Page 68 of A Little Luck
“Feeling a little possessive?” My voice is low, and I slide my lips along the side of her neck.
A shiver moves down her body, and she tries to push me away. “I’m not doing this.”
But she’s not going anywhere.
Catching her hands in mine, I hold her steady. “Repeat after me: You’re mine.”
Her eyes narrow, and she twists her hands out of my grip. “You’re mine? Prove it.”
With pleasure.
I grab her hips in both hands and pull her pelvis against mine before leaning down to seal my lips over hers. My erection is hard against her belly, and I reach back to cup her ass in both hands.
Moving my lips to her cheek, I bite the tip of her earlobe. “I told you I’m your slave. My cock is for you, Piper Jackson, not some little girl who doesn’t know who she is yet.”
She’s breathing fast, and I reach for the top of her jeans, unbuttoning them and doing my best to push them down her hips. Her hands cover mine, and she shoves them down before reaching for the waistband of my pants.
My jeans are loose and much easier to remove. I’m also not wearing underwear.
Her fingers wrap around my cock, and she slides her hand up and down the hardened shaft. “This cock?”
I exhale a groan, threading my fingers in her hair and pulling her head back so she can see my eyes. “I want to fuck you every minute of the day. Whenever I see you, I imagine all the ways I could bend you over your desk or pull you into the backseat of my car or sneak you into a closet.”
“Every minute?” She fists my shirt, shoving it higher.
Our mouths seal again, and she sucks my bottom lip between her teeth. She bites me gently before pulling my tongue into her mouth.
“This fucking minute.” It’s a low growl. My dick is hard as a rock, and it’s weeping for her warm, wet pussy. “Now turn around and show me that cunt.”
I push her forward onto the bar, and she lifts her ass, looking over her shoulder at me. Using two fingers, I test her wetness, sliding them forward over her clit then higher, dipping into her.
“Oh, God,” she moans, and I grin, sliding my fingers over her clit again.
“You’re ready for me.”
“Yes…”
It only takes a second to line up my cock and drive hard and deep into her core. “Fuck,” I groan, holding steady as I catch my breath.
“Oh, fuck,” she grunts, and she starts to move.
Her ass bucks against my pelvis, and my hand snakes around her waist, going between her legs and rubbing her clit fast and firm.
I’m so fucking turned on, I’m going to come fast, and her inner walls are already spasming and pulling me, milking my cock.
“So fucking hot,” she gasps.
“Dammit, Piper.” My head is on fire, and primal instinct takes over.
One hand grips her hip, and I thrust fast and ragged, crazed like it’s our first time together, and I can’t get enough of her sweet body. My other hand circles her clit, and her elbows give way. She lies on her stomach, and I fuck her hard and fast, driven by the growing orgasm tightening my balls and causing my stomach to quiver.
The bar squeaks as it slides over the floor, and she rises onto her toes with every hard thrust. Her moans are loud, and her knuckles white as she grips the edges of the wood. A shuddering groan rasps from my throat, and I’m coming. I pull out quick as the orgasm pulses, coating her back with come.
My hand is still between her legs working her clit, and I lean forward, breathing hard.
Her phone buzzes, and we both look over to see a text from Britt on the face.
Britt