Page 75 of Drown in You

An unexpected dose of panic zips up my spine. I’ve made a grave oversight. Luke’s cock barely fit inside me the last time we did this.

He must sense my uneasiness because he slides a second finger in, stretching me for him. We groan in unison. A man’s groan shouldn’t be enough to make me want to burst, but it is. My god, it is.

“You’re coming on my cock this time. And when I’m finally inside you, I’m not going easy on you. You’re getting fucked hard and fast.”

He went easy on me last time? There’s no way in hell?—

Luke’s tongue returns to my clit, stealing my breath. When his lips wrap around that sensitive nub and suck, my back arches and I tear at the bedsheet, pulling it up from the mattress. My cries echo in the room.

“God, that sound is so sexy,” he murmurs.

How have I gone so long without allowing this man to do whatever he wants to me? I must’ve had an iron will. That’s completely disintegrated now.

Just as the orgasm begins building, Luke drops my clit from his mouth and pops his fingers out of my pussy. Being brought to the edge of pleasure and suddenly having it stolen away makes the corners of my eyes sting. “No. Please don’t stop. I need more.”

I yelp when Luke abruptly stands and flips me onto my stomach. He doesn’t give me a chance to orient myself to the new position before he’s hauling my hips up.

His hands leave my skin only briefly as he yanks his shirt and pants off. I ogle him as he strips, admiring the ripple of hard muscle beneath taut skin. He is perfect. A specimen to be admired, studied.

When he catches me watching him in the dark, a grin blooms across his face. He grabs his throbbing cock and gives it one long, slow stroke. “Watch me while I fuck you, Sienna.”

My name is filthy leaving his lips. A four-letter word. R-rated. Not suitable for virgin ears. Hell, he’s making me blush.

But I do as he instructs, leaning down on my elbows and never taking my eyes off him as he presses the tip of his cock at my entrance.

Despite his promise to fuck me fast and hard, he sheaths his cock inside me slowly, deliberately.

I hiss at the stretch. The burn of his cock inside me makes me claw at the mattress again. I don’t know how much more I can take.

His hand slips around to rub my clit, mixing the pain with overwhelming pleasure and building that orgasm back up. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

His growl makes me shiver. My cheek falls to the mattress, neck weak, and my eyes flutter shut.

A sharp slap on my ass makes me gasp and eyes fly open to find him glaring at me. “What did I tell you? Eyes on me.”

What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I should’ve known the moment I met Luke Valentine that my life was changed forever.

I force my eyes to stay open and glued on him as he slowly rocks his hips back. Once the tip is all that remains inside me, he slams in to the hilt.

A scream rips from my throat, and the bed rocks with every movement as Luke buries his cock inside me over and over. The intensity makes my head grow lighter. I’ve never passed out from sex before, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Luke fucks me back to unconsciousness.

My nails bite into the mattress, and he holds me firmly in place with one hand on my hip while the other frantically circles my clit, driving pleasure through me to unprecedented levels.

“You feel so fucking good,” he pants, barely audible over the frantic smack of skin on skin. “I’m going to paint you with my cum.”

I expect him to yank out of me, but he keeps up the delicious torment, pounding into me relentlessly. No matter how badly he aches to come, he’s going to make sure I finish first. That his cock slamming inside me is what makes me scream this time.

When he presses down harder on my clit, the familiar crescendo of an orgasm climbs steadily to the crest. My legs and arms tighten as I brace for the impact.

Luke’s stormy gray gaze boars into mine as he splits me in two. My name leaving his lips on a mix of a groan and a plea is my undoing. “Sienna.”

Release barrels through me and I can’t keep my eyes on him anymore as they cross through the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

My throat grows hoarse as I scream around the gag, and Luke hisses a string of curses and praise as his thrusts turn shallow and staccato.

I jerk, yelping and collapsing onto the bed as he suddenly pulls out of me. Hot cum hits my ass and then my back. Was that my neck? Jesus Christ. He meant it when he said he’d paint me in his cum.

I’m still panting and weak, nowhere near recovered, when Luke returns and cleans the cum off me with a towel. “At least you’re a gentleman afterward,” I mumble.

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