Page 53 of Memories with Fire

“Freckles…”

A tear spills down each cheek then, and I angle my hips, desperate for him to keep going. “Make it hurt in different ways than it does right now. Please, Luke.”

For one long, agonizing moment, he searches my eyes, and I think he’s going to deny me. The pain I see in his gaze tells me he knows a sliver of what I’m feeling, which helps because I know I’m not alone. But it’s not enough for me to feel okay.

Luke’s jaw sets, he blinks, and then everything changes. No longer is his hand between my thighs, but grabbing my hip, pulling me off the stool. I gasp, suddenly pressed against him, but he pays me almost no mind as he grabs the chair now behind me and turns it before turning me.

“Straddle the fucking chair, Hailey. Now,” he growls in my ear, lightly holding my hips.

The demand in his tone makes me whimper in need, and I do as I’m told without hesitation. My mind empties as I slide back onto the stool, but I’m hardly on before Luke is pulling me back towards him until I’m perched so my pussy is there for the taking.

“Mmm, that’s my girl,” he mumbles. “Arch that back for me, baby. Pop that pussy out.”

Doing as I’m told once more, I cry out as pain erupts in my right ass cheek, the sound of him slapping it filling the air. My feet plant onto the bar at the bottom of the stool and I leverage myself so my ass is lifting towards him, searching for more.

“So fucking compliant, Freckles. Fuck, you’re so bloody sexy. You liked that smack, didn’t you?”

The word is breathy, full of lust as I say, “Yes,” and arch further, desperate for more.

There’s a crinkle behind me, and I know he’s sheathing himself. The knowledge that he’ll be inside of me soon has my breath coming in pants, a rush of arousal swirling through my body, concentrating between my legs.

Luke’s hand is in my hair then and he yanks on it, drawing me towards him. I struggle to keep the same arch in my back when I feel his lips at my ear.

“This is going to be fast, hard, and dirty,” he growls, and I swear I almost come on the spot from the anticipation. “You understand how I’m about to fuck you?”

His cock is at my entrance. I can feel it nudging against me, ready to fill me.

“Yes,” I gasp, reaching behind myself to seek him out.

My fingers barely graze him when he propels his hips forward, sinking into me. Not some slow inch by inch bullshit. Fully. Fucking. Seated.

“Fuck, Hailey,” Luke grits out, his fist tightening in my hair. “This tight fucking cunt makes me feel so fucking out of control.”

Luke swearing has a direct link to my pussy and the need I feel for him. It’s like he’s proving he has no control, the words slipping from his mouth without filter.

I flex around his cock, and he groans, savoring the moment for one second, but then he’s drawing halfway out of me before his cock slams back into me. It’s his last warning that my pussy is about to be battered and bruised, and all I do is grip the back of the chair and pop my ass a fraction more, welcoming everything he wants to give me.

And fuck, does he give it. As promised, every thrust of his hips is hard and fast, and it’s all I can do to hold on and not tip over on the chair. Luke releases my hair, grabbing onto my hips for more leverage, to give me everything. Pound after pound, his cock drives into me until I ache from the inside out, but it’s exactly what I wanted, what I needed from him.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, even without coming undone, he’s pulling completely out of me, replacing his cock with his fingers. Curling exactly the way I need them to, he works my pussy, his other hand dipping until his fingers are at my clit. With a light but firm touch, he’s sweeping back and forth against me, and I’m right there, about to see stars.

“Come for me, Hailey,” he commands, and it’s all I need.

I let go. More than I’ve ever let go in my life. Nothing but Luke exists in this moment. The way he consumes me. The way he makes me feel. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. The time and distance between us closes, becoming obsolete, and all that matters is we’re here. Together.

I feel like I’m on some other planet, in some other galaxy, my brain exploding with the kind of pleasure only a chosen few feel in their lifetime.

“Oh fuck,” Luke moans from behind me. “Oh fuck, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. Fuck, Hailey. Fuck, such a good fucking girl. Do it again, baby.”

My entire body tingles, from my scalp to my toes, my legs feeling like Jello as I reenter my body, only to be met with Luke’s cock hammering into me again. He’s still working my clit, and it only takes him seconds to get me back to that same place, teetering on the edge, but this time he uses his cock to get me there.

“Come. Now.”

I cry out, my toes curling as my body shudders so violently, I’d be on the ground if not for Luke. That’s when I feel it. A flood of wetness between my legs and on the chair as Luke pulls out of me again, but the pleasure is so intense that I haven’t a clue what it means, or why it’s there.

“Fuck,” he groans, the sound long and drawn out, and then he’s inside me again, driving in until he stills, seated to the hilt, gripping my hips with bruising power.

Finally his hands release my hips, only to come around my arms and grab onto the back of the chair as his body sags against me. “Fuck. Holy fuck. Shit.”

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