Page 29 of Luck of the Draw

Oh, this woman would all but kill him before her visit was over. He was convinced.

The sensations began, and he could only guess their specifics.

A kiss pressed to the head of his cock. A long, slow swipe of her tongue after that. Flames crackled at the base of his spine.

He tugged against the tie, desperate to grab her ponytail or cup her cheek, but the knot wouldn’t budge.

Another sensation. Distinctive. Her hot, wet mouth covering his dick with her lips rolled around her teeth. His hips jerked at the searing contact of her tongue stroking down his length as she swallowed him inch by inch by inch by—

A low moan in the back of Skye’s throat caused a vibration around his shaft that shut down his brain for a second.

“Fuck. Skye. Baby.” He panted rapidly. “You gotta stop.”

Her lips retracted and then landed on the flat of his lower abs. She kissed her way up his chest, all the way to his mouth. “Why? Is it too crazy?”

“I need to touch you. I need to see you.” Brennan jerked his arms against the tie. “Take all this shit off.”

A tiny giggle spilled from her lips as she did as he said.

The second he was free, Brennan grabbed her, hands skating all over her body as if trying to make up for years of lost time. He assaulted her mouth with his and blindly reached for the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and grabbing a condom, pausing everything for only long enough to roll it on.

Pure carnality gripped him. Skye had said with her filthy fucking mouth that she wanted to get fucked, and that was exactly what Brennan was going to do. Grabbing her legs behind her knees, he dragged her a few inches down the mattress, flipped her onto her stomach, and gripped her hips to hoist them up.

The view was spectacular.

Her ass was such a perfect little peach; cheeks spread just enough for him to see all her pretty little pink places and appreciate the stellar wax job she was sporting. Gripping the side of her hip with his hand, Brennan gave an appreciative stroke up and down the length of his rubber-clad cock.

He took one spare moment to lean forward over her back, his rigid shaft pressing hard against the base of her spine. With her hips elevated, Skye had taken another yoga-looking pose. Was it called downward-facing dog?

Brennan couldn’t remember and also couldn’t care.

Her ass was in the air, and her palms were planted on his bed, fingers curling into the thick bedding, and she had presented herself to him on a silver fucking platter.

He located her ear and wrapped his hand around her throat; not squeezing, just a nice, firm hold. “Brace yourself, sweetheart. I’m about to fuck you so hard that I’m going to split you in half.”

Skye said nothing. Her breath was coming in quick puffs of air through her nose. Eyes pressed shut. Mouth sealed.

He slid his free hand down her back and over the side of her ribs so he could squeeze her bare breast and tweak her nipple. “You’re so fucking spectacular, Skye. And I’m going to do bad things to you.”

No response. Likely silenced by anticipation.

Dragging his hand back down her spine, he drew his fingers over the curve of her ass and paused there to smooth his hand over her soft, supple skin. Skye’s mouth parted just enough for her to use her teeth to bear down on her bottom lip. He slid his hand farther down her ass to her hot, wet honey pot. Dipping in his fingers, he teased her internal hot spot before dragging them out again. His first two fingers were covered in her slick arousal, and he painted it over the rosebud between her ass cheeks, slowly circling.

His cock silently roared for relief, and he gave it another long stroke as he leaned back, centering himself perfectly behind her. Using his knees, he wedged her thighs wider and gripped the base of his shaft, lining it up with her pussy, dragging it through her wetness, and then aiming it right for her entrance.

The second the head of his cock pressed against her slit, Brennan nearly came undone, and he gritted his teeth. “You better hold on tight, baby girl.”

At that, she whimpered. And not like she had a number of times already. This one sounded different. Even over the thud of his pulse in his ears, Brennan could hear the difference between this little noise and all the other ones. This one sounded…off.

“You all right, honey?” he rasped, anxiously awaiting her reply while keeping his head pressed against her entrance.

There was a beat of silence before she responded. “Fine.”

Her voice came out like a little squeak, and his hackles went up immediately.

He removed his dick and leaned over her back again so he could peer at the side of her face again. “Skye?”

“I’m fine.” There was a teary, fearful crack in the back of her throat. “Go ahead.”

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