Page 31 of Lucky In Love

“No, you don’t. You’re fired. You have one hour to gather your belongings.”

“Where am I supposed to go, Luky?”

“That’s not my problem. You will be paid through the end of the month.” The look of anger on her face shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.

“This is all your fault, you ugly bitch,” Anya shouts, lunging past me. I move to stop her, but there’s really no need. Keira stops her dead in her tracks with a punch. I hear the crunch as her nose breaks. I see blood pouring down her face. It looks even brighter on her white shirt. “You broke my fucking nose.”

“You’re lucky that’s all I did. Luka didn’t introduce me properly. I’m Keira Kelly.”

“K-kelly?”

“Yeah. Who’s the bitch now?”

“Well, still you.”

“Get out. We’ll mail you your things.”

“I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Shoulda thought about that. Out,” Keira says.

Anya scrambles away, leaving the two of us alone in the hallway. She turns to face me with an evil little glint in her eye.

“I’m sorry about that. We just met, but I knew better. I shouldn’t have listened to her.” She whips her t-shirt over her head. She’s braless. I slowly unbutton my dress shirt. I lost the suit jacket in the living room. We both left our shoes at the front door.

“You’re right. We did just meet.” My shirt is tossed away.

“But…” She shimmies her tight black yoga pants down her legs and steps out of them. Fuck, she looks glorious naked.

“Yeah, I can’t explain it either.” She steps closer to me. I open my slacks and let them fall to the floor before kicking them away.

“I don’t wanna explain it.” My boxers are gone next. She palms her perfect tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She moans a little, which has me using my precum as lube while I jerk my cock, staring at her, the fucking goddess that she is.

“I never believed my parents when they said that love couldn’t be explained.”

“Love? Who said anything about love?” she asks as she trails just one hand down her soft belly to her bare pussy. She parts her lips and plays there. I groan.

“I did. I'm pretty sure I’m in love with you, Keira Kelly.”

“Good. I love you too.” Groaning, I kiss her again until I can’t take it anymore.

“Are you sore?” I rasp the second I let us up for air; my cock aches to be inside of her again.

“No,” she moans as I grip her hips, lifting her so that I can drag her pussy over my cock.

“Grip my cock, baby,” I demand, my voice guttural. She reaches between us and fists my cock. I move her body until she gets her tight hole lined up with the thick head of my cock. I push her back against the wall and use it for leverage as I push into her. She slowly guides herself down my length until I am balls deep inside of her. “Good girl. Ride me.” She begins to gyrate her hips and arches her back. She moves up and down, forward and backward. My hands are all over her. Her eyes never leave mine until her pussy tightens. I use my fingers to rub her clit.

“Luka!” she shouts as her pussy gushes on me.

“Fuck, baby. You take my cock so fucking well. I want to watch you swell with my child in your belly,” I growl as I once again fill her with my seed.

“Oh my God, I want that,” she moans as she collapses onto me, her head on my shoulder. My lips find her neck. I kiss her and then inhale her sweet, musky scent.

Suddenly, she pulls off of me and climbs off of me. She walks toward the bathroom, leaving me covered in her fucking delicious cream.

“Where are you going?”

“I should probably call my mother, Luka. She’ll worry when I don’t come home. Not to mention, I ditched Keiran.”

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