Page 29 of Striker's Foul
I hurry to the walk-in closet and strip out of my jeans, shirt, and undergarments as fast as I can. I slip on the tiny gray panties, then the top with extremely thin straps and a white ribbon between my breasts. Just as I step out of the closet and lean against the pocket door, he enters the bedroom and locks the door behind him.
“Don’t tease a man like that, angel,” he says before turning around.
When he finally takes me in, I see his reaction clearly in his loose shorts. I walk over to him and start to drop to my knees.
“Nope. Don’t have the patience for that right now.” He lifts me up into his arms.
I wrap my legs around his hips and lean my head back. He devours my mouth as he walks across the room to the bed. My body is on fire. I start moving against his erection and moan when he rubs his fingers over my core.
“Fuck, angel, I’ve been giving you time, but I can only lie in bed with you so many times without burying myself into this sweet ass pussy.”
“I’m tired of you waiting,” I say, then kiss his neck, sliding my tongue along his thick, corded muscles.
Luke drops me onto the bed and rips my panties from my legs before I can protest. He goes to his knees at the side of the bed and licks me from bottom up to my clit.
“Please,” I beg when he sucks my clit deep.
“I need a taste before I get inside you again, or I’m going to come like a racehorse.”
“I don’t care. I need you.” I grip his hair and pull.
He comes up over me and pushes me back, then rolls me to my stomach. He pulls my hips up before slamming into my body. I scream into the comforter so Jude doesn’t hear us. Thankfully, Jude picked the room furthest from Luke’s, but I still don’t want to traumatize our son like that.
“I soundproofed the room. You can scream all you want, baby. No one will hear us.”
I turn my head to look at him and let out a soft laugh. “Only you would think to soundproof our bedroom.”
“No one, not even our children, are going to hear your cries of pleasure. Those are all mine,” he says, punctuating each word with a thrust into my body.
I throw my head back and move with him, so he goes deeper. He flips me over and enters me again, pressing my back into the mattress.
“This is our bedroom.”
I blink a few times, trying to make sense of his words through the haze of passion. “I—I don’t understand.” I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of lust.
“That’s the first time you’ve called this our room. This whole house is ours. It’s not just mine. It’s yours.” He pistons his hips, then pulls out, long and slow. “It’s Jude’s.” He thrusts inside me again, repeating the motion. “And any other kids we will have. This is our home. Your home. Get it.”
Luke continues to thrust, over and over. My nipples pebble against his chest and ache. I feel the flush working over my skin as I close my eyes and scream from the pleasure and his words. He doesn’t stop. He works my orgasm higher, then plants himself deep and comes inside me.
“Ouch. Not so hard.” I warn him when he leans back and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
He looks down at me with a thoughtful expression. With an eyebrow arched, he squeezes my breast.
“Oh, that’s sensitive,” I say, then it clicks. “Son of a bitch.” I pull a pillow over my face as he laughs, hard and deep. His cock still inside me starts to harden again.
He makes love to me, slow and sensual this time. He licks and sucks every part of my body. He kisses around my flat stomach.
“My baby is in there again.” He sighs, and I can’t stop the tears as they roll down my face.
“Are you sad?” He rears up in shock.
I shake my head and pull him down until he’s a breath away from me.
“No. I love you, Luke Branch. I’ve never stopped loving you.”
“Thank fuck, because we’re getting married. You’re mine, and no one is going to take you away from me.”
He slides out of my body and rolls toward his nightstand. He pulls something from the drawer and turns back to me. I sit up in bed when he sits up too.
