Page 53 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
He withdraws again.
Our helmets are still on, clanking against each other. Being out like this, visible to the public eye is so freaking hot even when no one is around to watch—as far as I can see.
He’s propping my thighs on his forearms, I lean against his chest and his palms hold the underside of my knees.
Lifting me up and down his cock in a rhythmic sensation that titillates and itches all the delicious parts inside me. A few rounds until he shoves me back forward and slams his stiff cock within me.
“You’ll take everything I give you while I shove my cock deep inside your sweet pussy.”
SMACK.
His palm lands on my ass cheek, oh-so deliciously, leaving his handprint, slamming the other side, and resuming to toy with my clit.
Arousal drips down my thigh.
Sweating in our helmets, we moan over and over. I love the way he groans for me knowing it turns me on even more.
Our sounds are getting louder and louder.
“Mm Luka.”
“I know,” he gasps. “You’re so good at being my good girl. I’m going to release my cum deep inside you.”
I bite down my lip. My body is a fire hose. My brain is foggy. My lungs barely collect air. I’m completely immersed in this moment. Whimpering uncontrollably.
“I want to be fucked up by you, wildflower, because there is no one else. Never will be.” He’s thrusting deep inside, non-stop, until stars fly around this haven we created together.
It doesn’t take long for us to shudder like two lunatics who are coming for each other for the world to see.
I stare at the identical tail-ring tattoo with horns circling my finger.
The one Luka and I share.
The note he left on my hand this morning is still marking my skin.
I love you, wildflower.
He once told me that inside the word wildflower, there’s the word wife and he intends to make me his for eternity.
Ever since the first day I met him our affinity for each other grew at each step and turn. It wasn’t just once in a lifetime. Every day I spend with Luka is better. Filled with adventures like we both love.
I’m the one who started underground and made it to his Olympus, the best focal point.
He inspires me every day to try new things and raise the stakes higher.
Rhodes & Starkhas been doing well ever since the opening. We signed a contract with a few local firms to supply them with delicious treats for their employees. Even private businesses joined in on the trend and are now part of our weekly shipping.
Luka pushes my business to every client that rentsHella Clubfor an event if they need some desserts for the occasion.
The way he glows when he explains the craft behind different ink techniques to his apprentice is priceless.
“I’ll be upstairs, Bradley. If you need me, call me.” Luka informs him.
“Will do, boss.”
The moment we’re back in our apartment, I run to the bathroom and he is quick to gallop behind me.
I open the tap and water cascades down his clothed physique. After last night, we decided to stay indoors for the rest of the night.
