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“Yes.”
“So fucking obedient,” he murmured. “Now, lie on your back and open your pretty thighs for me.”
The cool air felt strange as I did as he’d asked. I had never been in this position before while naked.
“Okay.”
“Fuck, I wish I could see that. I want to get my mouth on your sweet little pussy so bad.”
A small moan escaped me, and I slid my good hand between my legs, needing relief from the build his words had caused.
“You gonna let me taste it? Lick it until you’re pulling my hair, screaming my name, and coming all over my tongue? I’ll lap it up like it’s my favorite treat.”
“Oh God.” My body buckled.
“Are you playing with that needy cunt?” he asked, his breath quickening.
Then I heard a sound over the line that I remembered from before. His hand as he pumped his erection. I moaned loudly this time, thinking about how he’d looked as he did it. How his abs flexed. He was beautiful.
“Tell me, baby, are you finger-fucking that pussy?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good girl. Such a fucking good girl.” He growled the words. “If you were here, I’d fuck that hot little hole with something else.”
The image of Luther over me, pushing his long, rigid penis inside me, sent me off. I cried out his name as my climax washed over me.
“Is that what you want?” His voice sounded almost animalistic. “You want my cock inside your tight cunt?”
“Yesss. God, yes.”
“FU—AH—GAH!” he roared.
I listened as he grunted, gasping, knowing exactly what he looked like when he got off. My already-sated body was stirring back to life again.
I listened to his heavy breathing as I rubbed my thighs together.
“That would have been better, shot all over your open thighs,” he said with an amused chuckle.
That was an image I was going to go to sleep with tonight. Maybe then I could keep the demons away.
“Probably shouldn’t have done that,” he drawled, instantly deflating me. “But I don’t give a damn. I’m not a good man, and I’m not gonna try to be. Especially not when the temptation is so fucking sweet.”
Thirty-Two
Luther
Bypassing the front door, I went around to the kitchen entrance. Fucker didn’t have a camera there. At least not one that was working. I’d had it disarmed. Pressing in his code, I listened for the lock to click, then turned the knob and stepped inside. The only cameras I could shut off were the kitchen ones. If I’d shut everything down, he’d have noticed. He’d notice these, too, if left off too long. Right now, however, Mal was busy. He’d left Lace alone at home for the afternoon while he went with Fender to look at a horse he wanted to surprise her with and I was going to take advantage of it.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I sent a text to Lace and then grinned, thinking about her face when she walked in here to find me. Last night had pushed me over any line I might have been attempting to respect. I was done trying. It wasn’t me. This was me.
I heard the softest footsteps as they neared, and anticipation at having her alone made my cock thicken. She’d been so fucking precious on the phone last night. Horny and sweet. It was a combination I hadn’t known I needed in life. But it was heady, and I wanted more.
She froze, and her eyes went wide when she appeared in the doorway.
Grinning, I studied her. A yellow sundress that hit at her knees. Nice and respectable. Damn, that just made my cock harder.
“Not gonna say hello?” I asked.
