Page 61 of Filthy Twisted Devil

Then he lunges forward, claiming my mouth with his and I’m done puzzling out adjectives. It’s all I can do to endure the punishing sweep of his tongue, the drag of his teeth over my lips. He forces my mouth open wider, tasting every part of my mouth like he owns me. I surrender to the kiss, because it’s my only option. Fighting him would be futile, and besides, I don’t want to.

I like him claiming me.

His fingers press against my pussy again, stroking me through increasingly wet fabric. Sharp desire sparks low in my belly with every touch. He touches me purposefully, drawing out pleasure until my thighs are clenched around his hand, chasing the orgasm he’s leading me closer and closer to. An orgasm I want badly—but not like this.

“Luke,” I pant against his mouth. “Please. I want to feel you.”

“Do you?” he purrs. “You want to know how it feels to have me on top of you?”

“Yes.” I don’t know if his dominant tendencies mean he takes requests, but I’m desperate to know how it would feel to have the full weight of him over me.

He chuckles and rises to his feet. He yanks off his pants and boxers, shoving them on the ground and giving me my first real view of his cock. It’s hard and impossibly thick, with a throbbing vein on the underside that I want to drag my tongue over. It curves up slightly at the top, making me wonder how that must feel. I’ve used plenty of vibrators, but none were shaped like that.

I swallow, watching as he fists himself, dragging his hand up and down in a few long strokes.

“You like what you see?” he asks, brows raised. Challenging me to say it out loud.

“Yes.” Any pride I have is gone, replaced with a desperate, consuming want. “Your cock is beautiful.”

His head falls back and he lets out a throaty noise. “Nobody’s ever told me that before. God, how are you this goddamn sweet?”

“It’s true.”

“I’m also the first cock you’ve ever seen in person.”

I shake my head. “No, you’re not. I might be a virgin, but I have some experience.”

“Then I’ll take the compliment.” He smiles as he crawls over me, positioning himself between my thighs. My heart thunders in my chest. Is this really happening? Am I really going to let Luke take my virginity? I wasn’t planning on it, but he’s naked and on top of me. We’re a few inches away from unknown territory.

My legs tremble around his hips. I can’t tell if it’s nerves or anticipation, or something darker. My head swims with thoughts. I want this, but I haven’t thought it through. What if I regret it tomorrow?

Luke’s thumb strokes my cheek. “Hey,” he murmurs. “I can practically hear you thinking. Are you okay?”

I bite my lower lip. “I don’t know, Luke. Everything feels so good, but—I don’t know. Tomorrow, I might wish I hadn’t.”

Understanding lights up his face. “Don't worry, Eden, I'm not going to go there. Not tonight.”

Disappointment mingles with relief in my chest. Then he whispers against my ear, “There's a lot we can do that doesn’t involve penetrating you with my cock.”

Oh.

Luke digs his hips into mine. The tip of his cock presses hard against my stomach, leaving a small wet patch on my skin. The base of him grinds against my panty-covered cunt, pressing deliciously against my clit. Sparks fly through my blood.

“Does that feel good?” he asks.

I moan as he grinds again harder. It feels so much better than good. The drag of it feels rougher and harder than when I touch myself, harsh and desperate and wonderful. He grinds again, driving the heat between my legs higher and higher.

His teeth press lightly against my neck, and I arch against him. A rush of desire floods through me, and I wrap my legs around his hips for leverage. I rock myself against him, savoring the friction. Luke matches my pace until we’re moving together, meeting each other thrust for thrust. Our rhythm is rough and erratic as I chase what feels good.

“That’s right, wildflower,” he says. “Take what you need. Let me make you feel good.”

His voice sounds as strained as his body looks. His arm muscles bulge as he holds himself up, carefully managing how much weight he puts on me. His jaw clenches hard as he thrusts again and again.

“You feel that?” he grits out. “You’re soaked through your pretty little panties, riding my cock like you were made for it. If this is what you’re like now, god help me the day I finally get inside you.”

My underwear is so wet, I can practically feel the shape of him—every vein and ridge. This is the closest I can get to actually fucking him, but there’s something sexy about stopping ourselves. Letting ourselves get this close to the line without crossing it.

I arch my back, pressing my sensitive breasts against his chest. My hard nipples poke through my bra, and Luke pulls down the cups so he can pinch them. That only makes me moan louder and grind harder against him. My blood rushes with pleasure.