Page 102 of Tracking Luxe

Sheenjoyedthis, eyes on him, she let him watch as she took him in and in as much as she could fit, her fist doing the rest of the work. “Baby … shit. That’s good.”

“I missed that noise you make. And I want you to do what you said, Nathan, push me over the couch and fuck me like a starved animal,” another tongue swipe. “But first I need to do this.”Oh, fuck, oh, god, she loved his taste. He was above average, that long thick veined length he held by the base in his fist guiding himself back into her open lips, the head turning purple with a little gorgeous leak she licked away. Even his long, tapered masculine fingers couldn’t quite meet around the thickness.

“You want this cock?” he asked husky tapping her lips with the tip, she slashed out her tongue and licked him, captured and sucked before he pulled free. “Open up then, love. Gonna fuck that tongue until you know how much I missed you, and how this cock only wants to be inside you, not a bar chick, not any other chick.”

Luxe latched on, no teasing this time, she caught purchase, hands resting on the back of his thighs. “Oh fuck,fuck, baby.”

He cursed and began thrust over and over without a break, chanting her name like a prayer, finding and keeping to a steady, unhurried rhythm that she soon, miraculously, got used to, jaw stretched, she gloried in the feel and taste of him.

“That’s enough,” lifting her under the armpits, he was panting from his nose, she’d wanted to make him lose his mind and she had for a minute, he seemed to have other ideas, grasping her chin he directed her head back and slammed a kiss down on her mouth. The kiss was him staking a claim with a savage command that she surrender under, she did embarrassingly easy.

He ate at her lips, slowly and thoroughly until she felt needier than ever, until the need was a living breathing ache under her skin. Sex had never dictated her life until him. She pulled at his ropey arms to bring him closer, pushing the cut off his shoulders, dragging at his thin cotton T-shirt covering what she was desperate to get at.

“Gonna show you now, love, what it means to me that you came to your man first, then you tell me in words dropping off that dirty, dick-sucking tongue just how you missed me. I want to hear I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

You are. You already are the best.

He paired his commanded whisper with his hand around her nape, leading her to the couch.

Hooo, boy. He was going to bend her over it.

She stilled, focusing her desire filled eyes on him, feeling a little dizzy from the blast of the horny-desire looking back at her. “Are you my man?”

“Of fucking course, I am,” his declaration was so damn sure she inhaled hard. “Now hold on, you’re gonna get your wild man now.”

So, she had a man… her sexual organs tightened. Primed ready for him to be inside her at long last.

“I’ve never wanted another woman the way I crave you. You gotta know that, Luxe. This isn’t superficial level. It goes deeper than anything I’ve felt before, all the way to my bones.”

He dispersed with her clothes like they hadn’t even existed on her body at all.

Needy.

Grabby.

She bent over, eager. The thick tip of him probe, her mewl tried to coax him in.

“Who’s the one who gives you cock-orgasms, baby?”

She panted. “You. God.Dios. You.”

“Damn right it’s only me who knows how to dig in hard and deep and get you off. Only ever fucking me, you understand?”

“Yes, only you. Only my man.”

One harsh push and he was seated inside.

And then Nathanreallydug in. Both groaned together, the pleasure immeasurable.

His staccato thrusts pushed her face into the couch, it smelled like it had been cleaned only recently, some rich, tangy lemon scent. “Work your little clit,” rough voice, strained, each lunge powered deeper than the last, it was too much, altogether too much, if she touched herself she’d launch into orbit.

“Too much.” She moaned hoping he’d understand because real long words and full sentences were a thing of the past since Nathan had put his dick inside of her. Luxe felt the weight of him on her back as he leaned over and bit her on the ass, she squealed liking it, hoping for a second. “I like watching you touch yourself, baby. I like your fingers grazing against my dick while I’m shoving it inside you when you’re hastily trying to rub an orgasm out. Fuck, so gorgeous, aren’t you? Jesus. Mine and gorgeous.”

His speed increased.

The couch began to groan, if it broke it was his fault, she was a sacrificial victim draped over it with her ass in the air being fucked so good she was seeing Jesus. Fingers went where he wanted them, deliberately caressing where they joined, they moaned together. “God, yes. Luxe, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Her body gathered, there was no stopping the effect he had on her, she would come several times and still want more by the end of the night no matter how tired she was.

Fingers clenched on her hips, and he gave her one of her favorite moves by slamming inside her so deep so slow then he stilled buried to the hilt, almost to the point of pain from being filled so full.