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She was wearing my favourite kind of panties. Lace and white, pulled so tight between her pussy lips that they were slick little rose petals on a tightrope. Anything but suitable for a tennis court.
“Fuck,” I said, and she bit my lip. She bit my lip and pulled tight, and I growled, pulling that tightrope a damn sight tighter.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me hard, Lucas.”
“My fucking pleasure,” I said, and dragged that horny little bitch on upstairs where she belonged.Chapter NineAnnaI was done for. Scrambled by everything but the pure need for that asshole’s perfect form. Senseless. Stupid. But, for the first time in years, not damn soulless.
My mouth wouldn’t leave his as he bundled me upstairs. He’d torn me out of my t-shirt and shorts before we’d made it even halfway up, but I was just as unstoppable, ripping him from his clothes like a shredder. I was crazy for the sweat on his skin, and he shared the insanity, lapping it up from between my tits and ploughing his tongue back in my mouth with the salt fresh for the tasting.
We were a tornado of limbs and kisses, and this time he was even more primal as he wrenched me from my feet and threw me onto his bed. I landed with a bounce, and he was straight on top, his dick grinding so fiercely against the wetness between my thighs that I was panting just as hard as on the tennis court.
“Yes!” I hissed, and he knew it. He knew the fucking spot and worked it hard.
I tried to buck and grind, but he had me pinned. In control and loving it, eyes so raw on mine that I could feel the heat of him.
“Dirty little tease,” he growled, and his voice gave me shivers. “Playing me like a horny bitch with those filthy wet panties.”
I’d known it. I may not even have admitted it to myself, but I’d known it when I’d sought that tiny white thong out of my top drawer and slipped it on before my tennis shorts.
My legs were spread wide and his cock was ploughing hard against the criminal lace, bunching the fabric so tight against my clit that I was moaning like a slut beyond all reason. I barely even recognised my own voice.
Fuck me, Lucas. Please, fuck me. Please!
But he didn’t. He kept grinding, dick straining hard, and he held me bound at his mercy. My wrists were clenched in his and my head tipped back as I squirmed underneath his weight and I was coming. It was loud. Desperate. Needy.
So fucking needy.
And holy shit, how those thrills kept on coming.
He shoved me further across the bed before I’d even come down from the first explosion, mouth hot and hungry, sucking my clit through wet lace with grunts from the back of his throat. My hands took his head and got my comeback for his bondage, holding him so tight that he could have suffocated and I wouldn’t have fucking cared.
Good. I’d have suffocated him gladly.
But not today.
He didn’t pull my thong to the side, just made me explode a second time with his mouth sucking hard through the fabric.
I knew he would.
Wants and needs don’t change with time. Not even a decade.
His weakness was still dirty knickers, and my weakness was still… him.
My weakness was him.
Screw the universe, but my weakness was Lucas Pierce and his filthy prowess.
I had to tip my head to the side and pin my lip between my teeth as he shoved his fingers inside me. I could hear the squelching, and hear his breaths, and once again I knew what was coming. He thrust inside deeper and twisted his hand.
“Let’s make these nice and wet,” he barked, and I gasped out a yes, wanting it too.
It was his pinkie finger that pushed its way into my ass first. I gripped the bedsheets under me on the in and out, still feeling the tightness of my thong tugged to the side. The second finger was a nice stretch. I clenched and moaned, clit still fluttering, but he didn’t let up, working them back and forth like the same fucking professional he’d always been.
“Spread those legs for me,” he said, and I did. I raised them wider and used them to lift my butt from the bed, just like he wanted me to and before he said it. “Good girl,” he grunted, and it made me burn up even brighter.
I whimpered at his depth as he pushed those fingers deep, but I could take it. That animal instinct took over and I was moving with him, seeking out more.
“I’m going to fuck your dirty ass,” he told me. “If I wasn’t so totally consumed by that sweet little cunt of yours yesterday, I’d have claimed it already.”
