Page 103 of Tracking Luxe

“There it is.” His laugh croaky and too pleased with himself.

Holy crap, she cried out like she was being murdered in a dank alley with a rusty shovel, coming with a full body shudder. That fucking move, it was witchcraft, once he’d discovered that was the move that got her there with his cock he used his powers for evil when she wasn’t prepared for it.

When he withdrew, just pulled out agonizingly slow, her cries turned to whimpers, Luxe shuddered, gripping the couch and he began all over again.

He did drop sweat on her back.

And he did whisper the dirtiest things she’d ever heard before, of everything he still wanted to do to her, how beautiful he thought she was taking his fuck. His voice scratchy against her cheek was the catalyst to so much more pleasure than she was prepared for.

“You’re a locked box, Luxe. But you give me this, don’t you?” he panted into her neck, both collapsed onto the couch, Luxe draped like a wilted lettuce on his lap, could only hold on while her lungs reformed somewhere inside her chest cavity, shuddering with aftershocks, and Nathan hadn’t fared any better, sweat glistened all over his hard body and he smelled like sex. She didn’t feel like a locked box, not after that third round of riding his lap fucking him for all she was worth.

The man was a machine, seriously.

“I want all your secrets,” he grunted, hands stroking down her melted spine, she cuddled in closer, wanting the touching more than anything, in such large hands it was an odd sensation to feel safe and protected...loved, even. “I want inside your head as well as this gorgeous little body. And I’ll get there, won’t I, thief? Because you’ll share more than sex with me.”

His words, even as she panicked a little, warmed her insides. She bit him there under his jaw and he grunted, gripping her ass in two hands.

Just like that her body was ready for more, aching for more and she felt him growing hard against her hip.What did she say; he was a fucking machine.

“Put that inside me and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Her biting moved onto his lips, nibbling in a coaxing tone, before he split her thighs forcing her to straddle him he was inside her in seconds. Sore muscles took him on a panted groan.

“Oh fuck...fuck...that feels...fuck, baby.” So full of a perfect man, Luxe rested their foreheads together trying to breathe, she had to agree, it felt amazing.

“I’m bare. Just. Shit. Just wanted to know how you felt… lift off, love, I’ll grab a condom.”

It wasn’t the fact he’d slid inside her without protection that was causing Luxe’s heart to have a mini seizure, she trusted him enough to not put her in danger like that and she had an IUD a while back for heavy periods, so she was covered brat-wise, it was the smile on his face. It wasn’t gloating because he was gonna get some, he wasn’t cocky .. no more than he usually looked.

He looked genuinely happy to have her there sprawled on his lap sitting on his couch in his condo.

She made him happy.

The realization was confounding. Had she ever made someone that happy before?

She could hot wire cars, steal diamonds and take things that didn’t belong to her and feel a sense of pride for her work with such confidence it bordered on biker-cocky, but affairs of the heart, and emotions, Luxe was still in grade school.

“You don’t need to,” she moaned, settling deeper on his lap. His gray eyes flared with lust and questions.

She gave him her own smile against his mouth, began rising and falling on his cock. “We already have a brood of kids, Nathan, what’s one more,sí?” she reminded him of her earlier declaration.

He laughed throatily. “Fuck me then, wife, let me pound another kid into you, to go with our other six.”

The way he said it, in jest, grinning as he did, didn’t feel so much like a joke any more, not when it caused her to wonder what they would feel like, him purposely fucking her to put a baby in her.

How caveman.

The thought tasted dirty in her mind, but now she was seeing it, how he’d work overtime to fill her full, to stuff her with his pleasure because a man like Nathan would take that job seriously, wouldn’t he?

Stop it,she chastised and began the ride with hard rolls of her hips.

“Where did you go?” he brushed hair from her face, holding her steady under the chin so she had no room to avoid his gaze. Rather than lying she told him exactly what it was distracting her and if his eyes had flared wide with no condom, his pupils were practically non-existent now.

His groan was nuclear. “Jesus fucking Christ. Don’t say that to me, Luxe, not with my cock buried in dripping heaven,Jesus. I can’t breathe.”He flattened her underneath him, yanking her thighs open he pushed them up by holding her legs under the knees, his thrusts powered.

“You asked what I was thinking!” she couldn’t fully draw on a scowl, not with how good her body was feeling, he knew just how to angle her hips to best give her the fucking she enjoyed, his tip punched a place that caused her to cry out, her neck strained, eyes closed, she held on with every perfect glide.

Hard.

Savage.