Page 36 of Urban Justice

Luke leaned forward, gently nipping her back, scratching with his beard before cupping her breasts, rough with her nipples. “How can you make me lose my mind like this, woman? One minute I only wanted to take care of you, and now, I’ve almost come undone and put more marks on your body. When you look at yourself, I want your sex to flood at the memory of me, of my cock deep in your pussy, of me taking you while you scream, over and over again.”

At his words, Sloane pushed back on him with her might. She needed just one little push, one trigger to make her tumble over. Unable to use one of her hands to flick her clit, it was her lover who sensed her frustration.

Kneading her ass, Luke maintained a brutal tempo, stimulating her to the point of madness, but as Sloane debated switching positions, finally being launched over the edge, Luke’s sneaky fingers circled back, before pushing down on her dark rosette, and the unexpected sensation was all she needed to combust.

Luke soon joined her, his hands like vices on her body, as he lost himself in his own orgasm, spilling inside her with spasms and twitches. A second or two later, he leaned back, finally bringing them flush on the bottom of the shower stall.

Out of breath, every ounce of strength left in her now evaporated, Sloane reveled in how calm and grounded she felt. She didn’t care if the world came down around her head as long she was connected with Luke Radcliffe. She knew she’d feel uncomfortable later letting him take over like that, but for the moment, tiredness pulled at her too much for her to regret it.

Luke moved first, turning off the water before helping her up. It was clear he was as spent as she was, and like two drunks, they made their way to the bed.

Dripping wet, they snuggled under the covers, and Sloane cuddled even closer, wrapping her arms around him. The last memory before she shut down was Luke doing the same, bringing her in like a hard cocoon, safe, whispering her name in her wet hair.