Page 119 of Unexpected

“Yes,” I moaned as he ran a finger over my swollen lips and twirled it over my sensitive clit. Suddenly, his finger was replaced by his tongue licking me thoroughly as his hands spread me apart. His moans vibrated against my entrance and the feeling was uncanny. The same wicked tongue that ravished my mouth went to town on my pussy, thrusting in and out as he did with his cock.

“You taste so good,” he said with one more lick before I felt the bed move beneath me and watched him kneel behind me once again. “Are you going to stay like this for me?”

“Yes,” I repeated in a breathy gasp.

The engulfed head of his cock prodded my entrance and as he pushed inside of me, he groaned, “Good girl.”

The position we were in was a mind-blowing sensation. He was so deep that, for a moment, it felt like he would split me in two. But as always, the slight pain gave way to intense pleasure. Each thrust was measured with greedy hands splayed on my hips, digging into my sides, and I could feel my ass bounce and recoil each time he slammed into me.

Another orgasm was already making itself known as I pushed back into him, earning a string of curses. He pushed my cheeks apart, and I pushed up to my hands to watch him. His eyes were cast down, and he was intently eyeing where we were joined with his lips parted and a look of barely restrained desire.

He glanced up to see me panting and studying him from over my shoulder. His dark laugh was one I knew only came with even more positively amazing sensations. “We fit together so well, baby girl. I could watch my cock slip in and out of your pussy forever. You’re so wet for me and look at you pushing back onto me.”

He growled low as I picked up the pace and the vibration pulsed through him and his big cock and straight into me. Everything was overwhelming, and I felt like I was no longer in my body.

He had electrified each of my nerves and I wanted to do the same to him.

I fell back to the bed, still pushing back into him and trying to keep time with his thrusts, I snaked my hand under my body and found his balls hanging behind me. The instant my hand wrapped around their silkiness, he yelled some indecipherable expletive and launched himself deeper. I didn’t stop, though, even when he remained still and buried deep inside of me. I squeezed his balls just as I had done earlier and clenched my inner walls around him.

“That’s it, play with my balls and squeeze around my cock.Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” he groaned. I could sense he was holding back and probably fighting off his own release, but I needed his release like I needed my own. I wanted to feel him pulse inside of me or watch the ropes of cum decorate my back or my front.

“Come inside of me, come on my ass, or my tits, I don’t care. Please, Luke,” I moaned the rest of his name as he began bucking wildly.

There was a change to him as something primal was unleashed. It was less about giving me pleasure and more about taking his own from my body. It was erotic, and knowing he wanted me, that only I could give that to him and make him hungry, was enough to push me over the edge.

He hiked one of his knees up next to me as he pushed my head into the comforter and gripped my hip with punishing savagery. Even with my body contorted how it was, there was no way I was letting go of his balls when it meant he completely unleashed on me.

His touch was possessive but appreciative, and his thrusts were selfish as he took and took from me.

With a groan followed by hurried breaths, Luke gave in to it all, letting the pleasure wash over him. His cum was warm and feeling the pulsing of his cock as he shot into me propelled me headfirst into another orgasm. One that was no less earth shattering as we shared it together.

Luke removed his hand from the back of my neck and smoothed a loving hand down my spine. When he withdrew a moment later, my body gave out and I slumped to the bed in pure exhaustion.

The bed moved under his weight, and I let myself sink deeper into the comforter as I listened to him shuffle into the bathroom. Even in the few seconds he was gone, I was well on my way to succumbing to sleep. The two orgasms had pushed me over the edge, and I didn’t know how much longer I could stand to keep my eyes open. That was until Luke placed a warm cloth between my legs, cleaning me as well as he could.

“I think I could get used to this,” he said while making another pass before gently flipping me over. I raised my eyebrows in question, silently asking him to clarify. “Watching my cum spilling out of you while you lay fully satisfied on my bed.”

Sex hung everywhere in the room and his words made me want to go again and again and again, but the rest of my body was not on the same page as the aching, pulsing area between my legs.

But it wasn’t just the sex between us, and that was the part that scared me. His words didn’t just make me want to jump his bones, they made me want him in every part of my life every single day. They made my chest ache and made me want to spend more time in and out of his bed with him.

Even though we had despised each other for the past few years, I was amazed at the switch that flipped the night he found me in my bathroom. He didn’t pity me—although, at one point, I thought he might. He was worried and truly concerned, and I wholeheartedly believed that he would have killed Michael had he been given the opportunity.

I didn’t condone murder but knowing a man would willingly kill for you was honestly a turn-on.

The way he approached my situation was an eye-opener; he wasn’t the person I had assumed he was and that shifted our relationship. But I was still going to be cautious. I knew Luke was a good person and a good man, even with his somewhat secretive and tumultuous past.

He wasn’t defined by his past and neither was I.

Butthe last person I gave my heart to didn’t deserve it at all—he beat it to a fucking pulp, which made me second-guess giving it away completely again. I didn’t think I could handle a second heartbreak so close to the first.

Luke leaned down and softly kissed me before escaping back to the bathroom. I watched the muscles in his back and his perfectly circular ass as he walked through the doorway and flipped on the light. When I heard the shower turn on, I knew it was exactly what I needed, too, before curling up in bed.

Rolling out of bed, my legs shook slightly with my weight, and I smiled to myself. The man knew what he was doing in the bedroom.

Once I regained my balance, I trudged into the bathroom, squinting against the bright light. I stepped into the room as steam began permeating the air but stopped in my tracks when I caught sight of Luke. His head was downturned as the spray cascaded over his black hair, which was falling into his face.

He seemed so impossibly vulnerable in that moment that a small gasp almost escaped my throat. I felt a pull in my chest that urged me toward him, and I wasn’t one to ignore my pull to him.

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