Page 131 of The Endowment Effect

His mouth was back at her ear, as he hissed, “Don’t forget, you asked for this. Begged me for it.”

She nodded frantically, as if afraid he was going to stop.

He rewarded her by shoving his hand back down her panties and impaling her with two fingers.

She stiffened and moaned, leaning back as she squeezed the arms of the chair.

Her ear conveniently close to his mouth, he rasped, “You like that, Bird? You like both of my fingers inside of you?”

Responding with yet another moan and a head nod, he continued to move his fingers with an undulating fervor, imitating what they both desperately wanted elsewhere.

“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”

“Lucas.”

“Answer me,” he demanded, pausing.

“I do,” she gasped. “I really, really do.”

She was sopping wet, to the extent the noises his fingers were making, pushing their way in and out of her, were almost as much as a turn-on as the finger-fucking itself.

When he felt her on the verge of coming, his hands disappeared from her underwear, making her moan for different reasons.

Holding her upright, he ripped one side of her panties, pretending they were taunting bikini strings, and with little effort picked her up and turned her around with one arm around her waist as he pulled his cock out.

With one arm strapped behind her back, he hooked the other arm under her knee, placing it over the arm of the chair and all but dropped her onto his angry, veined shaft.

She gasped as they both paused simultaneously as he struggled to fight the most basic of primal urges to allow her time to acclimate to him. He was so deep and she was stretched so far with his arm holding her leg high, she held on to his shoulders as if afraid to move.

He couldn’t help but relish the feel of her impaled and immobile, but there was still room to go. He wanted nothing less than to be balls deep inside of her.

“Bird,” he rasped in her ear. “Breathe and let me in.”

“Trust me you’re in,” she gasped.

“Breathe.”

“There’s… no more room,” she said, tense and unmoving.

“Breathe, baby.”

He didn’t mean to let loose the endearment. That said, she made an effort, taking in a breath and releasing it as he watched with caveman-level satisfaction as he eased into her one more fucking glorious inch.

“That’s it, Bird. Feels so fucking good.”

“Please don’t move,” she blurted, her fingernails impaling his shoulders as if each inhale stretched her insides to the point of painful pleasure.

He doubted he was capable.

“Can we rock together?”

“I don’t know,” she chuckled and then frowned. “I’m afraid I might tear in two.”

“Does it hurt?”

She shook her head, her hair releasing the scent of orange blossoms into the air and making him crazy with the need to thrust. “Just so full,” she added.

“I’ll wait until you’re ready.” That might have been a lie. He didn’t think he could last much longer with both nipples poking into his chest, cold and wet from his tongue.

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