Page 60 of Lucky
Eyes on me, he strokes himself a few times.I can’t help but stare, my mouth watering.
“Let me get my pants off,” he growls and starts to move from the bed.
“Don’t,” I practically shout, my finger sliding through a belt loop and holding tight.
Lucky freezes, head tilted in curiosity.
“Just push the damn things down,” I suggest, eyes flicking between his cock and his shocked expression.
“You’re that horny, huh?”he asks, hiking an eyebrow.
I snort and shake my head.“I’m efficient.”
His grin is wide and beautiful.“I like it.”
Lucky pushes his pants down a little past his hips, freeing his beautiful dick.He gives himself a few more strokes and then lowers himself onto me.
I part in welcome, and he grabs one of my legs to hook around his waist.
My head tips back as he grabs his cock and drags it through my slick heat, the tease of it making my eyes flutter shut.
When the tip settles at my entrance, my breath catches—everything in me strains for more.
Lucky’s eyes lock on mine and I brace for a kiss, even wet my lips in anticipation, but he doesn’t move.He just stares, intense and unreadable, before starting the long slow push inside.
“Lucky!”I moan, the stretch and heat so good it sends a rush straight through me, pleasure already coiling tight.
He groans against my neck.“You good?”
“Perfect,” I gasp, the word punching out as he pulls back and thrusts into me, deeper.“You deserve an award.”
A laugh rumbles in his chest as his head lifts, his eyes a beautiful mixture of amusement and lust.“Promise me we’ll always laugh in bed.”
He punctuates that by rotating his hips and I grunt.So very unladylike.“Trust me… the sounds you’re going to wring out of me will be very funny.”
“Good,” he murmurs.
Every thick inch of him fills me, reaching a place so deep it feels almost otherworldly.
Lucky wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against him, his face buried in my neck as his hips start to move—slow at first, then steady, relentless.
All I can do is cling to him, arms looped around his neck, holding on as he takes me with him.
He pushes me higher with every thrust, winding me tighter and tighter—until I know that when I finally break, it’s going to be spectacular.
Lucky lifts his head again, gaze locked on mine as he stills deep inside me.The look on his face is pure, unfiltered hunger—easily the most seductive thing that’s happened tonight.It’s the kind of look that promises ruin—but drawn out, deliberate, like he plans to savor every second of it.
I’m the recipient of a few slow, steady strokes before the rhythm starts to build, his pace quickening.
Brows furrowed with strain and I can tell he’s close.Just like I am.
So achingly close, and part of me wants to chase it, to fall.
But another part?
Doesn’t want this to end.
Alas, it’s inevitable.I can feel it building fast, heat tightening low in my belly, winding hotter with every deep thrust.
