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She began to throb, her womb tightening to a clench in
anticipation.
This must be what true desire felt like.
“Nothing.”
The word was
a mere squeak.

He moved higher, pulling her legs apart as he had before.
The heat from her body had to be searing his hand.
She barely breathed as his
hand came to rest at the top of her inner thigh.
Torn between wanting to pull
away and thrust into his touch, she remained still as a statue.

His palm slid back down her leg.
“You clearly know what you
want in bed, so I’m confused about why touching yourself didn’t make you come.”

She pressed her lips together, how did he expect her to
think when he was doing that?

He squeezed her thigh.
“What did you think about?”

“Huh?”
He’d moved up to the top of her inner thigh again.

“When you masturbated, what did you think about?”

“Umm…” Up and down.
Up and down.
Over and over until she
felt as if she might melt into a puddle of goo under the table.

“Abby.”
The amusement in voice clear.
“Are you distracted?”

Why wouldn’t he touch her?
“What?”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Unable to speak, she nodded.

“Tell me.”

She couldn’t.
A low hum started deep in her belly as he
stroked over the damp flesh of her thighs.
Aching, she wanted to scream the
words but her throat wouldn’t work.

“I want you to say it.
Ask me to touch you.”

“Why?”
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of
the table.

“Because I want it, and so do you.”

If he didn’t do something soon, she would burst into flames.
On a hard exhalation, she said, “Please touch me.”

“Answer my question and I will.”
Another hard squeeze.

A low, feral sound echoed on the air, and to Abby’s shock,
she realized it had come from her.
What was happening to her?
“I didn’t think
about anything.”

“Hmmm…” He sounded skeptical and it worried her.

She was telling the truth.
She cleared her parched throat
and ignored the strong fingers stroking over flesh she’d had no idea was
sensitive.
“I-I didn’t know what I was doing, and I did some research on the
internet.”

His hand stilled.
“You researched it on the internet?”

Embarrassed, she closed her eyes.
“Yes.
And I did everything
they said, but it didn’t work.”

“Ah, now it’s starting to make sense.”
Before she could ask
what he meant, his hand covered her mound.
A low groan sounded from deep in his
throat.
“Goddamn, you are wet.”

Seeking fingers traveled without resistance along her moist,
swollen skin.
She flushed with need and embarrassment as she practically
dripped into his palm.
“I’m sorry.”
Hips jerked involuntarily as a slow ache
began to build.

“There is nothing to be sorry about.”
In a slow, steady
circle, he began to rub.
A jolt shot through her as her muscles clenched.
“You
forgot the most important part of touching yourself, Abby.”

Nothing she’d experienced before had felt like this, like a
spring coiling tighter and tighter inside her.
She gasped out, “What?”

“You forgot the fantasy.”
He kept up a smooth rhythm and she
put her head in her hands, shutting her eyes.
Unable to help herself, she
rocked into his hand, a tiny moan escaping her lips.

What was he doing?
It was so…so…good.
Awesome.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Abby?”

“Oh god yes.”

“This is why you have submission fantasies, it doesn’t
matter what your brain tells you.”
His fingers sank inside her pussy.
She
shuddered, her head falling back as her fingers clutched the white tablecloth.
The spring coiled ever tighter until it became a pinprick of focus.
Along her
neck, his hot, ragged breath warmed her already overheated skin.
“You’re not
going to be able to think your way out of this, little girl.
You’re going to
come for me tonight.”

All coherent thought scrambled as his fingers began to pump.
Harder.
Faster.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“So hot and tight.
You’re going to be a screamer.
You’re
already fighting to keep quiet, and I’ve barely started.”
His low, hoarse voice
sent shivers down her back.

Her inner muscles clung to his fingers as he pulled out, leaving
her with a feeling of emptiness.
Before she could stop herself, she moaned,
“No, don’t stop.”

In response, he placed two fingers on either side of her
labia and squeezed up and down over her soaking-wet pussy.
Intense pleasure
blasted through her.
Her mind went blank.
The invisible spring tightened to the
point of breaking.

“I can’t wait to sink into this hot, wet cunt.”

“Oh my.”
Her fingers tightened on the table and she clenched
her jaw.
What was he doing to her?
It was almost unbearable.
She wanted to pull
back, but then he squeezed tighter.
Her head fell back.
She moaned, hips
jerking up.

“Look at me.”
Tone harsh.

Her head snapped up.

The fierce expression on his face made her tremble.
On a
ragged intake of breath, his hand stilled.
He studied her, his eyes intense and
searching.
“Is this the way you want your first orgasm?
’Cause you’re about
thirty seconds away from exploding all over my hand.”

In confusion, she stared at him, not understanding why he
stopped when she’d been so close.

He kissed her lightly.
“This is your show, Abby.
Do you want
the first time to be in the middle of a restaurant?”

She blinked, coming back from all that good lust.
Now that
the torment of pleasure had abated, she knew her answer.
She couldn’t believe
he’d stopped like this, for her, to make sure this was what she wanted.
“No.
I
want private.
Thank you, Lukas.”

“That’s what I thought.”
His hand slipped from under her
dress and he smoothed the fabric back into place.
He smiled down at her.
“Besides, I want you someplace you can scream.
I think you’ve restrained enough
for one lifetime, don’t you?”

Chapter Six

Lukas fumbled with his keys as he tried for the third time
to unlock his front door.

He needed to take a deep breath and slow the fuck down.

Finally, the key slid into the lock and it clicked open.
Relief mixed with anticipation flooded through him.
He grabbed Abby’s hand and
pulled her roughly into his foyer, causing her to stumble next to him.

Slow down
.
He ran his fingers through his hair.
She’d
nearly driven him crazy in the restaurant.
He’d hoped the car ride back to the
house would have cooled him down.
But no such luck.
He was desperate to get in
her.

He took another deep breath.

He needed to get a grip so he could do right by her.
Provide
her with an experience she’d never forget.
He turned to face her, his control
shaky at best.
“You ready, Abby?”

She nodded, looking unsure and excited all at the same time.
He wrapped a hand around her neck and let his thumb trail over her bottom lip.
She had the softest mouth.
He leaned down to kiss her slow and deep, to put her
at ease, but the second his lips touched hers, she plastered herself along the
length of him.

Good intentions and reason flew out the window.

On a low growl, he backed her up until she hit the foyer table.
He yanked her dress over her thighs and set her bare-assed on the tabletop.
The
stretchy material of her dress taunted him, and with zero finesse he wrenched
the fabric down over her shoulders to her elbows, exposing her breasts.

She wrapped those killer legs around his waist and squeezed,
her thighs drawing him closer.
Breath ragged, she clutched his waist and arched
her hips.
She gasped and writhed under him, driving him crazy with her
unrestrained lust.

Devouring her with his mouth, he ground his erection against
her clit.

Jesus, he had to slow down.
This was not the plan.

His intention had been to take her upstairs, strip her naked
and lay her out on his king-size bed, but he couldn’t think about anything but
touching her.

Releasing her mouth, he drew in a harsh breath, peering down
at her.
His hands covered her black lacy demi-cut bra, his fingers running
along the smooth flesh spilling over the cups.
He traced the seam, resting on
the clasp for a fraction of a second before flicking it open.
Peeling away the
fabric, he revealed the most fantastic set of breasts he’d ever seen.

He wanted to fall to his knees and worship them.
He shook
his head.
“My god.”

Unable to tear his eyes away, he ran his fingertips over her
puckered nipples, and her back bowed.
He rolled them between his thumb and
forefinger, watching the play of emotions across her face—lust, surprise,
pleasure.

“Oh.”
The word was full of wonder.

He repeated the motion, but this time with a little more
force, and she bucked against his straining erection.
“You’re gorgeous.”

Her eyes flew open.
“No.”

“Yes you are.”
He pinched her nipples, hard.

She placed her hands in back of her on the table, so her
breasts thrust into his hands.

He increased both tempo and pressure, until her neck arched
and she chanted, “Don’t stop.
Please don’t stop.”

All this eager, unrestrained responsiveness was enough to
drive him well past the edge of control.
He squeezed the hard buds and held.
“I
can see I’m going to need these perfect tits on display all the time so I can
play with them whenever I want.”

She moaned and ground her pussy along his shaft, so wet he
could feel his pants getting damp.
He gritted his teeth as his fine grasp on
coherent thought continued to fray.
“Understood?”

When she didn’t answer, he released one nipple, yanked her
hips to the edge of the end table and smacked her ass.
“Understood?”

Eyes squeezed tight, she gasped.
“Yes— Do that again,
please.”

Holy shit, he was done.

The muscles in his jaw worked as he fought the urge to shove
his cock into her wet cunt.
He pinched her nipple at the base, squeezing as he
pulled up to the tip, repeating the stroke as he slapped the top curve of one
firm cheek.

“Yes, again,” she murmured, face flushed, lips open.

The blood raced through his veins.
His pulse hammered.
He
prayed for restraint.

Over and over, in synchronized movements, he spanked and
pulled and pinched, until he panted, every muscle taut from the effort.

Head falling against his shoulder, she let out a scream.
“More.”

His balls tightened.
His cock ached and dripped pre-come.
Never had he wanted inside anyone more.
He needed to get control.
He stopped,
staring past her at the caramel-colored wall.

She gasped and shuddered against him.
“No, please.”

He rubbed her back, counting to five to compose himself.
“Shhhh, you’ll like this.
You are going to come, Abby, right here, right now.”

She nodded and he pushed her back so she rested against the
wall.

He dipped into his pocket and pulled out a couple of condoms
before stripping his shirt over his head.
Erection straining, he unbuckled his
pants and released his cock.
Grasping the leaking head between his thumb and
forefinger, he squeezed to suppress the need to come.

It didn’t do much good.

Some modicum of control obtained, he slid his hands along
her soaking-wet pussy.
He clenched his jaw as she jerked into his palm.
He
spread her labia open, stepping between her legs and encircling her waist.
He
nestled the head of his cock against her clit and tugged her hips until she
pressed firm enough to feel his every stroke.

Her head thrown back, her eyes closed, she seemed lost in
her own little world.
Needing her to pay attention, he grabbed her neck,
lifting her so they were eye level.
“Abby.”

Her lids snapped open and confusion flashed across her face.
“What’s wrong?”

“I want you to squeeze those gorgeous thighs around my
waist, and rub that wet pussy along my cock.”

“But…but…aren’t you going to…” Her voice trailed off.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Abby.
But not yet.”

She blinked, nibbling on her full lower lip.
She tried to
shift away, but he held her so tightly all she managed was to stroke the hard
bundle of nerves along the underside of his cock.
The pleasure so intense, he
winced.

“Oh!”
she said, her eyes going wide as the light of
comprehension dawned.

He gave a strained chuckle.
“There you go.”
Cupping her
breasts in his hands, he leaned down and licked the tips.

She bucked against his cock.

Fuck!
This might not have been his brightest idea.
He
abraded her nipples with his tongue, teasing her with a light suction that had
her pumping her hips.
Nipples nice and wet, he lifted his head and murmured,
“Don’t let go.”

Abby thought she might die.
Lukas released his hold around
her waist and pinched both nipples hard, pulling them up and away from her
body.
Sensation, so hot and intense it was almost blinding ricocheted through
her.

Unable to stay still, she jerked.
Her swollen clit rubbed
along his shaft, adding another layer of pressure.

“Come on, work those hips.”
He pressed his forehead into
hers as their wet, slippery skin slid.

Nails digging into his lower back hard enough to leave marks
tomorrow, she lost herself in this tidal wave of lust and desire.

Releasing his hold on one of her breasts, he reached down
and smacked her ass.

“Oh yes, more.”
She moaned.
Her fantasies didn’t even
compare.
The heated pleasure-filled pain that set off a fire in her blood was
indescribable.
She was greedy for it.

He slapped her butt again.

She went wild, bucking her hips, rubbing her clit
frantically along the head of his cock.

Later she’d be embarrassed.
Later she’d think about her
response.
Later she’d think about everything, but for now…oh, now she wanted it
all.
Needed more.
“Harder…please…harder.”

He delivered five hard, rapid blows.
Ass burning, pressure
coiling so tight she finally broke and shattered into a million pieces.
Her
pussy convulsed and spasmed with such force she shook, a cry ripping from her
throat.

Lukas growled, a low, primal sound that set off another wave
of contractions.
He ripped away, prying her legs from his waist and grabbing a
condom.
She could only stare at him as he ripped the foil package with his
teeth.
With expert hands, he rolled the latex down his hard cock, and then the
room swung as he lifted her up and pushed her to the floor.

She held her breath, her chest squeezing as she waited for
his entry.
She blinked as he slid down her body, and between her thighs.
Before
she could process what he was doing, his tongue buried deep in her pussy.

“No!”
Her skin was so sensitive his touch bordered on pain.

In response, his mouth clamped around her clit, the suction
hard and ferocious.
Terrifying pleasure shot through her.
Almost unbearable,
she tried to move away from his voracious mouth.
He grunted and flung an arm
across her hips, holding her in place, feasting on her as though he were a
starving man.
She squirmed and writhed, the fabric of the carpet rubbing along
her back.
Unable to decide if she wanted him to continue or stop, she screamed
as her back bowed off the carpet.

Not letting up his assault on her clit, he plunged two
fingers high and hard in her pussy, pumping in time to the movement of his
mouth.
Out of nowhere, a violent orgasm tore through her.
A low, guttural moan
escaped as her hips ground against his face.

Before the last wave had even crested, he moved up her body,
giving her no chance to rest or get her bearings.
He kissed her hard and rough.
She could taste and smell herself everywhere.
Breaking apart, they both panted
for a long moment, their bodies slick with sweat.
The sharp lines of his jaw
and cheekbones combined with the dark passion in his eyes made his face
primitive and dangerous.
He rose to his knees, tilted her hips, and drove hard
and high inside her.

She screamed at the force as her pussy was filled with a
pleasurable pain.

“God, Abby, you’re so tight.”
He stilled, the corded muscles
along his neck popping out.

After long, excruciating moments, she finally adjusted and
the pressure eased.

Moaning, he began to move.

Hips circled as he ground his pelvis over her ultrasensitive
clit on the upstroke.

She arched, keening from the unexpected ache.
To her shock,
her body began the now familiar upward climb.
Over and over, he rotated his
lean hips, picking up his tempo until he moved hard and fast.
Frustrated that
her dress restrained her arms and she was unable to touch him, she strained and
twisted beneath him.
Unable to move, pinned down, she couldn’t deny her
position of helplessness increased her desire tenfold.
Pleasure, sharp as a
knife, made her muscles clench around his thick cock.

“Good girl,” he said as he shifted, moving over her so his
chest abraded her nipples.

“Harder,” she said on a breathless cry.

He complied, driving into her tight canal.
The sweat dripped
off their bodies.

“Come again, Abby.”

The need was relentless but her body strained.
“I can’t.”

“Yes.
You can.”
His voice harsh above her.

“I-I…” she sputtered, unable to focus on a complete
sentence.

“Tell me to fuck you.”