Page 29 of Tempt Her

Icould listen to my head, to the rules echoing in my mind that I’m married and shouldn’t be doing this.

I shouldn’t be wrapping my leg around Luke’s waist, opening more than sex to him. I’m opening my life. I want him inside, helping me wreck my brutal prison into dust in the most satisfying way.

Because looking down at Luke’s hard body, at the tattoo under his heart that says something, I can’t tell what, but what seizes my stare is the biggest dick I’ve seen in person. I almost can’t rip my eyes away from it, but then they lift to his big green eyes searching mine, andI’m not married.

I’m contractually obligated to another man who hates me. Who uses me. Who doesn’t honor the vows we made. I don’t think he ever showed me an ounce of respect or care, much less kindness or passion.

I want this. I need this. Loneliness aches so deep in my body like the flu. Lust has me starving for human touch. The vibrations of the biggest orgasm his fingers gave me still hum through my sex, and I’m ravenous for more.

“Let me,” he sighs, steaming over my ear while his hulking arm hooks under my leg. He lifts my other leg as I wrap my arms around his neck.

He’s so damn strong, stepping our bodies away from the shelves; he doesn’t need support. It’s like my weight is nothing to him. But the look in his eyes as he presses his forehead to mine while the tip of his fat crown kisses my entrance; it means something to him.

To me too.

If I’m going to break my vows. If this is a sin, then let it be with a sweet man with a heart of gold worth losing it all for.

And the touch of him waiting to take me, to satisfy my maddening ache; my heart is screaming for his entrance, to have this feeling once.

“Okay,” I whisper. Nerves hit me like I’m a virgin because this is the first time. “Fuck me, Luke.” This is my first time feeling this much care, desire, and freedom to express it. I get louder. Bolder. “Serve me. Fuck me as hard as you can until you make me come on your cock and scream your name.”

“Fuuuuck, Stacey.” He shudders as I slowly relax my knees, letting his tip glossed with my lust, urge inside.

“Oh god,” I gasp at how he stretches me, how it stings and feels so damn good. “God, Luke, you’re huge,” I sigh.

He groans, “Don’t say that.” He’s not smiling. “You talk like that, and I’ll lose control. Let me control this. Let me fuck you so I don’t come too fast.”

Our foreheads press. Our eyes meet. His big hands grab my hips, and yes, he’s been training but not for this, and it doesn’t matter. His biceps, legs, and hips respond to what he demands of his body. And of mine. With a strong thrust of his cock, he guides my pussy down as I sink tight around his thick shaft.

“Oh god,” I groan. He’s everywhere; pleasure firing in my nerves from my fingertips to my scalp to my toes as he storms my core, filling me with sensations that own my senses, that dominate my clit. It’s never felt like this. It’s never felt this good. “Oh my god, Luke.”

I want to cry at all I’ve missed. At all the pain I’ve felt and time I’ve lost. At all Luke’s making me feel now.

This is how it’s supposed to feel.

It’s like my body sings at his arrival. My pussy is on her knees and praising his mass as his deep thrusts don’t stop; she wants it all.Iwant it all. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I rasp.

My eyes want to roll back, but I hold his gaze, enraptured by his parted lips. His eyes are transfixed, and his shoulders are quivering; he looks just as trapped in this pleasure as I am.

“Stacey, careful. You feel so fucking good; I’m gonna come.”

“Come,” I tell him. “I want you to do it inside me.”

“Not without you.”

“I’m so close.”

It’s right here. It’s been waiting for so long. Hiding and starving, and now it’s raging to come out. It’s happening so fast, too fast, and I can’t control it.

He’s too beautiful, big, and warm; not one inch of him isn’t serving me. Waiting for me. Giving me pleasure. He’s not taking. He’s giving me everything he has to the point that it’s shaking his massive thighs.

“Luke, I’m gonna come. Just fuck me harder and tell me. Tell me how good it feels for you too.”

“Hang on.” He lifts my hips, dragging my walls up his shaft. Oh god, he’s going to unleash his strength, and I’m ready. I’msoready. “Hang on,”—his molars clench—“while I fuck you so goddamn hard.”

Slam! He yanks me back down his mass, and I gasp, my clit smacking against his base. “Use me. Use this fucking cock until I make you come on it.” Slam! He does it again, and stars dot my vision at the fire coming, blazing across my sex; I have no control. “Look at me. Look at me, Stacey.”

“Oh, god.” He does it again, grabbing my hips and pounding inside me. My breath escapes as he fills me with more than I knew possible. I’m so close. “Luke,” I tell him.

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