belt so I couldn’t move and then fucked me like he knew my body?

I shook my head.

No

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