Page 108 of Tracking Luxe

“Baby. You’re going to do everything I say, okay? Touch where I tell you.”

“Sí. I will.”

“Reach down into your panties and tell me how wet you are.”

Shivers broke out and Luxe was already quaking before she could tell him her fingers slipped into her pussy easily. “So wet. It’s trickling between my legs.”

“Fuck. You know I’d spend an hour on my knees, with your legs thrown over my shoulder while I eat that sweet pussy. Eat you until you scream. Nothing tastes like you, Luxe.” His voice box so strangled she could hear him touching himself and imagining his thick fist around the equally heavy cock was driving her mad. Was he wearing those black sweatpants she loved seeing him in? The ones that hung low on his hard abs, his dick print sweats.

Everything hurt.

Everything pulsed with need.

“Nathan…”

“I know, love. I know you’re hurting for a hard fuck aren’t you? The kind where I can just slide in deep until there’s no more room and your pussy grabs the fuck right out of me. Pull on your nipples for me, like I do, make them juicy red for my mouth, you know I can’t pass up sucking on them, can I?”

“I love your mouth on me,” she told him. “Please. Tell me to touch myself … there.”

“Where do you need it? Tell me. Say the words for me.”

“My pussy.” She choked out, desperation like no other, her back arching, feeling how wet her panties were and with frustration she yanked them down and kicked them off. The sound of his commands was the closest thing to satisfaction she’d get.

“Ease your ache, rub your clit, feel it burn hot, Luxe. Feel my mouth sucking on it, groaning against the hard-little bud, Jesus, you taste incredible down my throat.” He was panting in her ear giving his own grunts.

“God.God. I need you inside me. Inside me now.”

“I’ll give you every inch, baby. Feel how I sink in, take it all, take my cock to the back. Is it tight, does it hurt a little when I fill you? do you feel me stretching you?”

“Oh, god.” Rubbing herself wildly, there was no stopping the orgasm that blasted through Luxe, it tackled her from all angles and filled her with electric heat she couldn’t breathe through. So full of pleasure the fine hairs on the back of her neck lifted listening to hisoh fucksin her ear as Nathan reached his own climax at the same time.

In her greed to feel the bliss she’d dropped her cell phone. When Luxe came back into her body she scrambled off the chair and scooped it from the floor.

“Are you still there?”

“Jesus. That felt amazing. I made a mess, love,” he laughed huskily. “Did I make you feel good?”

Feeling shy suddenly, Luxe blew the sweat strands of hair off her face, she’d definitely need another shower. “Yes, thank you.”

He laughed again. “Always my pleasure. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll call right back, okay? And we can eat dinner together.”

Damn, this man was charming her from hundreds of miles away. How was it he was there and she was here and for the first time today she didn’t feel so alone?

Her heart slammed up against her chest. “Nathan?”

“Yeah, love?”

“Is it weird that I miss you?” Please. Please.Please. She wanted to beg him. For what, she didn’t know.

“No. I miss you a fucking lot, too. I want you here in my place laying on my chest while you make me watch that shit you made me watch the other night.”

Something went soft inside her, her fingers gripping the phone, there was no stopping her smile

She agreed to wait for him, went to have a fast wash up and grab herself a sandwich before he called back. And he would, she knew that, he always did what he promised.

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Everything smelled of her; his bed, his living room, the hoodie she wore to walk around his condo in.