Page 81 of Filthy Twisted Devil

“Fuck,” he mutters against my clit, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing I am.

That with three fingers, he could be preparing me to take something more. Our silent agreement to keep my virginity intact is hanging by the tiniest thread.

He gives me what I want, anyway.

I almost sob as another finger slides into me, more than I’ve ever been filled before. The slight discomfort ebbs away with every lap of Luke’s tongue over my clit. He soothes me at the same time he winds me tighter and tighter. My muscles feel tight, my entire focus on his fingers and his mouth.

My pussy clenches his fingers tight and I let out a broken gasp.

“Shhh,” he says, raising his head. “You have to be quiet, or I can’t make you come.”

I shake my head. He can’t stop. If he stops and leaves me on edge like this, I might lose my mind. “I’ll be quiet,” I force out.

“Good.” His tongue works my clit again, and my thighs close around his head. His fingers move in tandem with his mouth as he drives me mercilessly toward the edge.

I barely have time to shove my hand over my mouth before my climax barrels through me, wringing every drop of pleasure from my veins.

When I glance down, I meet Luke’s eyes. He’s staring up at me, his face glistening with my wetness. I might be embarrassed if he didn’t look so damn pleased with himself.

“Bad girl,” he whispers. “You were supposed to tell me before you came. Don’t make that mistake twice.”

I shiver at the insinuation in his voice. He crawls up on the bed and presses his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue. Then he sits back on his haunches, kneeling over me. His hands circle my wrists and drag them up to the thin wooden bedposts.

“I can trust you to keep your hands up there, right wildflower?” he asks.

“Yes.” I'm not entirely sure I can keep that promise once he starts touching me, but I’m going to try my best. I want to be good.

Luke seems to believe me, because he sits back on his knees and looks at me. His eyes slide over my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. My nipples harden, already anticipating him.

“You’re so damn pretty, Eden.” He cups my breasts roughly, his touch contrasting with his sweet words. “I shouldn’t be allowed to touch you. They shouldn’t let me go fucking near you.”

He squeezes my hip, emphasizing his words. Grasping his cock, he angles it down until the tip grazes my pussy. My eyes widen. We’ve been avoiding anything that comes close to compromising my virginity, but what he’s doing looks like he’s about to drag us over the line.

His head shakes the slightest bit. “Not that,” he murmurs, sounding almost sad. “We’re not going there.”

I swallow my disappointment. He’s right—I know he is. But part of me wishes he weren’t so damn respectful.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warns, his voice fraying at the edges. “I’m one breath away from being the worst man you’ve ever met. Help me be good, wildflower.”

Instead, he circles my clit with his swollen head. My eyes flutter shut for a second, because it feels so damn good. He drags his tip over my clit, teasing me. It feels different from his fingers or his tongue, both hard and soft at the same time. I love how it feels, but what really turns me on is how close we’re dancing toward the line. All he’d have to do is slip his cock down an inch to penetrate me.

But he won’t. I know that in my bones. I trust Luke not to go further than he promised.

My breath gets shorter, the delicious friction making desire build in my lower belly. Then he reaches down to push two fingers inside me, and I arch my back, pressing my clit up against his cock.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous, writhing on my hand,” Luke says darkly. He pulls his fingers out and rubs them against his cock. Then he pushes them back inside me, only to repeat the motion. It takes me a second to realize what he’s doing. He’s lubing up his cock with my slickness.

Once he’s done, he positions himself so his length is cradled along my pussy, the tip pointing up at my stomach. He lowers himself and grinds his hips, sliding his length up and down between my folds. With every movement of his hips, he drags his length along my clit.

He’s fucking me without being inside me.

I grip the bedposts harder. I want to let go and touch him. I’m dying to drag my fingers down his back. But Luke has decided this is how he wants me—on my back, at his mercy. Letting him give me exactly as much as he wants to give.

I love it.

“You’re so good, wildflower,” Luke whispers. “So pretty. So sweet. Fucking made for me.”

“Yes,” I sigh. In this moment, it feels true. Like my body was made for Luke to do whatever he wanted to it.