Page 55 of Tracking Luxe

Her addicting whimpers were his saving grace, they grounded him, her hands fisting in the sheets brought him back to reality.

Keep it about, Luxe.

Mine.

Can’t hold off any longer. Mine.

“These tits are mine to touch,” he caressed gently, palming both plump mounds before he reached down and kissed each peak. Next, he gentled his hands along her arms in the same places he’d seen her being pawed. “Hated them touching you.Lookingat these tits, though, I did enough of my own looking…I can’t take my eyes off you.” He growled, fingers tangled in his hair, she tugged and forced him to meet her eyes.

“I only remember your hands, Nathan. Touch me some more, get it out and then forget it,sí?”

“Yeah.” Her perfection up close nearly blinded him.

Who got a shot at their fantasy? Not an unlucky asshat. But here he was, his gorgeous, fantasy woman writhing and moaning under him.

“Oh, God.Dios, Nathan.”

“No one but me is answering those sweet prayers.”

He went about doing everything he said he’d do, brushing his mouth all over her body, replacing touches and leaving only his behind.

Luxe whispering to him sweetly in Spanish the whole time.

And then he really started.

He could hear the shock in her burst of sucked air. Lips and tongue went at her hard clit like he had a war going on, kissing her intimately to force her into an undulated writhe pushing her hips into his mouth. She gave a husky cry. He was going to make her come with his tongue first, give her this or die trying ‘cause he wasn’t lifting his mouth from her center until he felt her quake.

“Fuck, this sweet, little virgin pussy.” Lick. Lick.

“I’m not a virgin….”

Lick. Lick. “Has it quaked from the inside from a cock-orgasm?”

She turned red up to her eyebrows.

“Then it’s a sweet, little virgin pussy until I pound it into a climax so hard you’ll think your back is breaking.”

“Por favor! Don’t make promises, Nathan, just, uh… just keep doing that, feels so good. Please.”

She ground out her pleasure, chasing her orgasm and when it happened the dirty, rotten beggar went nuts pumping his face, thighs shaking under his hands, chanting his name. Her reactions went to his head, of course it did, he was making his girl feel good.

Fucking hell, she was beautiful in the throes, he could see her sparking from the inside. “Hold onto my shoulders,” he growled climbing on top of her, gripping her under the back of her thighs. “While I ram you deep in your very fulfilled pussy and find my own. Don’t move. God, baby,don’t.” Slick sweat covered his chest from exertion, from holding himself back, now he was gonna unleash, then he was sinking home, and he began surging harder than he intended, couldn’t help it, the sensation assaulting his brain and her moans drove him on.

An invisible vice took hold of the base of his spine, what semblance of control he pretended he still held snapped in half, pressure in his stomach, his balls turned to iron, oh fuck, he was a pumping machine, thrust after thrust, bottoming out, every tight push fisting him until his eyes squeezed shut and she moved her hands from his shoulders into his hair, yanking his head up, Grinder’s eyes pinged open, holding him there … fuck … she wanted his eyes, she wanted to see him lose it. A savage drive of his length into her still-contracting core stole a scream from her throat.

“Is this what you want, beggar? For me to lose my come inside you? You want to be pumped full to the brim of what you do to me, don’t you?” he kissed the side of her neck, worshiping her.

“Nathan …Sí.Sí.Yes.” Short breaths fanned his face, long fingers scraped his scalp, she watched him work through so many fucking pumps of his dick.

He needed something first and by god he hoped he could hold on, already the pleasure was in the base of skull gripping tighter than a monkey with a banana.

Slowing his hips, he turned his thrusts from frantic to slow and purposeful, tilting her pelvis he knew he had the right angle when she shivered and gasped, he went at her in that same spot again, hitting the G with his D.

“There it is, love. That’s it, feels good, doesn’t it, hitting it good? Gonna come for a kidnapper’s cock, aren’t you?”

“Fuck.Oh, my god.” Her neck strained back before her eyes held his, flushed all over, his sweet thief was glistening with sex sweat, her lithe body undulating like crazy as she reached for the good and the out of control. God, he wanted her womb to shake like an earthquake.

His fingers got in on the action, pushing stimulation from all angles, strumming her clitoris, so slippery he ground down and went to town.

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