Sweet Satisfaction

I’d be free .

I bounced slower, gyrating my hips, looking for the friction my clit needed for release. I moaned with the unbearable need building inside me .

“Please, Luke,” I begged. “I want to come.” I didn’t know I had this ability. To open my body to so many climaxes .

My back pressed against his chest. The sweat from our bodies gliding between us. My tits jutted forward, aching from the attention his greedy fingers gave them. And my swollen clit hummed and throbbed. It pulsed with demand .

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice deep and gruff in my ear .

It wasn’t as if I’d never done that before. But never in front of someone .

I drifted one hand from his neck and settled it between my heated folds. Holy shit I was wet. I moaned when my fingertips brushed against the swollen nub .

“Fuck me baby while you show me how you make yourself come,” he ordered .

I inhaled for air before my fingers deftly strummed over the tight bud that had me in intoxicating pain. I was mindless with lust and greed for his body. I wanted to show him I could be a fucking hellcat .

My breasts bobbed wildly. My thighs tightened. I arched my back into the planes of Luke’s chest. He nipped my ear between his teeth, coaxing me to come harder and faster .

“Fuck me,” he growled. “Show me how you like to touch that sweet pussy of yours .”

“Ohh, Luke.” I threw my head back, knowing I was lost. Lost to his commands. Lost to the pleasure he gave me. Lost to the new addiction I had found .

I couldn’t hold on to a single thread of gravity. The most epic orgasm of my life had started unraveling in my body. It was intense and mind-blowing. I loved sex with him. It was everything sex was supposed to be .

Luke roared over my shoulder as he picked me up and slammed me again on his length. I screamed his name, knowing he had peaked too. The warmth of my arousal slid down my thigh. Our heavy breathing slowed. I leaned into his chest—this time with a quiet connection .

His chest heaved with a giant breath and we worked to untangle our knees so we could lie down. I flopped onto the pillow with a silly grin on my face. There was no doubt what we had just done was worth a missed flight home .

“Fuck.”

I heard the alarm in Luke’s voice .

I sat upright. “What’s wrong ?”

The look on his face scared the shit out of me .

“The condom broke .”

Sixteen

Luke

I looked at the shredded rubber still attached to my dick. The end had blown off. No fucking way. I hopped from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I closed the door. I needed a damn minute to think alone. I flushed the remnants and started the shower .

My first instinct was to sue the fucking condom manufacturer. I always bought the same magnum, extra ribbed, extra thin. Those babies were my fucking go-to .

My second instinct to ask Alexa about her birth control. A girl like that had to be on the pill .

I heard a tap on the door .

“Luke?”

“Yeah, getting in the shower.” I ran both my hands over my head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .

“Ok, can I join you?” Her sweet voice was muffled through the door .

I turned the latch. She stood in front of me, holding the sheet to her chest. Her blue eyes cut to my soul. I grabbed a towel from the linen closet and threaded it through the rack for her .