Page 48 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
I’m growing accustomed to being comfortably naked around him.
“Come here.” He taps on his lap.
I comply, climbing on top, needing the warmth of his body to soothe me.
The woodsy cologne rinsing his skin transmitting arousal down my center.
He flexes a hand to the table behind me and wraps a burgundy fluffy blanket around my back. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you.” I like this side of him, the caring, nurturing and attuned to my needs.
“Lift your hips and slide down my cock.”
His cockhead is poking my entrance and I missed the feel of him in the depth of my walls.
I find a comfortable position, his palms rest to either side of my hip. I take his hard length and guide it to my opening yet keeping him outside.
“Do it.” He grunts to my squeeze and I use my thumb to brush the piercing. “Fuck.” His hands dig into my thighs. “Put me inside you.”
I love seeing what a simple thing can do to him. A basic touch by my hand that pushes his need and makes the waiting unbearable. “Beg.” My red lips claim against his mouth.
His heavy breathing brushes my skin. “Please, wildflower. Let me in.”
I grin in delight to myself on the inside.
The pierced crown of his cock slips through my slicked heat.
Eyes locked on each other, I sink with a mind-blowing pressure, causing us both to gasp and moan.
The sweet stretch is diluted with a sting of pain as he passes the ring of nerves.
Through a groan, he says, “Ride my cock like your life is dependent on it.”
I slide up and down his length, finding my rhythm, I roll my hips in circles and toss my head back.
He nibbles my neck, lightly dragging my skin with his teeth and sucking it in his mouth, then rolling his tongue on my flesh. He repeats this process a few times and picks another spot to torture.
“Feel your juices slide down your pussy from the pit of your stomach, dampening your walls and pushing through your center. Enjoy this.”
A moan filters through.
He knows how to stir me crazy with his words, deep husky voice, and the hot accent he wields like a weapon.
The combination of my wildest dreams.
His palms squeeze my breasts, pinch my taut peaks before he takes them in his mouth and pretends to suckle on them.
“Mmm, Luka.” A shuddered-moan flies into the air.
His palm molds into my thigh, traveling upward to my waist and pushing me down on him.
“It feels so deep.” The knot within me wishes to break.
“I’d spank your tight ass until your cheeks change color to match the ones on your face,” he breathes heavily. “Then, I’d take your untouched asshole and make it mine to savagely rummage.”
I lean forward to capture his lips with mine, tasting the minty flavor of his filthy mouth as we’re lapping our tongues around each other.
I comb my fingers through his black hair, kiss his clean-shaven jaw, and lick along his thick tattooed neck.
