Page 109 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

“I am,” I pant. “I’m drenched for you, Luc. My pussy is so hungry. I’m hungry for you. I want you…”

“I want you too, baby,” his voice dips, whispering, and I shiver as the sound of him drifts over my ears. “Stretch yourself open for me. Use both hands and imagine that I’m about to walk into your room and find you spread open for me, soaking wet and ready to accept me.”

I cry out and toss my head back and forth against the pillows. “I can’t,” I say.

“Yes, you can.” More footsteps, his voice sounds harsher, as if he’s jogging now. Where the hell is he? “Open your legs, reach back and spread yourself like I told you to. You’re a good girl, baby. A dirty filthy little princess, beg me to fuck you.”

“Yes, yes, yes…” My mind is so numb to anything else that the sound of the footsteps in the hall and the key turning in my door hit my ears and evaporate as my attention is soley focused on the phone in my grip and the feelings coursing through my veins. “Fuck me, Luc. Please. I want your cock. Please, I need—”

The door swings open and my words are cut off. I jerk upward, but he’s already inside and the door is slamming shut behind him. I gape as Luc stands there, sweat on his brow and his cell phone gripped in his fist. He doesn’t even bother to end the call as he tosses it to the side and reaches back, resetting the lock on the door.

“What—”

“Don’t you dare fucking move from that position,” Luc growls as he reaches back and yanks his shirt off his body, tossing it onto the floor. His hands drop to his jeans and the sound of his zipper is louder than my breath.

The bed dips as he crawls onto the end, sliding up right between my open, juice-soaked thighs. “Fuck,” he curses, eyes dipping down to the place between my legs. “You smell like heaven.” Cool blue eyes flick up to my stunned face a split second before he dips down. “And I know from experience you taste like it too.”

My next words are a cry as his tongue slides right inside and my hands clamp on the back of his head. Luc proves just how right he is as he fucks me with his mouth. He licks up one side of my labia and then graces my clit with a chaste kiss that has her begging for more before he traces up the other side.

“Luc!” I writhe beneath him. “Please!”

That’s all I need, apparently, because a second later, Luc arches up and shoves the waistband of his jeans down just enough to free his cock. The heat of his head touches my gaping pussy and I stare up at him, mouth open, chest heaving as he pushes himself inside.

“There you go, pretty girl,” he says. “Take it all. Take me all the way to the hilt like I know you can.”

The praise is enough to send me into overdrive. I’m coming before he’s even all the way there, my insides contracting and clamping around him as my eyes roll back in my head. The orgasm overpowers all logical thought and takes me to new heights. Every time with him is like something new. Something fresh. Like the world is ending and beginning all in one tiny breath. It makes me think there’s really some truth to the big bang theory.

Maybe the universe started with something just like this.

“Fuck, you couldn’t even wait, huh?” Luc’s question brings me back and I stare up at him, blinking blearily as my orgasm fades back once more. He withdraws and thrusts back inside, sliding the thick length of his shaft along already overwhelmed nerve endings. “How have you managed to live without my dick inside you twenty-four-seven?”

I reach up, gripping at his shoulders, sinking my nails deep. Piercing his flesh in the same way his cock is piercing mine. My hardened nipples scrape against his naked chest and I grin at him.

“It’s been hell,” I admit. “Absolute fucking hell.”

“How cruel I’ve been then,” Luc replies.

“Too cruel,” I agree.

Hard hands clamp on my hips as he drives into me harder than before. He fucks me without mercy. That cruelty of his so damn hard and hot that I feel the beginnings of yet another orgasm fluttering at the edges of my consciousness. I want to hold off this time, though. I want him to come inside me first before I release again. I want to feel the hot burst of his cum filling me up. Nothing can come of it, but I can dream. With him, I can always dream. Whereas before dreams were a luxury, an escape, now they’re just a nice unfulfilled wish.

“Fuck, Micki, just like that, pretty girl,” Luc growls against me. “You’re so perfect. All perfection wrapped up in this fucking hot ass body. You’re a goddess.”

“Take me, Luc,” I pant. “Fuck your goddess.”

He urges my legs around his hips as he drives me up the bed. My ankles lock together against the small of his back as his cock pushes in and out of my insides, driving against a spot in my belly that hurts with each pounding thrust. I don’t care. I want him to hurt me. I want him to bruise me. I want him to remind me, with each lash of pain, that I’m alive. I’m here with him and he’s here with me.

Luc groans as he begins to shake. I touch his hair, smoothing it back with my palms. “I’m yours, Luc. All yours.”

“Yes, you are,” he says through gritted teeth. “My fucking girl. My wife. My dirty, filthy little slut. Take it all, Micki. Milk me and take everything I have to give.”

With my head thrown back against the pillows, my fingers locked in his hair, and his mouth descending against my chest, I do. His teeth lock against a sensitive nipple, sending me right over the edge once more as his cock drives into me one last time and the hot spurt of his cum fills me up. My limbs tremble with effort. My insides clamp and squeeze, taking his release and sucking it dry.

I was meant to do this. I was meant to be his safe haven and he was meant to be mine.

EPILOGUE PART 2

LUC

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