Page 31 of My Puckin' Luck
“What is this?” I hold up a green and furry object, scared at first, until I realize it’s an old rabbit’s foot.
“U-um…” He stutters, his face white, like he’s shocked to see it in my hands. “Nothing. Just something an old friend gave me long ago.”
He grabs it from me and launches off the bed. He tosses it into that bottom dresser drawer and slams it shut. Another piece of the mystery, I presume. Did she give it to him?
I’m speechless, watching him fumble for the condom. He turns away from me to sheath himself, his breathing erratic, like he’s trying to maintain a hold on the present.
With a deep inhale, he returns to me. But is he really with me? Between my legs, eyes closed, he reaches down, lining up for entry.
“Hey, stop. Look at me.” I hold his cheeks in my hands. “Are you okay? Are you here with me or somewhere else?”
He’s quiet, his weight going down to his elbows on each side of my head while he searches my face.
“Saint? Talk to me. Tell me everything.”
“I’m okay.” He shakes his head, planting kisses down my neck to my chest. The way he latches on and suckles on each of my breasts like he’s a baby who needs every reassurance that there’s good in this world, I let him use me for comfort, if that’s what he needs.
Questions multiply in my head. Did he lose the woman and child in some way? Was he in love with her? When will he tell me?
“Anastasia, my angel, you’re so patient and good for me,” he whispers along my skin, leaving goose bumps in his wake. “Let me show you my appreciation.”
He lines his cock up again.
I worry. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Sh, baby, I’m good. Let me prove it to you.” His blue eyes lock with mine. They are back here withme,not empty and lost somewhere in time.
Is that how it will always be? Certain things casting him away into the past. Me fighting for us here? It sounds too close to a red flag, which I choose to ignore, because I finally have the man I’ve lusted after for so long. The man I’ve denied I wanted until recent events brought us together.
His thick head works its way in, deliciously stretching me. I moan and purr, as he moves in and out, each pass reaching deeper. “Yes, Saint, like that.”
“Walls so fucking tight like I knew you would be, my sweet girl.” With a grunt, with one last thrust to the hilt, he reaches my soul and pulses there. “Do you feel me deep? Feel how we’re connected?”
“Yes, so good.” The best cock I’ve ever had, and it’s attached to a man with a secret past. Just my luck. My hands reach up, fingers behind his neck, my thumbs at his pulse. He’s alive, and with me, and if this is what he needs, me on my back, helping him forget the past, then I’m here for all of it.
“You keep me here, okay? Don’t let me go, angel, no matter what. Don’t let me go.”
“I won’t. I’ll be here to fight all your battles with you. Promise.” My words fade away, only our fragmented breaths remain as our bodies move together. The give and take between us equalizes, soft and tender at first, soon becomes hard and demanding. We experience it all, pain and pleasure, as we climb together .
Faster, deeper, his cock sears into me. I hold on to him tightly, begging him for more, crying, “Don’t stop fucking me.”
“Never stop.” His fast strokes intensify the penetration. He’s everything I dreamed of having and more, with the stamina of a hockey god on fire. But what if I can’t be strong enough for both of us when he needs me to be? Will I lose him?
He doesn’t give me space to dwell on that, reaching down to my clit, strumming there. Engaging my core, my body reacts, mylegs shaking. I’m breaking down all my defenses for him, leaving myself wide open to be loved…or hurt.
Tingles hum through my body, seeking only the greatest pleasure in the moment. “I’m coming for you, Saint.”
“I love watching your face right now, like pure ecstasy,” he growls.
My eyes open. I had no idea he was watching me so intensely. And love? That alone adds another layer to my ecstasy. I tumble down, head over heels, releasing myself all around him.
“That’s it, good girl. Lose it on my cock. Let yourself go.”
I do, screaming his name. “Saint, oh my God.”
I may be done, but he’s relentless, filling me deeper than I thought any man could go, until all at once he detonates inside of me. “Anastasia,” he roars, the vibration of his release quakes throughout my body, until he collapses.
We stay connected for some time, until our breathing returns to normal. My hands remain locked around him to keep him here with me as long as I can. Like I promised.
