Page 143 of Lost Then Found
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my spine locking up, every muscle strung tight like a live wire. “You get so fucking tight when you come for me. Drives me insane.”
I’m right there. Balls drawn tight, cock throbbing, body seconds from losing it—but I’m not done. Not yet.
I pull out, just enough to make her whimper—just enough to feel the way her body tries to pull me back in, clenching around nothing like she needs me to stay.
Then I flip her, fast—hands gripping her hips, dragging her under me until she’s flat on her back, dazed and wrecked and everything I want. Her eyes are glassy, lips parted, chest rising in sharp, uneven pulls like she’s been fighting for air.
She’s fucked-out perfection. And I need to watch her fall apart again.
“I need to see you,” I rasp, hovering over her. “Need to see your face when I come inside you.”
And then I’m in her again—slamming deep, bottoming out so hard it knocks the air out of both of us.
She cries out, nails digging into my shoulders, her pussy squeezing me like it doesn’t want to let go. My hips grind, my hands anchor her in place, and my mouth drags over her throat, down to her tits, sucking one deep into my mouth and biting hard enough to leave a mark.
She arches like she’s offering me everything. And I take it.
All of it.
“Mine,” I growl against her skin, the word a promise and a fucking prayer.
I pull back just enough to look at her. Her lips are red and kiss-swollen, her skin flushed and slick, her eyes barely focused—and she’s still fluttering around me, her body so fucking sensitive, it’s like she’s teetering on the edge again.
My hand slides down and grabs her thigh, yanking it high around my hip as I push deeper. “Gonna fill you up,” I mutter. “Make sure you feel me leaking out of you tomorrow.”
Her breath stutters. She claws at my arms. “Do it,” she gasps.
A growl tears from my chest—low, rough, and feral. I grip her leg tighter and throw it over my shoulder, spreading her wide open and driving into her with everything I’ve got.
She cries out, her spine bowing off the bed as I hit something deep. She tightens around me again, so fucking wet, so fucking perfect, and I swear she’s about to come for me a second time.
“Yeah,” I pant, teeth clenched. “You gonna give it to me again, sweetheart? Let me feel that sweet pussy choke my cock while I come inside you?”
Her eyes flutter, lips trembling.
“I don’t—I’ve never—” Her voice breaks, too far gone to keep up.
She doesn’t finish.
Because her body does it for her.
She locks up, thighs trembling, spine arching like she’s trying to leave the fucking earth—and then she breaks. A cry rips from her throat and I feel it—every pulse, every flutter, every tight, desperate clench around my cock like she’s trying to pull me even deeper.
“Fuck,” I bite out through gritted teeth, dragging her leg down, flipping her open under me. My rhythm goes to hell, thrusts turning rough, reckless, driven by the heat curling low in my spine that’s about to snap me in half.
I slam into her, one last time—a full-body surrender—and then I’m gone.
My body seizes, jaw locked, muscles pulled tight as I come inside her.
“Shit—Lark—” I groan as I press my forehead to hers, hips jerking with every pulse, every thick spill of release as I fill her up.
It’s not clean. It’s not quiet. It’s fucking primal.
Her body keeps fluttering around me, still milking every drop. She’s not letting go. And neither am I.
I stay inside her—deep, heavy, throbbing. The heat between us is obscene, the mess even worse, and fuck if I don’t want it to stay like this forever. Her breath ghosts over my neck, her nails scratching lightly downmy back like she’s trying to ground herself with the last bit of strength she has.
And then she shifts. Just a little. Her hips press up, a soft little roll like she still wants more. Like she already misses me moving inside her.
