Sexy Stranger(24)

"No," I ground out. "I want to feel it."

This was the moment-my one shot to get it right.

Pulling my fingers from her, I said, "Keep going."

At my gruff command, she took the lead, her deft fingers circling her bud while I made quick work of shoving down my boxers and pulling a condom over my shaft. Watching her was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"Hurry," she begged, and her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm so close."

I pulled her panties aside before shoving myself so deep inside that her breath caught, and I was pushed almost to the breaking point. That hot, tight channel squeezed me so tightly, I let out a groan.

All around me, she shuddered with pleasure. Her hands returned to the blanket, tugging at it as she writhed against me. It was all so intense-the warm wetness of her pussy, the straining ache of my cock, and more than anything else, the fierce, desperate need for more.

With every little shiver of movement, there was an instant of gratification, a sliver of pleasure, but that hunger grew too, gnawing at my insides and begging me to lose control. I wanted desperately to fuck her harder, to take her in my arms and thrust so deep and fast, she wouldn't be able to breathe.



       
         
       
        

"Fuck yeah, baby." I leaned back and grabbed her thighs, watching as her tits bounced up and down with every thrust.

Briefly, I wondered what it would look like for me to come on those perfect tits of hers, my pearly seed coating her creamy white skin.

Then her mouth dropped into a little o, just as I'd hoped it would, and I wasn't thinking anything at all. She shuddered, murmuring my name under her breath.

With another shiver of pleasure at the sight, I gripped her harder still and demanded, "Scream for me, duchess."

It didn't take much convincing.

"Luke!" she cried, and her voice echoed back to us through the night air. "Luke!"

"Yes, baby, scream."

"Fuck me," she cried, and that was enough to send me over the edge.

Cupping one breast, I pinched her nipple as she bucked and trembled beneath me. God, she was beautiful, her perfect face tense with her need, her breast silky soft in my hand, and her tight cunt hugging me like a fist. The shivers of her orgasm were still rolling over her as mine came to the cliff and paused at the edge.

As I looked down at Charlotte in the moonlight, my cock glossy with her wetness as I pushed and pulled our bodies together, it was enough to make my balls ache, locked and ready for takeoff.

Quickly, I pulled her knees up to my chest and took her deeper, closing my eyes as the wet warmth of her sent a shiver through my veins, and my climax built. A low, deep groan was ripped from my lips as the gnawing pressure in my gut intensified, then loosened and spread through my body, sending frissons of satisfaction through me as hot streams spurted from my swollen length.

As the final waves of pleasure crashed down over me, I had only one thought.

We need to do this again . . .

And again and again.





Chapter Ten


Charlotte

Friday morning, I awoke in Luke's massive four-poster bed. Its blue sheets were twisted and disheveled, bearing the evidence of our lovemaking from last night, round two once we ended up here after leaving that magical hilltop.

His side of the bed was empty, and I could hear noises downstairs. Stretching leisurely, I noted my body felt tender and used in all the best ways. Luke made love with the same passion and intensity that he lived his life-he was wild, strong, and a bit hotheaded. I'd enjoyed myself immensely last night.

These last few days spent exploring each other's worlds were better than I could have dreamed. The most shocking revelation was that I'd gotten a taste of country life and I didn't hate it. The people, the food, the pace, the lifestyle-all were things I wasn't used to. But here in Shady Grove, I was learning to slow down and enjoy each moment, to savor each day. As unexpected as it was, I suspected I was learning a life lesson in the process. 

But as much fun as I'd had with Luke, I already knew that our fling had a ticking clock attached to it. Eventually, the alarm would sound and it would all be over-I'd go back to my world, and he to his. A little pang of guilt flared inside me-I hadn't told him how I'd ended up here, or what I was running from. Now that we'd been intimate, I felt like my omission had been a bald-faced lie. But then again, maybe I didn't have to spill my guts about the whole messy affair. Luke had a past too, and I didn't pry into that. I respected his boundaries. Maybe we could both keep our secrets safely guarded and enjoy this for what it was.

I shrugged on a T-shirt and made my way downstairs. A hulking male form was standing near the coffeemaker, dressed in nothing more than a pair of worn jeans, but when he turned I saw it was Duke.