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He straightened again, running his hands down my back. His knee nudged the inside of my leg, forcing me to spread my knees. “Last chance,” he said.
Or what?I wondered with euphoric anticipation.
With my legs spread apart, Lachlan had full access, and he brought his hand around the front of my pussy again, immediately finding my throbbing clit. He pinched it between two fingers with devastatingly perfect pressure and rubbed it up and down. I made moaning, panting sounds, focusing all my attention on the twisting tension that mounted from his hands. It was all I could do to stay still and not move my hips against him.
“Very good, Laurel,” he said, leaning over me with one arm braced on the bed and the other driving me closer to the brink of orgasm.
I started to panic again. My hands gripped the sheets, and I shook my head.
Smack.
I gasped and jolted up. That smack had been harder than the others. But Lachlan immediately smoothed a hand over the raw spot. “Strike three, Miss Brook.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “I suppose you leave me no choice.”
I sent him a questioning look over my shoulder. He leaned around me, and his lips pressed a soft, lingering kiss to mine. Against my mouth, he murmured, “I’m going to have to fuck you like you deserve.”
I moaned into his mouth, and then his cock was up against the entrance of my heat, pressing and dipping tauntingly.
Lachlan kissed me again, soft and gentle. He broke character to whisper, “But you can stop me anytime. Yes?”
“I want you,” I panted.
I felt his smile against my mouth. “You have me.”
Thirteen
Lachlan
I’d played erotic games before, but nothing this intoxicating. Laurel was pure perfection. Her playfulness, her timid desire to experience and learn, thesoundsshe made. My God, I’d never heard anything like her. Little panting moans, unbridled, unpracticed gasps of pleasure. There was no pretense, no overly rehearsed “sexy” show for her to put on for me when I touched her.
She felt and reacted. Every second of it was genuine, and being with her was like hitting my veins with heroine. I was high on her, and I didn’t know if I could ever come down from it.
And then herbody. Fucking hell. Her body was made to be cherished. Laurel had skin smooth as cashmere, but along her hips and the sides of her breasts, deeply etched, silver stretch marks gilded the curves of her body like diamond dust. I loved it. I wanted to lick them and feel the texture, but she was already so self-conscious, I knew I had to go slowly.
With her round, perky ass on display in front of me, and her arms stretched out in front of her, she held my gaze over her shoulder expectantly.
Can’t orgasm,I thought with a twinge of incredulity.Bull-fucking-shit. What an absolute load of tripe.I couldn’t believe she’d gone her entire twenty-four years believing a blatant lie, whether it had been told to her by herself or told to her by her dickwad ex. I vowed there and then to prove to her over and over that her body was fantasy made real. Every silky centimeter of her body under my fingers felt like heaven.
And God, did my cock know that. It twitched painfully, because as fun as it was to ratchet up the goddess in front of me, it had been ages since I’d been this turned on. No, I’dneverbeen this turned on. It was physically painful.
And miracle of miracles, she had asked me to fuck her.
I grasped her hips, wide, yes, and plump, but mother of God, was her ass perfect. It snatched up to her waist where her generous breasts flared back out again, and I was absolutely certain a more perfect woman had never been made.
She moaned when I touched her, and it nearly undid me.Slowly, I thought with gritted teeth.It’s been a while for both of us. Take it slow.
I fitted the head of my cock against her warm pussy, and my hands shook from the effort to keep from burying the full length of my erection inside of her. Laurel moaned again, stretching her arms out and resting her head against the white sheets.
Like a goddamn prayer.
Her light brown hair, highlighted with burnished hints of sunshine and caramel, slid over her shoulder blades and swirled around her face as she tucked her chin down.
I’d worked her up again, and I could feel how slick she was with need. I licked my lips, tasting her and marveling at how perfectly delectable she’d been. Maybe donuts and s’mores were the secret to cunnilingus Nirvana.
I pushed forward, and as the tip of my cock sank inside of her, Laurel’s breathing picked up again.
I swallowed hard, trying to focus on her. If I focused on her, then I might keep myself from literally blowing this whole operation. I reached my fingers around to her front, wrapping her perfectly sized waist in an iron hold as I found her clit.
I pushed forward again, pinching the bud between my first and middle fingers. She groaned, and it ended in a gasp.
