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CHAPTER FIFTEEN - LULU
His kiss is crushingly hard. He bites my lip as his fingers press between my legs, seeking me out in a way I’ve only dreamed about for all these long years I’ve been away.
He unbuttons my coat, his fingers deft and experienced.
I lift up my hips, reaching for his belt. Unbuckling it and tugging on the button to his pants. I’m dragging the zipper down and pulling him out, his long, thick, hard cock in the palm of my hand.
When I look down at him, he’s hungry. He looks like he’s starving for me.
“I’m not letting you get away again,” he says, his hand covering mine as he guides himself between my legs.
I close my eyes and moan as he enters. I’m so ready for him, he slides right in. And then his hard hug is back, pulling me close. Holding me tight.
I never want him to let go.
We move slowly at first. Holding back. Restraining ourselves so we can enjoy the moment. It’s time repeating. We are that night, back when we were kids. Back when all he wanted was to make me happy and all I wanted was to let him own me, even if it was just in this small way.
But then he eases up, one hand on my breast, pushing me so I have to lean back. His cock feels so good. I grip his shoulders as I look down at his face.
How did we get so far away from each other?
There’s a moment when he looks like he might stop and I almost panic.
But then it’s gone, and in its place is hunger. The starvation I saw in his eyes when I first looked at him.
Both hands come up to the collar of my dress and I know what he’s going to do. I wrap my fingers around both his wrists and say, “Case,” in a stern voice. “Don’t—”
But it’s too late. He rips the front of my dress apart with one spectacular motion. Buttons pop off, hitting the stone with small crashing clicks.
His hands cover my breasts, squeezing hard.
And before I can stop him, he rips my bra apart too, my breasts spilling out into his palms.
“Shit,” I say, still bouncing on his hard cock. “Fuck it,” I hear myself mumble. “Do whatever you want.”
