Page 146 of Unexpected

Eagerly, I slipped out of my jeans, leaving them in a puddle on the floor beneath me. I climbed up next to him on all fours with my head bowed over his thick length.

With the hair tie on my wrist, I pulled my hair back into a low ponytail, then gripped Luke’s shaft with one hand. His skin was so soft, and I could feel him pulsing beneath my palm. As I stroked him up and down with a twist in my wrist, his hands smoothed down my spine and palmed my ass.

His hand trailed lower until the calloused tip of a finger circled the tight hole he hadn’t yet explored. “Has anyone ever fucked you here before?”

“No,” I said before licking the drop of precum at the tip of his engorged head. His dick twitched and a satisfied smile crossed my face.

“Have you used a toy back here?”

“No,” I said again, then I licked slowly up the side of him and twirled my tongue around his tip. I sucked the head in my mouth just for a moment, then released it with a pop.

“Fuck, Angel. We’ll have to work you up to it, but I’m going to fuck you here soon.”

I didn’t say anything because I was too lost in what I was doing and what I hoped to accomplish. I only hummed in approval as I swallowed him as deep as I could and until he triggered my gag reflex at the back of my throat.

He moaned, and I continued working my mouth up and down him at what I was hoping was a satisfyingly slow pace. Each time I tried to push him deeper. I held him far back in my throat for a second or two before pulling back up.

All the while, Luke teased my throbbing clit with small, hurried circles. In such a short time, he’d become an expert when it came to my pleasure and my body. He knew exactly how to work me so I would fall apart at just the right time. With every twist of his fingers, I could feel myself growing more wet and the craving for release growing closer.

One of his fingers finally dipped inside of me, and I pushed back into it, wanting him deeper. His finger pushed in and out of me while his thumb continued circling my clit, and I was nearly overcome with the sensation of it so I momentarily stopped what I was doing.

When I paused with my mouth only over the tip of him and my hand around his slick shaft, his movements also stopped.

“You stop, I stop,” he said, and I immediately continued at a quicker pace because I needed more.

He kept going but withdrew his finger from my pussy only a few seconds later. I was about to protest when I felt his finger pushing at a different entrance.

“Don’t tense up,” he said, prodding at my tight hole while his other hand smoothed down my ass and then moved around my front to continue stimulating my clit. “Just keep sucking my cock like a good girl.God, that feels so good,” he groaned, and the sound of his hunger was evident in his voice, which spurred me on. I pushed my hesitation to the side because I wanted everything Luke could give me.

Slowly, he pushed his finger into me. He talked me through each step and explained what my body was doing as he moved. It didn’t hurt as much as it felt uncomfortable for a few minutes, but once I got used to the intrusion, the pleasure overwhelmed any thoughts of pain or unease.

My hips jerked back into his finger, pushing it deeper, and I moaned around his cock. The heat I felt growing low in my stomach suddenly propelled through me with a fierce intensity.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. His clever fingers thumbed my clit and pushed into me at such an expert pace that I couldn’t do anything but succumb to the torrent of pleasure that washed over me.

I ground back into him, sighed his name, and then yelled it as my sex clenched, and I could feel his finger deep inside of my ass.

The new sensations and type of orgasm had me slumping over his lap and licking up and down the sides of his cock in hopes of recovering for a few moments. But Luke had a different idea. With a growl, he lifted me up and twisted me to the other side of him. My back landed on the forgiving couch cushion, and he poised himself on top of me. He ripped a pillow from the other side of the couch and positioned it underneath my lower back, lifting my hips for easier access. His forearms were braced on either side of my head and his eyes scanned my face as he pushed into me in one long thrust.

I gasped and immediately clenched around him, and although my eyes wanted to fall closed, I forced them open to watch his expression contort in undeniable pleasure. I clasped his face in my hands and melted into him, kissing him deep and long. His thrusts were punishing and the pillow beneath my hips only forced him deeper into me. Each time he pulled back, the tip of his cock grazed that perfect spot within me, and I tried to meet him in the middle, thrust for thrust.

I craved his groans and gasps and mumbled dirty words.

He was deep, so deep, but I wanted more of all of it. I didn’t think I could ever get enough. I slung one leg over the back of the couch, opening myself up wider and allowing him to drive deeper. With an open invitation, Luke leaned back, gripping my hip in one hand as the other palmed my breast, pinching my nipple.

“You’re so beautiful, Hazel. And so fucking addicting,” he breathed. I could feel my arousal coating us both, slipping over my thighs and allowing him easy access.

“You feel so good, Luke,” I gasped. Scraping my nails down his stomach and the tattoos on his chest, I left small red marks in their wake. His eyes rolled back as the pain propelled his pleasure forward; I knew how he liked it. His thrusts became frenzied, and I knew he was close as his eyes closed and his grip tightened around both of my hips.

In a second, Luke fell backward into the couch cushions as he planted his feet on the ground. He was still partially inside of me, but I got the satisfaction of sliding back down onto him completely. His fingers dug into my hips as he guided me back down; we both groaned simultaneously at the connection.

My need for him burned under my skin, and I watched between us as his thick length disappeared inside of me. Once I was fully seated, I glanced up to watch his expression.

The desire and need and unfathomable pleasure were all still there, flickering in his deep-green eyes. But there was more that time. It was something that took my breath away, and I knew he saw it reflected in my own eyes.

We were drowning and pulling each other deeper and whether I could breathe or not, I didn’t care.

It felt like a culmination and the creation of something I couldn’t describe. I knew I was frozen in the feeling, and it felt like Luke was too, as he stilled beneath me. But no matter what was newly buzzing between us, the fiery desire urged me to move.

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