Page 42 of King of Pain

It’s one time I could have been as loud as I wanted, but I can hardly make a noise, my mouth is so full.

It doesn’t stop me from cumming though, my body spasming as a powerful orgasm rips through me.

Luke isn’t done with me. Rolling me to the side, he’s got his arms around me, pulling me into the water with him.

I wrap my legs around his waist even as he thrusts into my now-sopping pussy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good.”

He’s standing in thigh high water, supporting my weight as he pulls my hips up and then pulls me back down on his cock.

My head snaps back, my back arching as I let out a low moan. His arm must be feeling better, but it can’t be a hundred percent. I have this moment where I wonder what sex will be like when it is.

It only makes me hotter. He’s pumping in and out of me, grinding our bodies together as I hold on for dear life.

His mouth finds mine, his tongue thrusting between my lips as another orgasm tightens every muscle in my body.

Finally, I can’t take any more and I break apart, screaming into his mouth.

It triggers his orgasm, his thrusts so rapid, he rattles my teeth as he cums too. He’s still cumming when he sinks down into the water, dropping to his knees so that the water is up to our chests.

I’ve still got my arms wound around his neck and his chin sinks onto my shoulder, my cheek coming to his temple.

“That was…”

“I know,” he says, squeezing me tightly.

I take in several deep breaths, letting the cool water soothe my overheated skin.

A muffled ring calls out into the night, and I turn my head. Is that a phone?

His hands spread out on my back. “We’ve only got one issue.”

A bit of fear slides down my spine as I lift my head, pulling his up by his hair to look in his eyes. “What?”

“Mason’s calling me and once I pick up, we’re going back to Vegas.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Luke

“Vegas,”she says it on a sigh. Like it makes her sad, but relieved too. We both need to go back. Me for the sake of my family, her for the big career she has planned.

Gently, I wade toward the shore, the phone stops its incessant ring. I fully stand, setting her on the ground just as it starts again.

Picking up my pants, I pull out the phone and accept the call. “Hello?”

“Thank fucking God,” Mason rumbles in my ear. I don’t want to worry about pleasantries now though.

“Roman? He good?”

“Good,” Mason answers.

I nearly wilt to the ground. “How?”

“The vision-impaired girl. She brought him in. Helped him escape.” He isn’t the only man who got a meaningful assist from a woman.

I turn to Kate as she gasps.

“Maddie?” I ask. But it reminds me I have an audience. Pulling the microphone away from my mouth I lean in and kiss her lips.

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