Page 37 of With A Little Luck
“God, I wish I could cage you in.”
My eyes pop open, and I don’t even know when I closed them. “Please?”
“Can’t do that because of this,” he murmurs, palming my stomach. “But you’re sure not making much progress. Here, let me try.” His legs rearrange behind me, but I can’t see exactly what he’s doing. “Plant your hands on me and hold on, beautiful.”
I mostly fall forward, but luckily, I catch myself. My hair falls around my face and over Hartley’s chest, and I wish I could lie flat and melt into him.
His hands wrap from my hips to my ass, and he bucks up inside me.
Heat pools in my lower stomach, and sensation takes over. There’s no way I’m not leaving a puddle of slick on his pelvis, but Hart doesn’t seem to mind.
He growls, shoving me down his length at the same time he thrusts. My core convulses around him and bliss ricochets through my system from an orgasm I didn’t see coming.
“Goddamn…” He groans. “Just like that.Milk. My. Cock.”
It gets almost impossible to keep my top half upright with how shaky my arms are, but Hart keeps drilling into me until it seems like reality slips away.
Hart lifts me off of him, and I sob, shaking my head.
“No! Why?”
“Ass up,” Hart says, and somehow he’s on his knees next to me. “Come on. If you want my knot, you’re going to have to show me that ass.” He reaches around me, giving my backside a playful slap.
I whine, my eyes falling shut.
It’s too much.
Hartley moves around, and the next thing I know, he’s guiding my hands to the mattress. He shoves a pillow under my tits, and it does help give enough room for my stomach to hang.
“No pressure on the baby,” he says, and I can’t tell if he’s reminding me or himself. He nudges my legs apart, and then he’s back inside me. “Jesus. Will every single time feel like this? I sure fucking hope so.”
Me too.
My arms give up, and I end up on my forearms, but Hart doesn’t stop working himself deeper.
My face rolls around the mattress as I sob and beg for his bite. His pheromones thump in the air in response to my perfume. If I didn’t know heats stop at conception, I would swear I’m in full-blown heat.
Hartley wraps a forearm around my hip, brushing his fingers over my clit. “You have no idea how badly I ache to slam my cum into you. Over and over until every alpha who scents you knows you’re mine.”
“I am,” I hear myself say. “Bite me!”
Hartley growls and plants his other hand next to my head as he wraps around my back. I honestly have no idea how he pulls it off, but it feels like he’s got one knee on the bed and the other foot flat on the outside of my hip.
It might look silly, but it gets the job done. Every thrust makes his pelvis bump my ass, and we both moan when his knot brushes my lower lips.
Hart freezes.
“Please?” I beg. “Knot me, please! Hartley, I need you.”
“Beg like that, and I’ll give you anything you ask for.” He barely pulls out and bucks deeper.
His knot slips inside my opening, and I wail. It’s not even fully inflated, but it’ll grow so much larger. My pussy spasms, sending me tumbling into a powerful orgasm.
It’s all warmth and euphoria.
Sensation over reality.
The air feels cool against my sweaty skin as my eyes pop open, but I gasp when I see I’m up on my knees.
