Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“You feel too damn good.” He bit my shoulder, hilting himself so far I gulped for air.

I whimpered. He was right. Again. I needed it again.

“I feel it every time you squeeze my cock. God, Alexa,” he groaned. “I feel how hot and wet you are. How fucking tight your sweet pussy is.” He closed his eyes, driving into me.

I arched welcoming the intensity. Needing it. Craving it.

“But shouldn’t we…” The bedside drawer wasn’t out of reach, but if he separated his body from mine it would feel like he had to walk a mile to come back.

“Not today, but soon.” He did the one thing neither one of us wanted, and pulled out from me. I almost groaned from the hollowness he left. “I want to come inside you just like this, damn it. I’m going to fill you with my come. I swear.”

I nodded. Was it crazy I wanted it too? I was terrible at staying on any kind of birth control regimen when I was on the road. But that was going to change. I wanted more sex with Luke like this.

And somehow we had made a pact. A decision. I didn’t know what to call it. A secret affair? Sex on the side? On his bed, in the middle of the day I agreed to keep seeing him for this. I’d find a way to stay on the pill. Timers on my phone. Helena’s help. Whatever it took.

“Get on your knees, baby.”

My eyes gave away my hesitation.

“Now,” he growled.

My heart beat faster and a new jolt of adrenaline raced through my veins. I rolled onto my stomach, pushing up with my hands so that I was on all fours.

Luke nestled behind me, gripping my hips with his million-dollar hands.

Instead of thrusting inside me, I cried out with white-hot pleasure when he lifted me and rocked my hips backward, slamming me onto his cock.

“Oh fuck, your pussy is soaking wet.”

I jolted upright again on my knees, landing a second time on his wide shaft. The pleasure split through me.

“Fuck, Alexa.” He swept the hair from my neck, gaining access to my skin. His lips sucked and bit while I rode his hard dick with relentless pursuit.

His hands twisted and plucked at my nipples. I whimpered, but we kept up the punishing pace. My hands lifted in the air and wrapped to the back of his neck, clutching him for balance.

I knew all I needed was one touch and the epic orgasm that had been building would be free.

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.”