Page 382 of Lodestar

She clenched her teeth, swiped her head to the side, then muttered, “He brought me to a soccer match in Düsseldorf. When I found out about it, I was excited. I’ve always enjoyed soccer. I should have known he’d find a way to ruin that for me too.”

Hans.

“What happened?” I demanded.

“It was a box like this.” She trailed her hand over the mahogany armrest. “When we walked in, I knew that we weren’t here to watch the game. Most of the women were naked; a couple guys were too. The owners were the only ones dressed. The second we were through the door, he had me strip.” Her jaw worked. “It was the first time he put a collar on me and fucking used it.”

Angry for her, I rasped, “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.” She blinked up at me. “I want to replace those bad memories with good ones, Conor.” Her tongue peeped out as she swiped it along her lips. “In Dubrovnik, I owned what happened between us. I had so many bad oral experiences but I took back ownership and I enjoyed it. It was me and you. No one else. Does that make sense?”

“I don’t think it has to make sense so long as it makes you feel better.” I pressed a kiss to the end of her nose. “We’ll do whatever you need to do, Star, understood? Just… warn me?”

“I’ll try to. Thank you, Conor.”

“Oh, baby, you don’t have to thank me for that.”

“I-I want you, Conor. That’s so new for me.Wanting. But I do. I want you. I want your cock. Inside me. Filling me full. Please,” she whispered, and I closed my eyes, enjoying those words spilling fromherlips.

“God, you’ve no idea how fucking long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

She moaned then whimpered when I stopped touching her clit so that I could release my dick from the cage of my jeans.

I grabbed her hips and toppled her forward. Her legs were trapped by her pants, and her hands gripped the sides of the chair as she hovered in place as I helped seat her on my dick.

It took a few tries to get it right, but her already tight pussy, tighter than ever thanks to how her pants locked her legs together, clutched at me as she sank, inch by torturous inch, until I was acting as her chair.

She sat there, prim and proper from the waist up as the Saturns finally scored a goal that had the meager audience cheering while, from below the waist, she was sin incarnate.

With my hands on her ass and hers still on the armrests, we did a better workout than at the gym as we got her working her way down my dick.

“So fucking wet for me, Star. Is that who this is for? All for me?”

“Always,” she moaned. “I’m yours, Conor. I’m yours.”

“My favorite words in the whole of the English language,” I growled, moving one hand around us and drifting my fingers along her core from her drenched slit up to her clit. A sharp, startled cry escaped her as I demanded, “Tell me again who this pussy belongs to.”

“You! You, Conor. Always you,” she breathed, the words frantic as her cunt clutched at me, pulsing in time to the strumming of my fingertips.

After she released a soft sob, I knew she was close. It was the quickest and easiest route to orgasm we’d ever experienced together when, with the shadows of her past haunting us here, I figured it’d take a lot longer.

Because I needed to reclaim this moment, to brand it withus, I made sure to give her clit extra attention.

Even as she raced toward her orgasm, I didn’t let up. Just carried on teasing the nub with one hand, and with the other, I tilted her chin so that our mouths were connected.

I didn’t fuck her there, just forged a link that went deeper than sex. That went deeper than healing scars.

It was us.

Pure.

Simple.

Us.

She groaned into my mouth, small whimpers drifting from her as she ground into me, her hips rocking from side to side as she worked herself on me.

Cock aching like a fucker, I kept the focus on her, dipping my fingers down to the beautiful mess we made together and coating the tips with the juices I found there.

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