Page 146 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns

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“Fuck, Lucian. I’m—I can’t?—”

“Yes, you can,” I growl into her ear. “You’re gonna come for me just like this. Rub your clit while I fuck you slow and deep. Let me feel it, baby.”

She moans—high and sharp and wrecked—and then I feel it.

She clenches around me like a vice. Her fingers stutter. Her breath shatters.

She comes with a cry that punches through the cabin, her body trembling in my arms as I keep fucking her through it.

And I don’t stop.

Not when she clenches again.

Not when she begs.

Not even when she’s dripping all over me.

“You’re gonna take my cum too,” I whisper, voice raw now. “You want it? Want me to fill you up and make you drip down your thighs like a good little cock-hungry slut?”

“Yes,” she sobs. “Fuck, yes.”

That’s it. That’s all I need.

I grip her hips hard and thrust up—deep, fast, unrelenting.

One.

Two.

Three more strokes, and I come, loud and possessive, holding her down as I spill into her.

I don’t pull out.

I stay there, buried to the base, balls tight against her ass, my come flooding her in deep, warm pulses.

“Fuck,” I pant into her shoulder, kissing the sweat-damp skin there. “You feel that?”

She nods weakly.

I shift her slightly, keeping myself inside her, and press a hand low on her belly.

“Mine now,” I murmur. “Inside you. Filling you. You’re gonna keep it in. Don’t you dare let a drop spill.”

She whimpers.

I smile.

“You like me to fill you, don’t you?” I say, teeth grazing her earlobe. “That’s why you let me fuck you raw. Why you take every drop like a good girl. You want me to do it again. Stuff you so full you can’t think straight.”

She’s still trembling.

And smiling.

And utterly fucked.

Just how I like her.

She’s limp in my arms.

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