Page 16 of Urban Justice

The sound of pure ecstasy that filled the room as he licked and sucked at her made him lose his mind. His mouth filled with her, Luke clasped her restless thighs as his other palm trailed down, taking himself in hand, pumping.

It was obvious he wouldn’t last. The only thing keeping him from spilling his seed was that he wanted her to come undone first.

However, the lady had other ideas and broke from his hold, taking his mouth once more. “I love tasting myself on you.”

It was clear that the fierce lady wanted to return the favor, but he was too far gone to allow her. Her body moved restlessly against his as her mouth bit his jawline. Her hands were everywhere, and Luke needed to focus.

With brute strength, he got to his knees, and twisted her around pulling her down at the same time. She fought a bit but stopped when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and made her bow back against him.

“Lady, behave.”

In answer, her hips undulated. “I’m not a lady.”

Luke smiled when he reached for his cock and rubbed against her entrance. He bit her shoulder, making her jump, just as he sank balls deep into her heat.

“I don’t want a lady. Now, move.”

Darkness engulfed him as she obeyed his order. Despite her awkward position, her body tightly stroked him.

With his free hand, he roamed her silky skin until he cupped her breast. She pushed forward, as if to increase the pressure, but he held her back by pulling at her hair.

“Oh, no, lady. I’m not letting you lead this so easily, not until you beg me.”

To prove a point, he pushed his hips up, slamming into her with greater force. A sharp breath told him he was on to something.

His hips slapped against her ass again and again, each time increasing in force. He should slow down, be careful of her and her pleasure, but he was caught in the moment, in the storm between them.

“More, I want more, professor. Please.”

The voice of his unexpected lover started out strong before breaking a little with her plea.

“Yes, oh, yes. Sloane.” His voice was all but a harsh whisper, a plea of his own.

When her body tensed, he let go of her hair to grab her hips, ravaging her with his own, pushing himself to join her in orgasm.

When he fell off the cliff, his hands loosened to sink around her waist as he allowed himself to bury his nose in a sea of pink.