Page 55 of King of Pain

“Kate, whatever this is, I don’t want it to end when we go back to Vegas.”

“Oh,” I breathe out. I wish I could sit up and kiss him. But his hands are back on my waist and he’s putting just enough pressure to hold me down. “Me either.”

He gives me a gorgeous smile then, one hand splaying out on my belly while the other dips between my legs. My head tips back, my lips parting as I let out a small moan. He rubs my slit with my panties still on. I try to chase the pleasure but my hip twinges again.

“Hold still, love,” he whispers. “I’m going to do all the work.”

“Luke,” I half whine. “I don’t think I can. It’s too good.”

He lifts his hand off my belly, sliding my underwear down my legs and then tossing them on the floor.

With my legs still mostly together, he leans down licking at my clit.

Part of me wants more, but part of me is so amped up that it’s enough. His hand spreads out on my belly again, keeping me from bucking as the other nudges my uninjured leg just enough so that he can slide his finger inside me.

It’s all I need, and I explode around him.

If I were a man, I think these quick orgasms would be a problem, but he only gives me a wicked grin as he gently maneuvers out from under my legs, shucking his pants down to his thighs.

For a second, I wonder what he might have in mind, but he comes around the couch, pushing the coffee table to the side and drops to his knees in front of me.

I for sure look like a cat now, one who is about to get the milk, as I give my own salacious grin at his monster cock.

“Bring it closer.”

He rumbles out his satisfaction as he thrusts forward, his cock sliding between my lips.

His salty taste fills my mouth as I close my eyes and breath him in.

He tangles a hand in my hair, wrapping his fist all up in the strands. I think he’s going to use the hair to move my head.

Instead, he holds me absolutely still, thrusting his hips instead.

I blow out a breath through my nose as his thrusts get harder, deeper. My eyes start to water but I don’t care.

I want more of him. I want all of him.

His hand in my hair tightens, the grip so tight, it might hurt, I can’t tell, my senses are so overwhelmed.

He’s spitting and growling, his body taut, and I know he’s going to break.

I relax, greedy for more of him and when he starts to cum, I swallow him down, my eyes closing as I drink him in.

His hand loosens first, smoothing the strands. “Shit. Kate. Did I hurt?—”

I look up at him, wondering just how glassy my eyes look. “No. I mean, a little. But I liked it.”

He bends down, kissing me with a ferocity that steals my breath as our tongues tangle.

He lifts up, just a few inches looking down at me, his breathing still heavy.

“Luke.”

“Yeah, love?”

“I think…” I swallow down a lump. “I think I might be falling…” I can’t finish. Afraid the words will break us into a million pieces.

But he cups my face in one hand the other cradling my skull. “What happens when the summer’s over? When you’re done working for Doctor Douchebag?”

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