7. Luke #2
“Fuck,” I growled. My hand covered the back of her head, fingers tangled with her dark tresses.
She opened wider, struggling with my girth but determined to take more of me.
I forced my eyes open to watch the show.
Shit, she was a sight to behold. If I let her do any more, this whole fucking thig would end before it really got started.
And fuck that if I was going to nut in her mouth.
Not the first time.
Not when my seed already painted her skin.
No. I needed to watch my cum slip out from between her thighs.
Something snapped inside of me, and I stepped back.
Hating and loving the dirty sight it created.
Saliva strings connected from my woman’s mouth to my cock, and she whimpered like I’d fucking taken away her favorite toy.
“Luke.” She pouted, but I shook my head. Lifting her up, I turned her back around and pushed her gently against the entrance table that sat under the mirror.
“You liked sucking your man, baby?”
“Yes.” She nodded, her lips swollen and plump.
“You’re incredible at it. Too good.” I winked, and she preened. “I think we both know it’s time for more,” I mumbled.
Taking the hint, both our hands made quick work of lifting her skirt as she bent forward. Her panties were already shredded thanks to what we’d done in the lot, and when I looked at her, my mouth watered for another taste.
“Fuck it,” I growled, leaning forward, needing her sugary essence coating my tongue while I fucked her.
“Shit,” she hissed. “Yes! Right there!” she cried, clenching the table, arching her ass for me, opening her legs wider.
“I’m too close, Luke…” Her voice cracked.
“Please, baby, fuck me,” she pleaded so fucking desperately, so damn beautifully, there was nothing else I could do but give into her every whim.
“I need…I need you,” she breathlessly begged.
It snapped me into action. Standing up to my full height, holding my cock in my hand, I lined it up with her dewy entrance.
“Look at how wet you are,” I rasped.
“Please,” she almost growled, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I was a fucking bastard. I didn’t dare look down at where we were almost connected.
“Luke,” she gasped.
“Tell me.” Sweat beaded at my forehead as she arched her back, lifting that pussy closer to my mushroom tip.
“I’m yours,” she huffed. With an arrogant smile on my face, one of a very proud male getting what he wanted, I thrust inside of her. Deep. In one long motion. She moaned with pleasure, and my balls drew up tighter. I was shocked and impressed with myself that I didn’t come right then and there.
I loved the soft hungry sounds she made.
Her tight little snatch molded and stretched around me, gripping me like a glove. Glancing down at where we were connected, I wished I had my phone to take a picture to commemorate the moment and add it to the pile of other pictures I’d taken of her.
“Fuck!” she cursed. Her head dropped as her ass tipped higher, somehow taking me just a little deeper. I stayed still. As much as I wanted to jack hammer into her, I would never risk hurting her.
“Too much?” I breathed through my mouth. Sweat started to roll down my neck.
“No.” Her head shook. “Just…” she started to say but stopped. My hand soothed her back, and when I started to pull back, she covered my hand on her hip and squeezed. “Stay,” she breathed. “Please.”
“Not if?—“
“It doesn’t hurt.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Just… it’s so good. I’m so full.” Fucking hell, her words went to my head. With one hand at the middle of her back, pressing it down, while the other cupped her hip, I started to move. In and out.
As slowly and carefully as I could manage, I worked my cock in and out of her body, fucking her, loving her as gently as I could, but when she started to throw her ass back, meeting me thrust for thrust, I knew my girl needed more.
“Harder?” I panted, unable to string two words together. Thankfully, she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as me since she grunted while nodding.
We started to move faster. In sync, our bodies found a rhythm of their own. The living room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and bodies slapping together. Quicker and quicker.
“Babe,” I growled, sweat coating both our bodies. I covered her back with my front, loving the way her bare skin felt against mine. I reached between us to find that swollen bundle of nerves.
“Luke!” she squeaked, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Look in the mirror, baby,” I panted. “Look at us. Look how fucking right we are together.” Fuck, the sight was something to behold.
“Baby,” she whined, and when our eyes connected, I started to rub her clit in circles. “Like that. Just like that.” Her lips parted, eyes widened, and I felt it before she made a sound.
Her body spasmed around my cock, pulling me in deeper, milking my cum from my balls. But I didn’t let go. Not until my name was on her mouth so fucking loud I didn’t care if the neighbors heard. With a hand around her neck, holding her body pressed against mine, I came.
My ass clenched taut as ribbon after ribbon erupted and flooded her pussy while my lips pressed against the side of her face.
Slowly panting, trying to catch my breath, I looked at our reflection.
We were both sweaty, our hair disheveled.
The dress still clung to her waist, but she was topless as she leaned against me, trusting me to hold her up, unworried
“Wow,” she breathed with a satisfied smile as she rested against my chest. “That was… I didn’t know it…” She swallowed, trying to catch her breath. “I didn’t know it could be like that.” A smile I knew I would never forget graced her face.
“Me either, Cookie.” I pressed my lips against her temple and kissed her before I stepped back.
The soft gasp of losing me would echo in my head for the rest of my life.
I bent and picked my shirt off the ground before lifting her up like a groom would his bride and carried her to the couch.
Sitting down, with my woman on my lap, my seed dripping out of her, was one of the best feelings I’d ever experienced.
She rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes closely watching me in the comfortable silence that had fallen between us.
“Open up for me, baby,” I directed, and when she did, I had to swallow hard and fight my body from reacting even harder.
Puffy and pink, my cream pie slipping from between her folds. It was so fucking beautiful I wished again I could snap an image of it. But it was so private, so precious, this was something I’d never dare risk someone else getting a glimpse of.
I hated cleaning me off her with my shirt.
I liked the idea of her wearing me, painted with me.
Even so, I carefully wiped away the remnants, taking care of cleaning her up before I relaxed and settled her closer to me.
We sat in silence for a long moment as the sweat dried on our bodies and our skin cooled down.
“What are you thinking about, Cookie?” She bit her bottom lip before she spoke.
“We didn’t use a condom, Luke.” Luke. Jesus, I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of her saying my name. Focus dumbass! She’s talking to you. It’s important.
“We didn’t.” My hand moved to her thigh, resting on the inside. “I’m clean,” I shared, and she nodded, her shoulders slightly relaxed.
“I am, too,” she shared, but there was something in her eyes.
A worry I wanted to erase. “The thing is... I’m not on the pill.
I was,“ she quickly added, “but I took a break because I was thinking about getting an IUD and then got busy with work and growing my business and… well, here we are. I don’t know what I was thinking… We got caught up in the moment.”
“And that’s more than okay with me.” I could see she was having a hard time processing what I’d just said. “Don’t put one in.”
“One?”
“An IUD.”
“Don’t…” she stuttered and stared at me. “Luke, I felt how much you came. Both times. If I don’t get on something and you don’t cover up that monster dick of yours, you know what will happen.”
“And?” I dared her to say it out loud. The image of Olive round and swollen with my baby, our baby, flashed in my head. Fuck. It made my spent dick slowly wake up.
“And?” She laughed, the sound only making it harder for me to keep my cock from getting hard all over again. Oli shook her head. “You’re crazy.” She smiled, but it was that worry in her eyes that still held on that kept me from pushing forward.
“About you, Cookie. Only crazy about you.” I kissed her forehead, knowing she had no idea of just how crazy I really was. With a sigh, I knew this was a conversation we needed to have. “I can head out in the morning and pick up a Plan B and condoms,” I offered and meant it.
A quick thought popped into my head about poking holes in them or even pulling the rubber off and not letting her know until it was too late.
But I couldn’t do that. Not to my woman.
She was ambitious and had worked hard to get her cookie shop to where it was.
Not only that, but she also had a lot of goals.
When it came to Olive, I paid attention.
I’d heard people talk to her. Lola had mentioned the brick-and-mortar spot Olive wanted.
I would never do anything to jeopardize her dreams, only encourage them. No matter how much I wanted to see her pregnant with my kid.
“Just like that?” She apparently expected some kind of argument from me.
“Just like that,” I confirmed, my hand toying with ends of her hair.
“I want you, Olive. I told you that. I…” love you.
The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t let myself say them.
Not yet. I wasn’t stupid enough to not know that Olive was gun shy, and I’d already pushed her enough for the day. “I like you. A lot,” I confessed
“I like you, too, Luke.”
“I really like you saying my name.”
“Hmm,” she hummed with a smile on her lips that made her seem more relaxed than I’d ever seen her.
“Ready for bed?” I asked. She licked her lips.
“Bed? Your bed?” Her eyes dropped to my mouth like she wanted my kiss. Unable to hold back, I moved my fingers between her legs and stopped when she spoke again. “I’m scared,” she whispered but, weirdly enough, leaned in.
Spreading her legs wider to give me more access to her, but I didn’t explore. I simply stared at her.
“Of me?” I asked. A cold rush washed through my veins.
I fought the urge to look around the living area to see if I’d left something of hers behind. Something that would have helped her figure out my dirty secret. She nodded, but it was the mischievous glint in her gaze that set me at ease.
“If you made me come that hard standing up in your living room, I can only imagine how you’ll ruin me on a bed,” she teased, and my body slowly started to relax.
“Cookie, I’m the ruined one.” I nuzzled her nose, loving the way her laughter felt like a balm to my soul.