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Anger.
Need.
Lust.
Too consumed with this driving need to finish, any thoughts of telling Lucas about my heartbreak leave me. All that matters in this moment is having him inside me, to fill the void that he left.
Our clothes fall to the floor like leaves. The lace panties I had on are no match for his hands, tearing apart like diaphanous. My bra follows, and then his hot mouth is on my breast. I arch against his mouth when his tongue coils around my peaked nipple, suckling it.
“Lucas,” I moan, my nails combing through his hair, clutching the strands tight.
The sensation of his tongue suckling and biting the stiff peaks shoots straight to my clit. I grind against him shamelessly, my bare pussy rubbing against the fabric of the boxer-briefs he still somehow has on. The friction is delicious but does nothing to relieve the ache.
“Fuck, Brinley. That’s it, baby. Let me feel that sweet pussy make a mess before I fill it with my cum.”
I don’t even care that I’m grinding against his thigh shamelessly, I’m too revved up. My pussy is pulsing, so needy and hypersensitive that all I can focus on is the release. It’s dirty, and shameful and so fucking hot.
My orgasm ripples through me so suddenly it robs me of breath. I throw my head back and my mouth opens on a silent cry.
“Fuck yes,” Lucas hisses. He rears back on his heels, gripping the inside of my thighs, he shoves them apart before yanking me down to him. My legs are thrown over his shoulder and then his mouth lowers to my flesh and sucks my already sensitive clit into his mouth.
I make some inarticulate noises. He holds me captive as his greedy mouth consumes me. He eats my pussy like it’s his job. I jerk when his tongue tunnels into my channel, I’m so wet I can literallyhearhim cleaning me up. He groans, the vibration of the noise sending more shockwaves that only enhance my pleasure. I rock helplessly against his face.
“Lucas, please. I need—”
“You need what I give you, baby,” he growls. “Nothing more.”
He slides a thick finger inside of me at the same time he bites my clit.
I see white.
My body feels like it’s floating, my ears ringing as fireworks explode behind my eyes. Distantly, I hear screaming.
I realize it’s me.
When I finally float back down to earth, Lucas is naked, his cut muscles strained as he positions my body where he wants it under his.His thick length brushes against my thigh before he notches it at my entrance. He’s inside me in one delicious, savage thrust.
I gasp, clutching at the bed sheets.
“Like coming home,” he murmurs, his face pinched in pleasure. “So fucking tight.”
He’s so fuckingbig. I don’t remember him feeling this huge inside me. I can feel him stretching me, the fullness of him inside me a juxtaposition of pain and pleasure.
Like his reappearance in my life.
“This is my fucking pussy,” he growls possessively as he starts to pound into me. “I’m going to brand you with my cum, baby. Fuck you so deep and hard that you’ll forget every other man except for me.”
As if any man but him exists.
In the throes of this pleasure, I can’t be convinced.
“Oh, God,” I moan, arching my neck.
He leans over me, pressing me down with his bulk until my thighs are spread wide. His lips are on my neck, his teeth scraping the tender flesh at the juncture of my shoulder. I whimper helplessly when he bites down like a wolf claiming his mate.
“You’re mine, Brinley,” he tells me between gritted teeth. “You’re fucking mine. If that means I have to fill this sweet cunt with my seed until your belly swells with my baby to tie you to me forever, so be it.”
I gasp, his words hooking my arousal and fisting it, intensifying every sensation. “Lucas,” I moan breathlessly.
