completion of the K. He makes it sound carnal and deviant. Like he’s already imagining that he’s inside me and he can feel me tightening around his cock.
“Say it again,” I tell him, focusing on that beautiful mouth of his as I wrestle out of my pants.
He gathers my hair from my face and wraps it around his hand twice, closing his fist around the knot of curls, and then he slowly pulls my head back. “ Fuck ,” he whispers. “I need to fuck you, Avery. I need you on my cock.”
I can sort of understand how guys can get off listening to some woman talk dirty to them on the phone now. My body responds to the way he speaks to me so violently sometimes. And he knows it, too. He knows how he can make me fall apart with a simple sentence—albeit one that would make a sailor blush—and he loves to use that against me. It’s a weakness. Superman’s weakness was kryptonite. Mine is when Lucas Reid leans over me, his body tangled up with mine, and he whispers that he wants to finger my ass, into my ear. It was embarrassing at first. Mainly because I wanted it so badly and not because I was mortified over what he would tell me he wanted to do to me, or what he wanted me to do to him.
I kick out of my jeans and then take a moment to slide a little more seductively out of my underwear. Luke doesn’t let go of my hair as I bend at the knee, my ass sticking out as my hands reach the floor. I keep my eyes trained on him the whole time. He loves me to look at him like this. He especially loves it when I’m on my knees and his hard cock is in my mouth. I can see the urgency in his eyes when he’s close to coming; it sends the most catastrophic waves of pleasure through me.
“You’re a bad girl,” he tells me. “You’re asking for trouble, aren’t you?”
I nod, biting my lip—something I always thought was ridiculous whenever I saw other girls out on the street or in bars with their guys doing the same thing. Luke seems to like it, though. And pleasing him is my favorite pastime. The feminist in me doesn’t particularly feel good about thinking things like that, but hell…when it comes down to it, I feel amazing when he feels amazing. It seems like a fair trade.
“Stay there,” he tells me. I freeze where I am, bent over, my ass sticking out, and Luke steps around me, still holding onto my hair, until he’s standing behind me. He traces his fingertips over me, making my skin prickle absolutely everywhere. His fingers travel down from between my shoulder blades again, down my spine, down until he reaches my buttocks. From there he cups my right ass cheek, squeezing hard, digging his fingers into my flesh. “God, your ass is amazing, girl. I just wanna bite it.” He slaps my butt, just hard enough to send a little spark of pain racing around my nerve endings. I probably have his handprint on my ass now, but it won’t be there for long. He never spanks me hard enough to cause long-lasting damage.
He makes a pleased hmm ing sound, and then he’s letting go of my hair and dropping to his knees behind me. A sharp snap of pain fires through me, and I squeal with surprise, which has him laughing out loud. “Sorry. As soon as I said it, I had the image of me biting you in my head. I had to do it.”
“Maybe when I’m going down on you I’ll return the favor,” I say, grinning.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Luke growls playfully. He grabs me by the hips and jerks me back so that I sit heavily on his lap, my back to his chest. He makes short work of my bra strap, unfastening it and sliding the straps over my shoulders, then reaching through my arms to cup my breasts again. He groans, biting my shoulder lightly from behind, and I can feel his cock digging into my buttocks, hard as steel. “God, Avery. You’re so damn sexy. I’m gonna make you scream so loud. Do you want me to fuck you hard?” Slowly, he runs his hand down my front, over my stomach, until his fingers are between my legs.
“Say it again,” I tell him, focusing on that beautiful mouth of his as I wrestle out of my pants.
He gathers my hair from my face and wraps it around his hand twice, closing his fist around the knot of curls, and then he slowly pulls my head back. “ Fuck ,” he whispers. “I need to fuck you, Avery. I need you on my cock.”
I can sort of understand how guys can get off listening to some woman talk dirty to them on the phone now. My body responds to the way he speaks to me so violently sometimes. And he knows it, too. He knows how he can make me fall apart with a simple sentence—albeit one that would make a sailor blush—and he loves to use that against me. It’s a weakness. Superman’s weakness was kryptonite. Mine is when Lucas Reid leans over me, his body tangled up with mine, and he whispers that he wants to finger my ass, into my ear. It was embarrassing at first. Mainly because I wanted it so badly and not because I was mortified over what he would tell me he wanted to do to me, or what he wanted me to do to him.
I kick out of my jeans and then take a moment to slide a little more seductively out of my underwear. Luke doesn’t let go of my hair as I bend at the knee, my ass sticking out as my hands reach the floor. I keep my eyes trained on him the whole time. He loves me to look at him like this. He especially loves it when I’m on my knees and his hard cock is in my mouth. I can see the urgency in his eyes when he’s close to coming; it sends the most catastrophic waves of pleasure through me.
“You’re a bad girl,” he tells me. “You’re asking for trouble, aren’t you?”
I nod, biting my lip—something I always thought was ridiculous whenever I saw other girls out on the street or in bars with their guys doing the same thing. Luke seems to like it, though. And pleasing him is my favorite pastime. The feminist in me doesn’t particularly feel good about thinking things like that, but hell…when it comes down to it, I feel amazing when he feels amazing. It seems like a fair trade.
“Stay there,” he tells me. I freeze where I am, bent over, my ass sticking out, and Luke steps around me, still holding onto my hair, until he’s standing behind me. He traces his fingertips over me, making my skin prickle absolutely everywhere. His fingers travel down from between my shoulder blades again, down my spine, down until he reaches my buttocks. From there he cups my right ass cheek, squeezing hard, digging his fingers into my flesh. “God, your ass is amazing, girl. I just wanna bite it.” He slaps my butt, just hard enough to send a little spark of pain racing around my nerve endings. I probably have his handprint on my ass now, but it won’t be there for long. He never spanks me hard enough to cause long-lasting damage.
He makes a pleased hmm ing sound, and then he’s letting go of my hair and dropping to his knees behind me. A sharp snap of pain fires through me, and I squeal with surprise, which has him laughing out loud. “Sorry. As soon as I said it, I had the image of me biting you in my head. I had to do it.”
“Maybe when I’m going down on you I’ll return the favor,” I say, grinning.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Luke growls playfully. He grabs me by the hips and jerks me back so that I sit heavily on his lap, my back to his chest. He makes short work of my bra strap, unfastening it and sliding the straps over my shoulders, then reaching through my arms to cup my breasts again. He groans, biting my shoulder lightly from behind, and I can feel his cock digging into my buttocks, hard as steel. “God, Avery. You’re so damn sexy. I’m gonna make you scream so loud. Do you want me to fuck you hard?” Slowly, he runs his hand down my front, over my stomach, until his fingers are between my legs.
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