Page 113 of Lucky's Trouble

He looks at me as though I’ve lost my mind, and maybe I have. That’s to be determined, but right now, I’m irrationally turned on and need my boyfriend to fuck me.

“Yeah.”

“I knew it. I could feel it.” I grind down on him unashamedly, coating him with my arousal. “And Jeremiah is dead.”

“Very.”

“And I haven’t seen or heard from my parents or the church leader asshole, as you called him, in years. They all could be dead too, for all I know.”

“Tinleigh, I’m having a hard time keeping up,” he says with an exasperated sigh.

I press my nose to his, grinning like a loon. “I’m free.”

Finally, it clicks, and he’s there, wrapping his arms around me and straightening his legs. My nipples drag down his chest as I move lower and lift my hips. Reaching between our bodies, I grip his rock-hard erection and position it at my entrance. There’s no time for foreplay. I need to feel him inside, need to be full of him.

When his piercing touches my clit, I freeze. Okay, maybe there’s time for a little tease. I move the tip of his dick in small circles against my clit, allowing the stainless-steel ball to drag along my bundle of nerves. It feels so good that I’m nearly panting after only a minute.

Lucky looks amused. He loves it when I use him for my pleasure. He told me once that if he could be reincarnated into anything, he’d pick to come back as my dildo. God, I love him.

Sitting up, I lift as high on my knees as I can so he can watch as I move him up and down my slit, coating him in my arousal before moving back to my clit. My nipples draw up tight, and he catches their reaction, reaching out to fondle me, pinching them and tugging.

I’m more than ready now, so I line him up with my entrance and sink down halfway, stopping to take a deep breath and relax before my body accepts the rest.

“Fuck me, you’re so goddamn tight,” he says, and I slap a hand over his mouth.

“Shh. People are sleeping.”

“I’m gonna make you scream for a whole new reason and wake them up again anyway.”

“You think?” I tease.

“I know. Now, fuck me, baby.”

I grind down on him, remembering just how good those little balls above his cock feel when they massage my clit. Reaching back to use his knees for purchase, I slide back and forth, unsure how this feels for him but also not caring right now. Selfishly, I want to make myself feel good.

“That’s it,” he breathes out. “Get yourself off on me. Shit, you should see how beautiful you look like this.”

His hands are everywhere, rubbing up my thighs and stomach, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, gripping the base of my throat before dragging his fingers down the center of me, all before moving to my core and pressing a thumb against my clit each time I slide away from his base.

“I’m going to come.” My steady pace becomes choppy as I chase the orgasm down. I dig my fingers into his knees as pleasure takes over, starting with my pussy and spreading until my entire body is full of it, all the way down to my toes. My head goes light, and I spasm around him. I cry out, and he shoves a pillow against my face to muffle the sound.

Working myself down, I slow my movements until I’m just circling my clit against his piercing. My limbs feel weak, and my breasts feel heavy as I collapse onto his chest. He rolls us over, keeping us joined. I’m wiped out, but when his other piercing, the one inside me, bumps against my G-spot, my pussy takes interest.

He hooks an arm under my right thigh, throws my leg over his shoulder, and then lowers to his elbows, opening me even wider for him. The stretch and position allow him to drive deeper into me.

“Lucky,” I gasp.

“You made yourself come. Now it’s my turn.” He dips down to suck on a breast, taking long draws that stretch my nipple to the point of pain, but fuck me, it feels so good. He takes just the tip between his teeth and gazes up at me, looking like an animal, ready to tear me apart.

God, do I want that. I want it so much.

Releasing my nipple, he lifts to his knees, pushing my thigh into my chest. Pulling out almost completely, he slams back in, his balls slapping against my ass each time, turning me on even more. I’m so wet, it’s leaking down my crack.

“Look at this greedy pussy, taking me so well.” He slows, rocking his hips in a way that hits my G-spot each and every time until I’m fisting the sheets at my side and pinching my eyes closed, trying to stave off my second orgasm until he’s there too. I clench around him, knowing what that does to him. “Oh, fuck.”

“Come with me,” I say, squeezing my internal muscles again, except all it does is create a tidal wave of pleasure I can’t run from. “Shit.”

Both my knees are pushed up and out so he can watch as he pistons his hips, making my teeth knock together. I lose control of all my senses, and my spine arches, making my breasts jut out. They feel just as needy as my pussy, so I cup them and pinch my nipples.

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