Page 76 of Lucky's Trouble

“It’s just—”

I cut her off with another slap before spitting a stream of saliva down her crack and moving back into position, tapping my thumb against her back entrance. “Mine, Tinleigh.”

“Oh god,” she whimpers as I press inside her, just barely.

While my thumb teases her hole, my fingers rub circles around her clit. She’s getting wetter by the second as I enter push two fingers inside. Slowly, I stretch her hole until my thumb is hooking her from the inside.

“I want you to come for me just like this.” I worm my free hand under her hips, holding her in place as I pick up speed, finger fucking her. She soaks my fingers, and the room fills with the erotic sound of wet suction as I move in and out of her.

Both her pussy and her ass tense around my fingers as an orgasm draws near. Her thighs quiver, and a low moan grows louder and louder until she’s all out screaming. A rush of warm liquid spills from her as her pussy spasms, surprising even me.

“That’s it, baby. Give it all to me. Every last drop.”

“Don’t stop,” she cries.

She lifts up on her toes, her butt cheeks clenching as she squeezes the life out of my fingers. I circle my thumb and hook the fingers in her pussy until I feel her G-spot. Using a come-hither motion, I carry her through her orgasm until all her tensed muscles relax, and she lowers to the balls of her feet.

“Oh, fuck,” she says, sounding exhausted.

“Good girl,” I praise, pulling out and slapping her ass with my wet hand.

“What was that?”

“I believe you squirted.”

“Shit. Sorry, that’s never happened before.”

“If there’s one thing you don’t ever need to apologize for, it’s that.” I chuckle. “That was hot as fuck.”

Realizing I’m still dressed and I don’t want to be, I move to the side of the bed and strip off my coveralls, along with the T-shirt and jeans I had on underneath. She watches me, her eyes widening like they always do when my cock springs free. I’m already leaking precum that I use as lubrication to coat my shaft, stroking as I take her in.

She’s still bent over the bed, hands bound and completely helpless.

When I’m not with her, I want her to be strong, capable, and able to fight back, but when I’m with her, I want to control, dominate, and protect her. I want her at my mercy. I don’t need a head doctor to tell me how fucked up I am.

“I’m not using a condom. Not anymore,” I say.

Even though Monroe told her that her IUD kicks in almost immediately, Tinleigh was worried. I’ve respected her wishes for two weeks now, but nothing short of her protest could stop me this time. I’ve never been bare inside a woman, and I can’t imagine sharing this first with anyone else.

“Okay.”

Not wanting to waste another second without feeling her tight heat around me, I position myself behind her and line myself up at her entrance. In one fluid movement, I push in to the hilt, holding myself deep inside. Fuck, she feels even more incredible without the latex between us, and my cock is even more sensitized.

She moans in response, her fingers weaving tightly together at the base of her back. The bruise that was there is all but gone now. Yet the memories still remain as vivid as ever. It’s not her fault, but I still punish her with another slap to the ass that has her clenching around me. I trust her to tell me if I’m going too far, the same way she trusts me to stop, but the only response I get is a pleasured gasp.

“Goddamn, baby. You feel so good.” I pull out, my gaze fixed on my cock, now covered in her arousal. This time when I push in, I bend my knees, ensuring I hit her at the right angle for my piercing to do its job.

“Oh, god,” she moans, her inner walls clamping down on me.

“Now be a good girl and take what I give you.” Pushing her hands up her back, I pin her wrists between her shoulders, bending over her body. With fast and punishing pumps of my hips, I fuck her hard.

The skin-slapping sound we make each time I drive into her is the perfect soundtrack to the mood I’m in. Beads of sweat form at my temples as I work through my feelings the only way I know how to when it comes to her.

Leaning down to just above her ear, I growl, “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she agrees, the words choppy as I slam into her.

I release my hold on her arms and stand upright. My earlier tease was just that, a tease, but now I want to push her even farther. Spreading her cheeks apart, I slow my pace and spit into her crack again, watching as it settles on her hole. She tenses, already knowing what’s coming.

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