Page 30 of Tempt Her

He grinds his jaw, and like a hammer, he starts nailing my pussy that loves it, aches for it, and doesn’t want him ever to stop.Fuck, his dick is so huge.His muscular glutes flex under my calves, and I can feel his power everywhere. I want him everywhere. “Fuck, Stacey, fuck.” He’s losing it, and I am too.

I’m gone. With my next descent, taking him in, I hang on to him so tight… and let go.

I think I scream. I think I say his name. I know nothing but the rapture storming through my body, shaking over his, and my gaze giving this to him too, what he’s always wanted to see as he makes me come so hard before his eyes.

He can’t even speak. He just grunts as his cock throbs. He blinks again, helpless to his orgasm too, grunting again and looking in awe, in ecstasy. He’s coming inside me, and it’s something I’ve never felt, and it takes me so hard; I’m going to come again, my body begging for this not to end.

And he’s still hard. Thank god for his young, virile cock. For the way he looks down with me, praising the sight of how we’re joined.

“Look at us,” he sighs. “Look at all your creamy cum on my cock. God, you came all over my dick.”

He’s shaking my thighs again. With his sex and words and gorgeous body, I can’t stop myself. I keep grinding on him. “Fuck, Stacey. You wanna use me more?”

I can barely speak, “Yes.”

“Then come again. Fucking cover me in it, baby.” It’s right here, needing him, wanting him. Something is waking inside me. “Come on.” He guides my hips, our gaze still watching where we’re joined. Our hearts are still pounding together. “Come on. Let me serve you. Take that cock and use it. That’s it. Ride it. Grind on it.” My clit is in charge; the next quake is coming, tremors shaking my legs again in his grasp. “Come on, Stacey. Look at your pussy taking that fat cock. Your cum is all over my dick ‘cuz you love it. You’re gonna get so much cock fucking you now, making your pussy come all the time.”

That’s it. It’s all I need to hear, “Luke, yes,” because it’s true. My pussy, my heart, they pulse, clenching and throbbing at the truth inside me. It makes me come again, shaking my world over his again, waking me from my nightmare.

“Daaamn.” He holds me as I catch my breath, sweet tremors shaking my bones. Pulling my head into the crook of his shoulder, he wraps me tight around him, legs, arms, and heart. “Damn, baby, that was more than I’d thought it’d be.”

“Is that bad?” I pull back, searching his eyes, afraid he’ll regret this.

I never will. I’ll never regret knowing now how beautiful sex is supposed to be.

“No, it’s good. So good.” He nuzzles his nose to mine, getting quiet. He wants to tell me something, so I wait; I think I’d do anything for him. He’s still inside me, finally confessing, “I’m afraid when I become a Ranger, I’ll be like my dad. That I won’t come back. I’ve never told anyone, but it’s what I fear. That’s why I saw your fear too. I just wanted to share it with you. To sharethiswith you. Something I can remember.” He kisses me so deep, so long, before his deep voice lulls so tenderly, “Something I’d like to do with you again before I’m gone.”

“You’ll come back,” I assure him. “I’ll be here, so don’t worry. You’ll come back.”

For a moment, I forgot. Wrapped in Luke’s arms, my hell ceased until a ringtone shatters our connection.

“Shit. That’s Gentry.”

Fear twists my gut as I forget where I left my phone until it shouts again from the shelf with cereals and bread.

Luke sets me down, taking his warm body from inside mine. I reach for my phone, cold filling the hot void where Luke was.

My answer is cold too. “Yes.”

“What are you doing?”

Luke can hear Gentry’s smarmy voice from the device. Quickly, he pulls his pants up as I reply, “I’m in the pantry. I’m cleaning it out so they can paint it too.”

While I lie, Luke grabs my leggings, helping me step back into them as Gentry hisses, “They’re not painting the pantry, you dumb bitch. Who does that?”

The sudden growl across Luke’s face; he wants to kill him.

“Everyone does,” I calmly reply. “Organized closets and pantries are all the rage. Watch Netflix. And you paid all that money to let me organize this one; guests will want to see it. It’s impressive, but the walls are scuffed up, so they need fresh paint too.”

“Where’s that kid?” he asks. “I didn’t see him leave.”

I stare at Luke. The glow from the orgasms he gave me fades as terror dawns again across my mind.

I can’t get caught. More men than my dad will suffer. Luke will get hurt too.

“I don’t know,” I answer Gentry. “Guess he’s still working. I’m in here going through these stale spices.”

“Did he finish my office?”

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