Page 91 of Endless Anger
With each thrust of her warm pussy against my cock, I can’t help wondering why this is the first time we’ve ever done this. Why I let her get away back then.
“Does that feel good, pup?” My words are a whisper as she clutches my neck, leveraging herself.
Fuck, shelooksgood. Incredible, actually, with a sheen of sweat coating her face, flushed with exertion and excitement.
When she covers my mouth with her palm, abandoning my neck to silence me, I almost come on the spot.
She shoves my head back, pinning me to the mattress, and shifts so she’s straddling just one of my thighs. My cock leaks drops ofprecum, throbbing with impending release, and I know that it won’t take much more.
I’ve never seen anything more fucking beautiful than Lucy Wolfe on top of me, using me for her own pleasure.
I could die happy right here, right now, even if this was all I ever got.
“Ash…I’m…I think I need more…”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I unstick my hands from the mattress, holding one up in question as she keeps my mouth covered.
She looks at my fingers, long and flexible, and gives the tiniest nod. I watch, rapt, as she arches her back, sitting up straighter to grant me access.
Turning my hand over, I slip two fingers beneath her; my eyes roll back in my head when I feel damp panties, rough against my skin, and then I brace my thumb against her clit, letting her find a rhythm she likes.
Her hand moves beneath the T-shirt, and I make a noise low in my throat. Panting, she looks at me and reaches for the hem, slowly—fuck, so fucking slowly—lifting, baring one breast to me.
My parched stare drinks in the rosy, diamond-hard nipple dotting her sweet, slightly swollen flesh. The way she drags her thumb over the peak, strumming in a way that makes the pulse between her legs flutter.
She’s close, if her sudden hike in breathing is any indication, and I’m holding on by a bare fucking thread. As soon as she cups herself, kneading her breast and letting out a low sound of desperation, I’m gone, my cock jerking in my pants and spraying everything it touches.
The guttural groan that emits from my throat echoes in the room, and as I shift my hand, pressing two fingers against her clit, she seems to follow suit, releasing her breast to grasp my hip and squeeze tight.
Her eyes snap shut, and she continues grinding against me, her hips undulating in a frenzy of need. The sound of her coming is soft and distinct, like a song created just for me, and already my dick is hard again from hearing it.
Breathing heavily, she finally opens her eyes again, scooting awayfrom my waist. I keep my hand between her legs until she forcibly removes it, tucking her hair behind her ears as she sits back on the mattress.
I stare up at the ceiling, euphoria dancing with something dark and unidentifiable in my chest. “That was?—”
“Stupid.”
My limbs are like jelly, so I just move my head, tracking her as she scrambles from the bed and begins dressing frantically.
“That was a lot of things,” I say, narrowing my gaze at her naked back as she tugs on her sweater. “But stupid is not one of them.”
She slides her skirt over her hips, spinning around to face me. “Did you think fooling around would make me forgive you?”
My eyes widen. “What the fuck? No, and it wasn’t what I?—”
“Just forget it, Asher.” She holds a hand up, stepping into her boots, and then darts for the door. “This changes nothing.”
28
LUCY
Flipping the bathroom door lock,I slam my back into the solid surface, slap my hand over my mouth, and let out a silent scream.
What the fuck did I just do?
My legs are still tingling, partly from my sprint to the Obeliskos but mostly from the aftershocks of the best orgasm I’ve ever given myself.
Well,sort ofmyself.
