Page 60 of Miss Understood

It used to bother me when she called me that. It was the way she said it, mockingly. Now there’s a dare in her tone somewhere, a hint of seduction. And it’s sending signals to my cock.

Running my hand up her back and into her hair, I tug her body against me. “Baby, the date’s not over yet.”

My mouth crashes onto hers, and I feel my whole self spill out. Needing her to take everything I have to give, and hoping it’s enough for a woman like Luce. As if I could ever measure up to her mind, her heart, her expectations. Knowing I need more and wanting it in return.

I pull away just enough to run my thumb along her panting mouth. Her bright red lipstick is slightly smeared from our kiss but still ripe with torture.

“This mouth,” I say, leaning in and nipping at her bottom lip. “It’s fucking perfect.”

Luce gives me a devious smile. “Is that so?”

Her hands slip down between us and work at the button on my slacks. She pops it open with a moan, and I’m surprised I don’t come at the sound of it. She slides them down my legs, her body lowering with them, until she’s kneeling in front of me like the goddess she is.

She pulls down my underwear, and my dick springs out at her. Luce’s eyes are heated and full of pleasure as she looks up at me and runs that tongue around the cherry red circle I’ve been craving to feel around the base of my cock.

Her hand wraps around me, stroking me slowly before she runs her tongue along the underside my full length, all the way to the tip.

“Fuck.” I wrap my hands in her blonde hair, pulling it off her face but letting her keep the control.

Because she has it. She has me.

Luce’s eyes stay locked on mine as she opens her mouth and takes me in. She goes as far as she can before the head of my dick hits the flesh at the back of her throat, and her eyes water. She holds me there for a moment, sucking, massaging me with her tongue, and I have to tighten my grip on her hair to stay standing.

Slowly, she slides me out, leaving those wet red streaks of lipstick coating my dick as she works me in and out. I watch her enjoy my cock like it’s her favorite thing on the fucking planet. My balls start to tighten, and as much as I want to spill down her throat, I need to feel her around me.

I pull her away, and my dick falls from her mouth with a pop. A disappointed frown falls on her face, but she doesn’t have time to argue because I immediately pick her up and set her pretty ass on the kitchen counter.

“Your mouth is fucking incredible,” I tell her, pushing her dress up over her hips. “But I need to feel that tight pussy on my dick, right now.”

I brush my finger along the thin lace that covers her soaked center. Then I tug it to the side and slide a finger in as Luce dips her head back in a moan. Quickly, I reach into my pocket and roll on a condom, desperate to feel her heat around me.

Grabbing onto her hips, I slide her ass to the edge of the counter and press her wetness against my dick. Luce’s eyes darken as she pins me with her stare, and I watch her eyes hood and flutter as her soft walls take every hard inch of my brutal thrust.

Her legs wrap around me with urgency as I slam myself to the hilt inside her, feeling her tight walls milk my dick as I hold still for a moment before sliding out slowly and drilling back in again. I thrust harder, her nails gripping into the flesh of my neck as she holds me close. My teeth bite into her soft lips. The urgent need to claim all of her as we climb.

Higher.

She’s barely seated as I slam into her, pulling her against me with each drive. I don’t have to be easy with Luce; she can take everything I have to give, matching me in every way. When I slow, she melts. When I pick up speed, she grips harder.

Luce isn’t passive or insecure. She meets me right where I’m at and draws more out of me. She demands a part of me I didn’t even realize I was holding back. With every kiss, every thrust. She levels me.

The sound of slick skin slapping together quickens as I drink her moans and screams with my mouth. Her hot center clenches, and I know she’s close. I’m right there with her, not even sure if it’s still fucking, or if we’re feeding from each other to take all we can get.

“Harder,” she screams, and I pound into her, giving her what she needs. Every bit of me she asks for, along with the parts she doesn’t.

Her climax erupts as the ball of tension releases inside me, and we roll over the waves together. She’s wrapped around my body, and I keep her there, walking us to the couch and sitting down. We’re still connected at the waist and I’m not ready to let go just yet. Luce pulls away, and the look in her eyes says more than her lips ever could. It tugs at an ache that throbs in my chest.

I want to tell her it’s okay.Open me up, take what you want, empty me.I want to hand her the beating heart straight from my chest.

The problem is, she already has it.

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Luce

Alightflicksonin the hallway, and I listen as familiar footsteps approach. When the door finally cracks, I see Jesse peeking around it.

“Hey, babe.” He rubs his eyes, walking into the room in only his underwear like it’s not a complete distraction. “It’s late; what are you doing in here?”

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