Page 50 of The Burn List
Our mouths fuse and I need closer.
I fist her hair to anchor her in place, ravaging her mouth.
She unbuckles the belt of my pants, her fingers no longer hesitant like the first time, but sure and confident. She reaches into my boxer briefs and my cock strains.
I break the kiss, gripping her fingers to stop her.
In confusion, her brown eyes meet mine.
Chest squeezing with unnamed emotions I shake my head. “You can’t touch me right now. Just let me inside.”
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Abby
Idrop my hand. Lukas’s dark, intense gaze stares down at me, making my heart pound so hard it might burst from my chest. Tucked into the elastic of my stockings, I pull out a condom and press it into his hand.
Everything’s turned silent between us. The air is heavy with desire, and something else I can’t quite name. Without a word, he lifts me up on the tool bench, sheathes himself and drives into me with such force it takes my breath away.
My head drops back as my body clamps around his welcome invasion.
“Don’t come yet.” His voice is strained, hoarse.
Every nerve on fire, my body screams for release. I’ve been on edge so long, and I’m so ready. I promise a meager, “I’ll try.”
He moans. “So, hot and tight and wet.”
My back bows as I meet his thrusts. His strokes are hard and sure, driving me crazy. I cry out when his cock drags along an exquisitely pleasurable spot.
“Do not come, Abby.” His demand only makes me more desperate. More needy.
I fight the impending orgasm.
He slows his rhythm.
The frantic inevitability abates but I tingle all over, poised on the very edge of exploding. It’s the most delicious feeling.
He grinds his hips, catching my clit. I pull him close, wrapping my arms around his waist, digging my nails into his ass.
I tighten around his shaft.
He stills. “Not yet. Jesus, your cunt feels good.”
I throb. Pulse. On the brink of climax, he fills me and I will my body to calm.
The sound of our ragged breathing fills the small room.
I plead, “Lukas.”
Something dark and untamed passes across his face.
He slams into me with one brutal thrust.
A cry rips from my throat. I’m invaded. Possessed. Utterly claimed. And I love every second of it.
He grips the back of my neck. “Watch.”
I shift my attention off his face to stare down at him plunging deep inside me.
