Page 140 of Things We Left Behind
The orgasm detonated inside me, ripping through my body and annihilating everything that had ever existed before Lucian’s cock entered me. I rippled, convulsed, writhed around him, clinging to him with nails and teeth as colors burst behind my eyelids like an erotic fireworks display.
Every inch of me from my glittery toenails to the roots of my hair participated in the ecstasy.
This wasn’t the best orgasm of my life. Because this wasn’t an orgasm. This was a life-altering religious experience. It rolled on and on, wave after wave of pleasure.
I was trembling from the aftershocks, each one more satisfying than any orgasm I’d ever had in my entire sexual career.
“You just came on my cock.”
I pried one eye open to peer into his unfairly handsome face. He looked smug, as to be expected. But there was something else there. Wonder? Awe? Possession?
“I did not. You’re mistaken,” I panted. My throat hurt, which I found odd. Was I coming down with something? Had Lucian’s giant penis thrust so far into my body that I got a sore throat?
“You just screamed ‘Lucian, I’m coming’ loud enough that I’m probably going to have to call down to security to assure them everything is fine.”
That explained the sore throat.
“Well, that was fun and all. I think I’ll go back down to the bar and—”
Lucian showed me exactly what he thought of that empty threat by sealing his mouth over mine and driving into the very depths of me.
His long, hard body pressed mine deeper into the mattress as he thrust with expert precision. Even now, he was so controlled, and I felt like I was spinning off into space.
I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Stop treating me like I’m going to break.”
He stilled, another annoying display of willpower.
“Believe it or not, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Unless you hit me in the eye with that nightstick between your legs, you’re not going to hurt me. You’ve got this one night to fuck me any way you want me. Don’t waste it being some gentle giant.”
“Sloane.”
He packed quite the ominous warning into my name. But there was a spark, a question in those liquid silver eyes.
“Lucian.” I gripped his face in my hands and dug my heels into his firm butt cheeks. “I want you to take mehard.” It was what I needed. What he needed. If we were really going to get this out of our systems, we had to do it the right way.
I felt the involuntary twitch of his cock inside me. He wanted it too.
“I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” I added.
“Promise?” The question was a gravelly rasp.
“I promise. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
The man delivered.
He rose up on his knees, gripped my ass with his palms, and unleashed the beast within.
My body accepted his brutally beautiful thrusts with something that felt like joy, which made absolutely no sense. There was something in his eyes that didn’t match the grim set of his jaw. Something softer, brighter.
I ignored it and shifted my legs restlessly as a warmth started to build in my core.
Reading my mind, Lucian hooked my ankles over his shoulders and bent me in half.
I was pinned. Conquered. Completely at his mercy. And Ilovedit.
Sweat slicked our skin as our eyes met and locked as his body pumped into mine.
