Page 40 of Unlucky You

He was so deep and right where he needed to be. The torture continued when my other leg went up over his shoulder. My ass was in the air. My pussy fully exposed as his tongue and fingers worked in tandem.

“You’re killing me.”

Tongue, fingers, teeth, lips.

I shattered over and over again. Each time I fell, that beautiful mouth of his pulled me back until I was too exhausted to do anything but allow him to please me.

Thoroughly and completely.

Eventually, his mouth was on mine again. His tongue tangled with mine, sharing what he’d just experienced.

“That was for you. This is for me. You ready for me to collect.”

I exposed a lazy, satisfied smile. “I thought you just did.”

He laughed arrogantly and I felt my legs spread wider. “Not even close.”

“Thenno, I’m not ready.”

I sighed in contentment, too exhausted to protest when the warmth of his body left me. It didn’t last long. The presence of him resting against my pussy had my smile growing more, and when he pushed forward, I hissed from the pressure of him slowly easing into me.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, baby. I’m going to fuck you. I want you hoarse from screaming my name and sore from my dick bottoming out in this pussy.”

“Condom.”

“Handled.”

Handled?

My eyes absorbed him.

“I missed that.”

“Yeah, you did.”

I felt him, so full. The presence of how long and thick he was jolted through my mind with each inch he progressed and I still needed more. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked my hips until he was deep inside of me.

“I thought you weren’t ready.”

“I lied.” My eyes met his and he pulled back and pushed in again, this time deeper, groaning through his own satisfaction. I was full, so full, stretched wide and could tell he wasn’t completely seated.

I groaned when he retracted and sighed in satisfaction when he landed deep once more. He was so far inside me that I felt connected, exposed, and more importantly, like I was his. With each thrust, he stretched and branded me, making me lose a little more control. When his pace changed, moving out slowly and coming back harder, I stopped trying.

There was no point. He began to fuck me, demanding I give him back the orgasms he just gave me. He fucked me like I belonged to him.

Tonight I would let him believe that it was true. Tomorrow would be a different story because there was no way we belonged in this space. It felt too good and things that felt good never lasted.

After our last round, Grand eased out of me and silently walked to the bathroom. I came so many times my body felt exhausted but I wasn’t going to make the mistake of believing this was anything more than amazing sex. He already told me I wasn’t here to talk, so while he was in the bathroom, I climbed off the bed, hissing from the delicious ache he left behind. I smiled when I reached for my jeans and panties, carefully slipping them on.

The dick definitely didn’t disappoint.

I lifted my bra and worked it on, then swung my head in search of my shirt, remembering I’d tossed it toward the dresser. When I rounded the bed to grab it, I also lifted a stack of papers from the floor I must have knocked off from the near miss of my shirt landing. Unconsciously organizing them, my eyes lowered to the first one and ballooned when I read.

Diamond Falls Correctional Facility. Five years. Manslaughter. Fifty thousand dollar fine. Five years’ probation.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

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