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I didn’t have time to think about what all that might be before he began to lick between my legs like a starving man, growling and pressing his face against me. The stubble from his short beard tickled where his tongue wasn’t. My entire body trembled, and my moans turned into cries as the orgasm hit me.
“Oh God! OH!” I shook, fisting the sheet in my hand, and he continued his torturous pleasure until my crest was over.
“I need this cunt, sugar.”
I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder to see his cock in his hand just before he ran the tip of it over my sensitive folds.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he stared down at what he was doing.
I sucked in a breath as he began to push the large, swollen head inside me. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were half lidded. The vulnerability in that one look made me feel powerful. I’d never felt that before. But right now, knowing it was me, my body, that made him feel like this, I felt it.
The stretch as he sank deeper in me was incredible.
“Goddamn, this tight cunt is gonna own me,” he groaned, then thrust in until I was completely full. “FUCK!” His hands tightened on my hips, and he lifted his eyes to meet mine. A whimper escaped me, and his eyes flared. “You take my cock like such a good girl.”
Those words. I whimpered again.
“You like being my good girl, don’t you?” he asked as a wicked grin curled his lips. “Doing what I tell you. Spreading these pretty legs for me.”
“Yes,” I panted.
“Fuuuck.” His growl sounded more animal than man before hebegan driving into me hard.
The bed shook beneath us, and the sound of our bodies slapping against each other filled the room.
“You make me crazy,” he panted. “This cunt is mine.”
His.
Yes. I was his.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Those words sent me into my own bliss. “Luther…” I cried out his name, and the warmth of his release began to fill me.
“GAH! Take it all, sweet baby. Take all my cum.”
I relished in it. Being full of him. Connected to him in a way I’d never been with anyone else. Pleasing him as much as he did me.
When he finished and slowly pulled out of me, I already missed him. I wanted to stay here with him like this forever.
“Come here,” he said, moving to his side and taking me with him. Surrounded by his arms. He pressed a kiss to the side of my head and sighed in contentment. “We have to get you on birth control. Now that I’ve fucked you bare and emptied my load in you, I can’t seem to stop.”
I smiled into his chest. He wanted me on birth control. There would be more of this. Of us. I was his. He’d said so.
“Okay,” I agreed.
He ran his fingers through my hair and played with it as my eyes grew heavy. At some point in my childhood, I’d given up on belief in God or heaven. But I’d been wrong. There was a heaven, and I’d found it. Right here in Luther’s arms.
Thirty-Six
Luther
Lace didn’t stir when I got out of bed. I watched her sleep peacefully as I pulled on my boxers and picked up my clothes. Taking the covers, I straightened them and bent down to kiss her cheek before taking my gun and heading for the door. She hadn’t been sleeping since leaving me, and she needed the rest. As much as I wanted to stay in bed with her, it was after nine, and I knew there was a good chance Mal would be here soon to get her. I had to handle that. How exactly, I wasn’t sure, but she belonged here. She wanted to be here.
Opening the door, I stepped into the hallway and barely had a chance for it to register that I wasn’t alone when Mal’s fist connected with my jaw. I reached up and rubbed it, glad he’d not gone for my nose.
“That’s the only one you get,” I warned him.
