AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“We don’t have to…”
“I want to.” Lucy nuzzles my throat, humming, and Christ, that’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Memory bank hall of fame. “If you want to, I do too.”
Ha!
What a question. As if my gut is not already cramping with the need to be inside her.
“I’m going to be good to you.” My muscles shake as I lower down, rocking harder against her. Getting good and slick. But I’m not shaking because I’m tired, not with all this adrenaline coursing through my system—no, I’m nervous. This is it.
“Don’t listen to the gossips, Luce. I’m going to love you so fucking much that we’ll be a boring married couple to them. They’ll lose interest in us completely, because we’re so stupid in love with each other.”
She laughs weakly, winding her arms around my neck. “I know.”
When I nudge at her entrance, we both hold our breath.
And when I sink inside the first inch, we let out twin groans.
So tight. So hot. So slick and hungry, sucking me deeper, even as her body strains to adjust. Lucy whimpers and keens and shifts beneath me on the sofa, her glossy hair spread over the cushions. Over in the fireplace, the flames pop and crackle.
“Tight,” I mutter, sweat beading my forehead.
“Virgin,” she says. “Remember?”
As if I could forget. And this is both a huge, life-changing gift and a hell of a lot of pressure, so my focus arrows down on Lucy’s face as I thrust gently, working my way deeper.
I’llneverhurt her. Not now, not ever.
But apparently Lucy has less patience than I do, because after several long, slow thrusts, she huffs and yanks me deeper with her heels. Her hips rock, and that blush spreads, and her eyes flutter half-closed.
Lucy’s moans are the best thing I’ve ever heard.
Wedged halfway inside her, it feels like angels should be singing. Tooting hard on their heavenly trumpets, celebrating the best goddamn day of my life. Ofanyman’s life.
Gritting my teeth, I press deeper.
In.
Out.
Slowly. Gently.
Letting her body adjust and her breaths get heavy. I work my girl open until she’s rolling her hips up to meet mine, and I’m burrowing all the way deep with each thrust, teeth clacking together as the sofa creaks.
Poor Leo. I’ll confess tomorrow and buy him new furniture. He’ll probably change the locks, but it’s worth it.
“Darius, I—hngh.”
I lick a stripe up Lucy’s throat. Her skin is salty with sweat.
Delicious.
Love when she says my name. Love when her eyes roll back and she loses her train of thought, too busy working herself on my shaft.
“D–Darius,” she tries again, face creasing as I thrust harder, pounding her into the sofa cushions. “Shit.Yes.Like that. Just like that. Oh, god.”
As my lady wishes.
Lucy is so perfect like this, shameless and wild. With her tits jiggling and her mouth swollen from my kisses, her eyes bright and hair mussed. No one else sees this side of her, only me, and that makes the beast in my chest roar in triumph.
