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I’m not sure what I said that earns his smile, but I’ll take it.And I also take his cock.
My legs are over his shoulders, and my ass hangs at the edge of the table when Luke thrusts inside me.
“That,” I say, my legs trembling. “Give me that.”
“You like this?” He leans back, then plows into me again. “Like that?”
“Like that.”
He repeats the motion. Again. And again.
My arms go weak as I try to keep my head from ramming into the wall. My back burns as it squeaks against the table. The backof my pussy throbs as it takes impact after impact, and it’s the most glorious, delicious feeling ever.
“Harder,” I say, clenching my teeth. “Fuck me, Luke.”
“You want fucked? You got it.”
I scream as he grips my waist, my legs flailing over his shoulders, and drives himself into me without mercy. I hold my breasts as they bounce with each thrust and close my eyes as the pressure becomes almost too much.
“How hard do you want it?” he asks, his fingers digging into my skin. “Tell me how hard you want it.”
“Just like that.” The words are hard to get out. “Just … like that.”
“I’m going to come,” he says.
“Don’t stop! Please! One more—fuck!”
My body shakes as tiny constellations float through my vision. My legs tremble so hard that I can’t stop them. Beads of sweat drip from Luke’s forehead onto my stomach as he holds himself inside me and fills me with his cum.
I try to laugh, but it sounds more like a whine as I fall unceremoniously back to earth.
Luke’s arms give out, and his shoulders sag.
I carefully pull my legs off him.
He pants, an ear-to-ear smile on his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”
“I assure you that I haven’t.” I struggle to sit up. “I still can’t see clearly.”
Luke scoops me up, cradling me like a baby, and presses a kiss against my forehead.
“I need the next round to be somewhere soft,” I say, yawning.
“Did you get hurt?”
I trail my fingertips down his cheek. “Not yet.”
He kisses me again and carries me upstairs.
Chapter Sixteen
Laina
“Look,” I say, my voice sleepy. “The sun is coming up.”
Luke brushes his fingertips over my arm as I snuggle into him. “You kept me busy tonight.” He pauses. “Last night? What’s the right word?”
I laugh and stretch, my muscles screaming for rest. Being with Luke makes Pilates seem like a walk in the park. Only, walks in the park aren’t this fun.
