Page 118 of Unexpected

He continued mumbling dirty words and praises. “You’re such a good girl sucking my cock like that. Yes, that’s so good.”

When he called me a good girl, my eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, and I basked in his praises. I knew I was doing a good job because my jaw burned, and saliva was running down my chin and dropping onto his T-shirt I was still wearing.

With a loud pop, I pulled my mouth off him and ripped the shirt over my head. I was back on him in a second, and I could feel the vibration of his pleasurable growl through his dick.

“God, the things I want to fucking do to you,” he said, winding his fingers back in my hair. He tugged it at the root and the bite of pain quickly gave way to pleasure. My responsive moan was desperate.

“I want it all,” I confirmed. Luke didn’t have to be told twice and slid his cock deeper. He prodded the back of my throat just barely before he drew out once more.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I chuckled around him and said, “You won’t hurt me. I can handle it and if I can’t, I’ll tell you. Now, give me your worst.”

He chuckled darkly and slammed his cock into the back of my throat. That time he held himself there as I gagged around him. My eyes watered at the intrusion, but I couldn’t care as I focused on giving him more pleasure. With one hand still wrapped around his base, I used the other to grip his balls and squeeze just hard enough.

He groaned and continued fucking my face. I knew my mascara was running down my face, and it seemed like my gagging was spurring him on.I was overcome by the depravity of the act.

Abruptly, he backed away, breathing heavy and leaving me in the middle of the floor, still on my knees. I was a mess, but once he composed himself, he gripped me under my arms and lifted me to the bed, where he laid me out.

“Lipstick wasn’t invincible. It looks so good smeared all over my cock.” I propped myself on my elbows to look toward the edge of the bed where, sure enough, I could see the base of his cock was covered in my lipstick.

I smiled but then realized it was also likely all over my face. I sat up and wiped at the corners of my mouth like it was going to do anything at all to help my disheveled appearance.

“No, don’t fix it,” Luke said, gripping my chin between his thumb and his forefinger. “It looks even better smeared around your mouth with your makeup running down your face. You looked like a fucking siren crying while my cock was in your throat.”

He stared into my eyes as he spoke, pulling my flimsy, wet panties down my legs, and I fell apart in a mess of desire and lust. He pushed me back into the bed, positioned himself between my legs and lined himself up with my entrance. I was panting for it and watching him above me, so lost in his own desire, with his only mission being to send us both over the edge, making me spread my legs wider. Unlike the first time, he didn’t wait or tease me with shallow thrusts; he pushed all the way home with the first thrust, most definitely hitting my cervix.

I all but yelled as he kept himself buried deep inside of me. The two other men in the house were absolutely awake then. There was no way they were sleeping through my yell or my subsequent loud moans. My inner walls clenched around him, and I slowly relaxed to let his full length comfortably in.

After a few moments, he began to pump in and out of me at an unrelenting pace. Giving him head wasn’t only for his benefit; it also had me wet and ready for it—for all of him grinding into me. Watching him come undone for me was the best foreplay.

He dipped his head down and flattened his tongue against one of my nipples. I gripped each of my breasts and pushed them toward him, eager for his mouth to ravish me. My nipples were like a direct line to my clit, which was already pulsing as he ground against me.

I met him thrust for thrust, pushing up to him, hoping to get even closer. My orgasm was climbing and twisting at the base of my spine.

Luke let go of my nipple with a pop and focused on steadying his thrusts and stoking that raging fire within me. One of his hands gripped my hip while the other swept around my neck, pulling my mouth to his.

His wicked tongue swept into my mouth as I clawed at his back. The man put every emotion into the way his lips danced with mine. He fused our mouths together with expert precision, and I melted into him, feeling his need whip through me and tangle with my own.

His hips slowed slightly as he rolled in and out of me, hitting a spot so deep before pulling out. He hit every spot so perfectly that I cried out for more. I was lost to his touch and his movements blanketed me.

The hand at the back of my neck tightened just before the one at my hip did, too. A few more thrusts and I knew I would fall apart. Luke also seemed to sense it as he continued the same pace but pushed even deeper.

“Open your eyes, beautiful. I want to watch you come. Look at me,” Luke demanded, and I wasn’t going to deny him.

The second I forced my eyes open, even through the sublime sensations running all over my skin and deep into the marrow of my bones, my breath hitched. Luke’s eyes were deep green and intent on my face. His mouth was parted on a moan, and I could see the pleasure etched into his features, but there was more there than just that.

Behind the outward expression of his pleasure, it was like I could see his soul and his heart through the minute details of his face and the way his eyes bore into my own.

Like he had earlier that night, he looked at me like I was everything. And the look in his eyes made me explode and implode and combust.

The entire time the orgasm ripped through my body, I kept my eyes trained on Luke. He pushed himself deep and ground into me, letting me wring out as much pleasure as possible.

When the pulsing subsided what seemed like minutes later, Luke resumed his thrusting only to pull out abruptly and spin me to my stomach. I felt languid and orgasm drunk, but Luke lifted me to all fours, and I managed to keep myself up.

He nudged my legs wider with his hands, pushing the inside of each thigh before he positioned himself between them. With my legs wide, I let my chest and face press down into the mattress and thrust my ass higher for him. He audibly groaned and palmed my ass roughly.

“God, your ass,” Luke said, smoothing the spot he had just grabbed with delicate fingers. “Your ass was made for this position. Keep your ass in the air for me, Angel. Can you do that?”

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