Page 60 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

Those words send me into another muscle clenching release. My eyes slide shut as my body takes over. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, fusing my lashes together when they run down my temples and into my ears as Luc’s hands keep moving. I’m the type of tingling numb I’ve never been before. Not the scary kind. Not the hateful numb that I found myself in whenever I wanted to disappear.

Luc’s hands are gentle when he finally pulls away and I know it’s time. He’s waited this long. He’s made me come so much—more than I ever have in my life. It’s his turn, and I don’t fight it. I don’t want to.

He arranges me to his liking, and I let him, moving easily wherever he pulls and pushes me until he’s satisfied. Luc sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. I don’t even care enough to be ashamed or embarrassed anymore. My cheeks are red, my lips swollen and red also. My eyelids droop down as rough masculine fingers slip around my stomach.

“Show me,” he says. “Show me what’s mine—show me what’s yours to give me.”

I do. My hand moves down and I spread my legs, hooking them over either side of his massive thighs as I reach down and touch my pussy lips. I spread my pussy and show him just how soft and open I am. I show him what he does to me. His chest rumbles against my back with a needy growl. The pounding of his rock-hard cock is against my lower back. I rub against it absently, barely aware that I’m even moving against him, silently begging him to hurry things along and take me.

“Pretty,” Luc replies, his voice breathless. “But you know that’s not all, don’t you? What else is mine, Micki? Show meeverything.”

Air squeezes into my lungs. Luc adjusts his hold, his eyes piercing me through the reflection as he watches my movements in the mirror. He holds me steady as I cant my hips up and reach back.

There’s nothing wrong with being a dirty girl. You can be as filthy as you want with me. Be my filthy fucking slut, pretty girl.

Luc’s words echo in my mind as I spread my cheeks and show him everything. The dark hole of my ass is red and swollen, wet from his mouth and my leaking juices as they slip down further with each breath I take. My chest rises and falls as I wait for his response.

“Good girl.” Luc’s hands disappear from my waist as he reclines. The mattress compresses as he adjusts and holds himself up. “Now, fuck your ass on my cock.”

“Me?” I gape at him in the mirror for a split second before I turn and glance back at him.

His brow arches. “Yes, you,” he says. “This is your choice to make, Micki. If you want me, I’m yours. I gave you what you needed, but we’re not doing this the same way they did. You’re going to give me what I want and take what you want at the same time.You’regoing to fuckme.”

I’m going to fuck him. Not the other way around. His words are a realization. I’ve never actually fucked anyone. I’ve been fucked, but I’ve never been active in the act. This will be my first. His first and mine, in different ways, but at the same time—he’s giving me the opportunity to take something back that I’ve never had.

My eyes burn, but this time it’s with a new emotion I’m not used to. Relief and gratitude.

Luc smacks my side and grins back at me. “Don’t make me wait too long, baby,” he says, easing the tension in the room. “You might be a filthy little masochist, but I’m not.”

I laugh. I’ve never laughed during sex before, but I do now. Even my laughter, though, won’t get me out of this. Soon enough, the throb of his cock against my ass reminds me what I’m doing in this position.

Panting, I reach back and grip his cock, stroking it once as I press my heels into the bed and rise up. Luc grips my waist, keeping me steady as I waver. “There’s no lube,” I say, hesitating.

Smack.I yelp as Luc slaps the top of my ass. “You’re so wet down there, you don’t need it,” he says through gritted teeth. “I made sure of it. Now, stop delaying the inevitable and take me in your ass, baby girl. Let me feel you squeeze me tight.”

Asshole.Still, though, he’s right. I’m procrastinating.

The head of his cock touches my asshole. The little bundle of nerves contracts and releases as I take breath after breath, trying to relax.

“Christ,” Luc groans. “Do you have any idea what you look like?” Before I can answer, he continues. “Your ass is so tiny; it’s gaping for me. It looks hungry, pretty girl. Are you hungry for my cock? Do you want me to feed you?”

“Yes,” I hiss out the word as he gently urges me to lower myself over his lap. The head of his cock pushes against my opening and eases inside. The stretch burns as my own weight forces me to slide down his shaft. He’s thicker than anything I’ve ever had back there. My heart jumps in my throat as I gasp and hesitate. My thighs shake with effort.

“How much farther?” I should be embarrassed by the whine in my voice, but I don’t have the energy to be.

“You’re halfway there.” Luc’s hands turn soothing. He strokes my skin gently, urging me to keep going, but my mind freezes on his words.

“Halfway?” There’s no fucking way. I look back at him again, but it’s impossible to see beneath us. My eyes return to the mirror and now I realize why he set us up this way. I can see everything in the reflection. His cock included. It helps. Until I realize that he’s right, and halfway is being generous.

I groan. “You’re a monster.”

His chest rumbles against my spine, amusement clear in his tone when he speaks. “You can take me, pretty girl. You were built to take me to heaven.”

I moan, easing down further. If I didn’t know any better, I would swear his cock is already touching my throat. My fingers flutter over my stomach, pressing down, and behind me, he moans in response.

“Fuck…” He grips my hips and growls. “I’m trying to be easy on you, Micki, but if you don’t stop playing with me, I’m going to lose my fucking shit.”

Sweat drips down the side of my face. I’m trying. I really am, but he’s massive enough to make me feel like I’m taking his whole forearm up my ass rather than just his dick. “Hold me,” I beg. “Please, Luc … hold me. I’m gonna fall.”

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