Page 57 of Lucky's Trouble

“Nothing gets by you.” My dick bobs at her attention. “Now, lie down.”

She lowers to the mattress, positioning her head on the pillow. Getting on the bed, I kneel at her feet and hook my fingers in the flimsy strings running up her hips. With a quick yank, they break at the seams.

“Show me,” I demand, tossing the scrap of fabric over my shoulder, my eyes lock on her clean-shaven slit. She draws her legs up and then drops her knees to the side, giving me what I want. “Goddamn knew it.”

“What did you know?” The question comes out breathy and sexy.

“That you’d have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” I claim the space between her legs, my focus on her center as I spread her lips apart to find her glistening with arousal. “This for me, Hellcat?”

“You know it is.”

Adjusting myself, I lower to my belly and come face-to-cunt with my next meal. “I can’t go another minute without knowing how you taste.”

Her hips undulate, telling me she wants it too, so I swipe my tongue up her seam, moaning as her flavor bursts on my tongue. Hooking my arms under and around her thighs, I use my thumbs to open her up. I flick her swollen clit a few times before flattening my tongue to lap up her arousal.

Paying attention to the sounds she makes and the way she moves, I quickly figure out what she likes and build a rhythm until all I hear are her sharp intakes of breath, her thighs drawing up to squeeze my head.

“Fuck, Lucky. God, yes. Just like that.”

“Come for me,” I say before increasing my efforts.

Gazing up at her, I watch as her eyes squeeze shut and her hands move to my hair. She fists the long strands, pulling me closer and grinding against my face. The sting shooting from my scalp only serves to spur me on. Sex is all about sensation to me. Doesn’t matter if it’s pain, pressure, or a tickle, I want to feel it, and I want my partner to as well.

She moans loudly as her pussy spasms, leaking more of her sweet juices that I savor as I carry her through her orgasm. It’s a goddamn thing of beauty.

When her body goes lax and her hold on my head loosens, I crawl up her body, leaving biting kisses on her pubic bone, up her stomach, and on the fleshy part of each tit, finally arriving at her throat where my kisses turn gentle.

Her legs wrap around my waist, and I hike a thigh up higher, dragging my length through her center and relishing how wet and warm she is there. I kiss her, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue. She moans as I grind against her, not entering yet, just stroking against her clit to rev her up again.

“Tell me how good I made you feel,” I say.

“God, Lucky. That was amazing.”

“You ready to feel me inside you?”

“Please. I need it.” Her nails scratch up my back.

“Let me grab a condom.” With all the willpower I can muster, I pull away to reach for the nightstand and the sleeve of condoms, tearing one off. “You on birth control?”

“No.”

That surprises me, but there’s a lot I don’t know about the ins and outs of her relationship with Neal.

“Did you see Monroe today?” I don’t want to risk killing the mood, but we skipped right past an important talk that should’ve happened before we got going.

“No, Bones made an appointment for tomorrow. He said he’d pick me up.”

Thinking of her on the back of that Jesus motherfucker’s bike doesn’t sit well with me. “Like hell. I’ll take you. What time?”

“Ten in the morning.”

I tear open the wrapper and sheath my cock. “Good. I want you to get tested and get on birth control. I don’t want anything between us, not even a layer of latex.”

“I was going to do that anyway.” A flush creeps along her cheeks.

“You worried about that?” I run my hands down her sides, settling on her hips.

“Maybe.” She lifts a finger to her mouth, biting at a fingernail.

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