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“We need each other, D,” he whispers back between kisses to the skin beneath my ear. My hand slides up behind his head, pulling him back down to my lips. Licking my bottom lip, he plants another kiss before muttering, “I need you.”
A ripple of pleasure sweeps through me at the idea that I created that hardness that's now pressing into the crease of my ass. That simply kissing me in this passionate, possessive way gets him to the point of eruption.
He pulls back from another kiss, resting his forehead against my temple, and a crease forms between his brows as pain overcomes him.
“I can't do this alone.”
The sentence hits me like a brick to my stomach, sucking all the air from my lungs.
Alone?
What he's referring to, I'm not even sure, but the rawness in his tone has me straightening, proving my strength, making sure I do whatever it takes to hold him together until he knows he'll never be alone again.
All it takes is our eyes meeting and one simple shake of my head to let him know that truth before the floodgates open, releasing us to the lust that drives us.
Patience is an idea of the past. Lake grabs the lace of my thong, but in attempting to roll it down in a hurry, he gets frustrated and rips it apart. I wish I could say I didn’t care, but dammit, thongs are hard to keep around here.
Lake doesn't stop kissing me as he quickly fumbles behind me, the need to connect becoming a maddening race. Pulling his sweats down his toned core and hips with one hand, I feel the thick head of him at my throbbing entrance as he hisses through his teeth at the sensitive sensation.
Quickly and forcefully, he runs himself along my slit, coating himself in my arousal before pushing into me, sinking deeper and deeper. Breathy cries leave my throat as I stretch to accommodate him. My hands fall before me, fingers gripping the papers and bills, clutching anything and everything to keep me tethered to this earth.
I fall forward, my sweatshirt sliding up my abdomen as he rolls his hips against my backside, crashing into me while heavy breaths fall from his lips.
Our sex is everything our kiss wasn't. It's fast, it's forceful, it's rushed, it's relentless.
With palms flat against the surface, I stand on my tiptoes, angling myself for Lake as he drives into me uninhibited and wild, causing my lashes to flutter and tears to spill at the pure force and intensity. Waves of euphoric pleasure roll down my spine as his strong fingers claw into the flesh of my hips, his muscular thighs slamming into mine.
A strained growl escapes his throat, and I feel him harden even more inside me. His strokes come quicker, forcing the air from my lungs in gasps as I cling to a fistful of the scattered papers beneath me.
Our sex is hurried. It's a scramble of need in the most erotic, primal connection. As if it's the only thing left to tame that insatiable lust smoldering between us.
“Say my name, Dylan,” he growls. “Scream it.”
“Lake,” I whimper, reaching back to touch his taut abdomen, attempting to stall his motions as my thighs tremble against him.
It's coming. I'm about to break.
He must feel me tightening because he grabs my arm by the wrist, twisting it behind my back as his other hand slides up my spine until it reaches the crook of my neck, anchoring himself.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunts, tightening his grip, clawing into my collarbone as he pins me down to the surface beneath me.
He thrusts into me with his thick, long cock like a savage, claiming me as his. Harder, deeper, chasing his own sweet release. Echoes of moans escape me as his thumb circles around, holding me down against this table by the neck and forcing me to take what he's giving me.
“Say it’s us,” he whispers through the gasps of air leaving his lungs.
I close my eyes tightly at the sentimental words during an act so vulgar, and I feel myself fall over that crest. My spine arches and I push back into him as I quiver and pulsate through my release. Noises leave my throat that I've never heard before, while my cheek roughly rubs against the wooden table beneath me as he continues to ride out my orgasm with unyielding thrusts.
Euphoric gratification overtakes me, and my body explodes with a crippling type of ecstasy I've never experienced. The raw, primal, inescapable pleasure of being taken by a man so crudely.
I feel him pull out, and warmth spills along the curve of my ass as his raspy breaths expel in the sexiest echoes of his release. He drops his forehead to the middle of my back, still holding onto my shoulder as we both attempt to catch our breath and return to our bodies.
“Fuck,” he breathes, pausing for a moment to collect himself.
He grabs the edge of my sweatshirt, helping me to remove the now soiled article of clothing, leaving only my sports bra. Cleaning me off with it, he helps me upright. When I turn to face him, adjusting my pants back over my hips, half-lidded eyes find mine.
He pulls me against him, my chest to his, and leans down to kiss me. This time, it's gentle. Kissing every arch, every curve, every crease in and around my lips, he claims me all over again with his mouth.
Leaning back, he stares down at me.
