“Fuck, baby. You are gonna kill me,” Luke said through his teeth. I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder and watched as his eyes darkened at the sight of me fingering myself. He stroked his long shaft slowly, squeezing it tightly as he palmed my ass, gripping it roughly. I slid my finger from inside me and begin rubbing my clit, hitting just the right spot that I knew would have me coming within minutes. Luke placed his left hand on the small of my back and moved to the side. With his right hand, he slapped the part of me that my finger had been only minutes before and I moaned loudly into the covers. It wasn’t too hard, but as he progressed it got more and more intense. By the time the fifth or sixth slap came around, I was crying out from my orgasm and it had me shaking the whole bed. I swirled my fingers around my clit, furthering the orgasm for as long as possible. Luke’s hand was replaced by his cock as he rammed into me in one stroke. His hands gripped my ass as he spread me open and continued to drive into me.
“You are so fucking tight. That pussy feels amazing wrapped around my cock. I love watching it slide in and out of you,” he chanted these lines to me like a mantra, over and over. He would fuck me hard for a few moments, then pull back and move slowly while he said dirty things to me in that voice that was so feral and dark. I was motionless before him. I lay with my face in the covers-my newest favorite position-while he drove in and out of me for what could have been hours. I was lost in a sea of ecstasy; all I could do was feel. I couldn’t move, or think, or talk. The most he got out of me was a moan that now turned to grunts because they took less energy. I could feel the way Luke’s body tightened when he was about to come, but each time, he would slow down and let the sensation die so he could continue. I managed to find my voice and make it loud and clear enough for him to comprehend.
“You have to stop,” I said, afraid if he didn’t, I would probably pass out. I had done that before. He didn’t answer, he just shifted and the new angle brought a new sensation. He quickened the pace and deepened the strokes and my voice was found when I cried out his name, while having my last orgasm of the night.
Chapter 7
Dallas
“I can’t work these fucking things.” I heard Luke mumble. He had my foot in his hand and was struggling to remove my boot. I was lying on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I must have fallen asleep and Luke must have rolled me over. I propped myself up on my elbows, no easy task, and looked down at him.
“There is a zipper on the back, baby.”
“Well hello there, beautiful,” he said, forgetting the boot and climbing over me. I fell back on the bed and let him cover me with his body.
“Were you trying to take my clothes off, Mr. Carmical?” I asked, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He smiled down at me then leaned in and kissed me sweetly.
“Well, my incredibly kinky woman passed out on me and I didn’t want one of her heels to wind up in my back during the night, so I thought I would remove them.”
“Well, my incredibly talented man sucks at removing my boots.” Luke smoothed my hair off my face and took a moment to just stare at me.
“I have to go away for a few days, baby.” I stilled at his words. “The club has a lead on Frankie and things may get a little messy. I need you here. It’s the only place that I can keep you safe.”
“I don’t want you to go,” I whispered to him, running my hand down his face.
He leaned down, bringing his forehead to mine, “I don’t want to go, but I have to.” We laid there for a while, enjoying the closeness between us. If Luke left and something happened to him, I would be lost. Just the scent of him comforted me.
“I can’t make it without you, Luke. You are my rock,” I said, breaking the silence.
“Nothing is going to happen, baby. I’ll be back in no time. You won’t even miss me,” he said smiling.
“What will I do while you are gone?” I asked, sounding much like Logan. Luke kissed the tip of my nose and got off the bed, kneeling in front of me, once again, to remove my boots.
“Tomorrow morning, I’m gonna take you to your office. There are some things you need to get up to speed on, I’m sure. I want you to clear your schedule for another two weeks, to be on the safe side. My guys have kept an eye on the place for you and Lindsey is doing a fine job at running things. The problem in Tupelo has been handled. The family that you thought was trashing your place moved out three months ago. Frankie forced them to leave, got one of his goons to trash the place, in hopes that you would come up there.” Luke paused to look up from his task. I was now sitting on the bed, my boots off and my pants around my ankles.