Page 26 of Bouquets and Buckles
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” In between the buzzing in my ears and the thundering pulse in my neck, I’m being manhandled once more.
Luke flips us so that he’s sitting up and has me in his lap. I’m dimly aware that my arms hook to drape around his neck while letting him maneuver my body, and I don’t fucking care.
He can have whatever he wants.
“Mmmmfuck. Don’t tempt me with wanting to keep you, sweetheart.” He sinks our mouths together at the same time as impaling me on his fat cock. I’m such a wet and swollen mess after having him eat me until I can’t even think straight that he slides in so fucking deep, stretching me perfectly around him.
All I can do is cling to his neck and whimper into his mouth. Everything turns to bright sparks and unfathomable pleasure. The material of his shirt drags against my hard nipples, and my clit brushes up against his lower stomach.
“God. You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.” He pinches my bottom lip between his teeth, fucking up into me, while my body burns hot and blazing for him. “Give me those tits.”
With calloused, big palms, he cups my breasts. Pinching and squeezing my nipples while dipping his head to suck and swirl his tongue everywhere.
My fingers dig into his unruly hair, and I keep clinging to him. Holding him there with my head dropped back and eyes squeezed shut.
“Oh god. Oh god.” I can feel it. The liquid feeling starts to flow up from my toes, and it’s so good but so much, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
“Milk my cock. That’s it. Just like that.” Luke grunts against my breasts, still lavishing them with attention in a way that feels like he knows every single key to unraveling my body.
“I’m gonna have you wrapped around me until morning. I don’t wanna stop fucking you, it feels too good to stop.”
“I can’t, Luke. It’s too much.” Already, the wave rushes in, preparing to carry me off somewhere into the deepest waters.
“You can. Look at you. Taking me like a fucking dream.” He slides his hand between us, and his thrusts grow more erratic.
My clit is so sensitive, I feel like there’s no way. Not again. Not so soon. It’s impossible…
“God, you squeeze me so tight. That’s it, beautiful, come for me. Steal every last drop out of me. It’s all fucking yours.” His teeth tug on my nipple, just as his thumb finds my clit, and I dissolve. This time, I go blank. The roaring sensation curls through me and sweeps me up in a darkened cloak, where I lose touch with my senses for a moment.
When I come back into my body, our mouths are desperate and hungry, locked in an intense fusion. The taste of myself on Luke as he slides our tongues together is so damn hot I can hardly breathe. He’s buried deep inside me, unloading, pulsing.Holding me so tight against him, it feels like we’re both coming for an eternity.
“Jesus. Fuck.” Panting against my mouth, Luke’s groan is so primal it reaches into my chest and plants itself there.
It’s the kind of noise that makes me never want to stop this with him. That tempts me to forget everything about who this man is to me, the complexities of how our lives are intertwined, and to throw caution to the wind.
How could anything else ever be this good?
“You make me crazy, you know that? This pussy…” He’s so strong, lifting us easily and tumbling me onto my back.
With a hiss, he pulls out, but has a look on his face that tells me he’s still not satisfied.
“Oh my god, Luke… No. I can’t.” My hands push at his head as he falls over me. Kissing and licking a trail down my body. There’s no way in hell. I’m so out of my head with too much pleasure, too soon. A thundering torrent of emotion and overstimulation pours through me, unrelenting, beating frantically through my veins.
“Lie still.” He stares up at me with hooded, darkened eyes from just above my pussy.
I’m still trying to push him away. Trying to inch up the couch, close my legs, and escape whatever he’s got planned for me next.
“No more. I can’t take any more.”
His palms are scalding hot against my knees. Pinning me in place.
“You were begging for my cock not long ago.” He hovers over my pussy with his mouth, trapping me with those dark eyes, and spreads my legs wide for his inspection.
“This is too much,” I whine, although even as I say the words, my fingers clench in his hair. Maybe I’m tugging him closer. Maybe I’m pushing him away. Maybe I’m just a total slut for this cowboy.
“Look at you. Leaking my cum.” His gaze drifts down, and I can feel the slickness of him at my entrance. It’s almost unbearable, having him so close, watching in rapt fascination at the evidence of both of us gathering there. Of the fact he’s made a complete mess of me, and yet can’t seem to get enough of being wedged between my thighs.
“Let me look after you.” It’s a quiet, gravelly murmur. Words that in such a voice, rumble right through me and drop deep into my chest. Latching onto something that had been floating around untethered for so long.