Page 19 of Chasing Lustre

A few people stop over and talk to Blyth, and for the most part, I plaster a smile on my face and tune them out. Fortunately, we’re outside, so it doesn’t feel as claustrophobic, and with my girl in my arms, I can handle anything. I still want to leave, but the urgency isn’t as bad as it usually is.

After a time, she wiggles in my lap. My cock perks up, immediately wanting attention, twitching under her sexy ass. She looks back at me seductively, batting her eyelashes before biting her lip.

“Need something, Trouble?” I ask, skimming my hand up her leg. She’s still wrapped in my coat, so there isn’t much bare skin to be found, but I slip my fingers under the hem of her dress to find what I need. Her thighs part, and she rolls her hips, grinding down on me.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“I think we’ve stayed long enough,” she whispers, dropping kisses along my jaw, and I couldn’t agree more. Lifting her into my arms, I cradle her against my chest, and without a single word of goodbye, I disappear into the B&B. Best part about staying here is how close we are to the room.

In mere seconds, I have us behind a locked door with her pressed against the wall.

“Are you sure you want this, baby? I’ll wait for you forever,” I promise, wanting to make sure she truly feels up to intimacy after everything she’s been through. Even if she initiated fooling around after the bathroom assault, I need her to know that she always has a way out. Dealing with trauma isn’t linear.

“If you don’t kiss me in the next two seconds, I may explode,” she pants, nipping at my lower lip. “And I know you’ll never hurt me.”

“If you want me to stop at any time, all you need to do is say it,” I promise before crashing my mouth down on hers. Her lips part instantly, welcoming me in, and I take complete control, delving deep as our tongues twine together. My hands skim over her body, damning all the clothing between us when I can’t find any skin.

Completely unacceptable.

I slip the jacket off her shoulders, listening to it rustle as it falls to the ground in a pool at her feet. One down, more to go. Tasting her becomes my sole focus, and I pull her dress up around her hips. It’s pretty, and I briefly wonder how mad she would be if I tore it to shreds to get to the body beneath. But I don’t even have time for that. Reaching for her legs, I flex my muscles and lift her high in the air until her panty-clad pussy is directly in front of my face.

“Put your legs over my shoulders,” I demand, nipping at her through the lacey material. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, and the second she obeys, I go to town, licking at her through the barrier. She lets out a mewl of frustration, and I chuckle against her heated core, twisting my head to nip her sexy thigh.

“Reach down and pull those sexy panties to the side. Offer me this perfect pussy,” I demand, and she arches against thewall, her eyes dancing with excitement. She reaches between her spread thighs and does as I ask, showing me the glistening folds with her throbbing clit peeking through the wetness. “Hold on tight.”

With that, I press my face into her molten core, loving the heat and the scent of her. My tongue darts out, circling her clit until she can’t help but grind back against me. Blyth’s hands tangle in my hair, tugging and pulling until it stings, but the pain pushes me to drive her harder. Faster.

I devour her like a man possessed. Like she’s water in the desert.

Latching on to her clit, I suck hard, loving the sound of her moans and cries as they reach a feverish crescendo. She’s so close. Her clit pulses between my lips, and her pussy flutters around me.

“Come all over my face,” I demand, popping off for a second, then doubling down. She writhes against me, rolling her hips faster and faster until she shatters with the sexiest scream I’ve ever heard. Blyth’s legs clamp hard around my ears, and she gushes as I lap up every drop.

Fucking delicious.

I keep licking her until she relaxes, flopping heavily against the wall. With a final kiss on her mound, I slide her down my body and carry my girl over to the bed.

Chapter Thirteen

Blyth

The mattress bounces as we fall on it, but all I can think about is getting this dress off as quickly as possible. It’s too tight, and the material creates an uncomfortable friction on my now aching nipples.

There’re just too many damn clothes between us, and I can’t take it. I rip my dress over my head, allowing my breasts to bounce freely, and I welcome his appreciative groan before Murphy captures a nipple between his lips. He lashes the tender bud with his tongue, and the sensation goes straight to my clit. If he doesn’t get inside me soon, I might just die.

My hands coast over his body, and a disgruntled whine leaves my lips when I find miles and miles of fabric. Too many damn clothes! The buttons of Murphy’s shirt pop under my rough yanking and fly across the room to ping off various surfaces.

“Naughty girl,” he rasps, snapping off my panties with a single tug. It burns against my sensitive skin, quickly heightening my desire.

Fuck, I need him so bad.

“Punish me with your cock,” I joke, fighting with the button on his pants. His body shakes above me, and I glance up to see if he’s having some kind of seizure. But no—the grump is laughing. A true, genuine smile takes over his face, and it’s like seeing the sun for the first time. A deep, rich sound breaks free and I can’t help but get swept away by it.

“Woman. That was next-level cheese. Porn star stuff. Even worse than when you called me sailor.”

“You know you love it,” I say, nipping his shoulder as I win my tug of war with his pants, and his thick cock pops free. It slaps against his toned abs, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he says, looking deep into my eyes. Time and space slip away to nothing until it’s just the two of us. No past, no future, just now.

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