Making the Cut (Saving Dallas 2)

“Is it me you’re thinking about?” he asked, eyeing me; daring me to say otherwise.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Luke. I want you to bury that big cock inside me and fill me with cum. I want to feel you all day. Every time your cum seeps out of me, I want to think about this moment and remember how it felt.” The look of shock on Luke’s face and the stillness of his body did not go unnoticed to me. Hell, even I was shocked at the words that were coming out of my mouth.

“I need you,” I breathed, and watched in awe as Luke went from a man in shock to predator. My breathing was hard and heavy, so I wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but I swear that I heard him growl.

I squealed as Luke’s hands grabbed the slit in the front of my skirt and ripped it up to my waist. He climbed between my legs and grabbed my blouse, ripping the delicate fabric and sending the buttons flying across the room. I heard the stitching tear on my lace bra as he forced the cups below my breast. He roughly took them in his hands, and I thought I would come just from his touch. With just as much vigor, but managing to salvage his clothes, he sat up and pulled his button down shirt over his head, taking the white t-shirt beneath it too. My hands immediately went to the hard muscles on his chest. His skin was hot and smooth, his heart beating fast under my fingers. Luke pulled his pants down just enough to free himself and leaned back on top of me, moving my panties to the side and guiding his now fully erect cock into my throbbing wetness. He grabbed me under my knee, raising my leg up and sank deep inside me. Our moans of pleasure echoed through the room as he moved harder and faster with each stroke. I held onto his arms, digging my fingernails into the warm flesh.

“Harder. Harder,” I breathed, needing to feel him deeper inside me. I felt the familiar twinge of pain as he rocked harder and I welcomed it. I wanted to hurt. I wanted to know that he was real. I would be without him soon and I needed something to hold onto. Not being able to walk was a good reminder that Luke Carmical was most definitely real.

“Damn, baby. I’m gonna hurt you,” Luke said, his brow furrowed in worry, yet he didn’t slow his pace.

“I want to hurt. I want to feel you, even when you aren’t here,” I said, sharing my thoughts with him.

“Fuck, I love you. I want to fuck you on your knees,” he said, a drop of sweat from his head hitting my face. I wanted to lick it, to taste his sweat, but he had pulled out of me and gripped my waist, flipping me onto my stomach. I pulled my knees up beneath me and arched my ass in the air, my face on the cushion below me. Luke grabbed my panties and slid them down my thighs, leaving them just above my knees. He placed his hands on my ass cheeks, opening me up to him.

“Hard?” he asked, pressing his cock against me.

“Hard,” I confirmed. My body was relaxed and waiting for him. Sweat covered my face and my hair was a tangled mess. My breath came in short gasps and my heart was beating so hard that I could hear it. I shook with excitement and nervousness. I remembered what it felt like to be really fucked by Luke and now I had the feeling he might have been holding back. My dirty talk and demands of harder sex had Luke in a frenzy. He knew I wanted this, because I told him. He knew I could handle it, because I had before, and the word “hard” I had breathed only moments before was the only go ahead he needed.

When Luke slammed into me, I thought for sure that I had made a mistake. He was deeper than I had ever felt him. The slight pinch I usually felt was now a deep soreness that caused me to instinctively pull away. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him. He reached his hand around me and his skilled fingers found my clit and begin to massage the small cluster of nerves. The pain was forgotten as I became focused on the sensation building inside me.

“That’s right, baby. Just relax,” he said moving his fingers in the same rhythm that he was moving his hips. “I’m gonna move my hand. I want you to touch yourself.”

I shook my head, disagreeing with him. It felt better when he did it. My body responded to his touch differently than it did my own. He slowed a little then rammed into me, sending me a message. My eyes bugged out of my head and I lost my breath, but my hand moved beneath me and found his. He took my hand in his and moved our fingers over my clit. I came hard around Luke’s cock and he moved his hand from under me. He gripped my waist and lifted me slightly, taking the sensation to a new level of pleasure. I screamed in ecstasy as he found that sweet spot inside me and moved his cock over it again and again.