Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(40)

I should be annoyed, but instead, I have the strangest urge to beg him to show me. To keep from begging, I bite my lip and watch as the palm of his hand slides further down my stomach. For a second, I want to worry about the excess fat I have—apologize for not being tone and fit. Then, his hand's moving even lower, cupping against my heated center and squeezing, and any thought of not being good enough passes. I'm so wet. I can feel the evidence of my desire leaking against his hand. I squirm, needing more of the pressure he's giving me—just wishing he’d squeeze my * in a little different position. He doesn't let me move his hand, though. His hold only tightens, causing a sting of pain to vibrate through me at every angle.

"You'll get what I want to give you," he warns me, and then he twists his hand on my *, tightening it so my clit pops out front and center. I can feel cool air from the room tease it. More evidence of his effect on me pools and then slides down my inner thighs. I'm almost embarrassed, especially when I hear his groaning exclamation, "You're so f*cking soaked for me, Kayla. I bet you'll take my cock in one long… slow… thrust. All the way in.” His voice is a quiet rumble, his breath hot against my ear and neck—so hot, I think it burns me.

"White," I whisper. It's one word, but it's full of need. Maybe White hears it because his fingers push, raking against the soaked valley of my *, and then he’s inside. I feel him stretching my opening and my head slams back against the wall. Finally. I thought I was going to go insane before he gave me what I wanted. His fingers thrust in, then pull apart deep inside of me. He pushes the pads of his fingers against my walls. My body shudders in reaction as I try to give him what we both want.

"Fuck, honey. I want to take my time," he mumbles, and my eyes are closed. I'm too far gone now, so close to the edge that I can taste it. "But… I can't. Fuck me. I’m sorry, Kayla, I can't go slow," he confesses, and he sounds frustrated with himself. I force my eyes to open when I feel his fingers leave my body. His eyes trap mine as surely as his hand has me trapped against this wall.

"Please," I whisper, needing his fingers back inside of me, needing him anyway I can get him at this point.

"I'll make up for this later," he says, and I haven't been able to pull my eyes away from his, so it takes me completely by surprise when I feel the head of his cock push against me. The tip slides in and my body latches on, trying to bring him inside further, clinging to him as if he was life itself. Right now, I think he might be. "I have to get inside of you, I can’t wait any longer," he growls. That's the only warning I get before his cock rams inside of me, robbing me of air. White pushes in until he's so deeply seated inside me that I feel like my body is going to fly apart. He gives me a second to get adjusted, which is good. If he hadn't, I'm not sure I would survive. As it is, I'm having trouble getting my lungs to work.

His hands move from my arms to my hips, his fingers rough despite being slick with my cream. They bite relentlessly into the fleshy cheeks of my ass. I don't know how he does it, but he seems to push his cock deeper until he bottoms out, hitting my cervix, thrusting into me and hammering so deep that I'm positive he's touching parts I never knew existed.

"Oh, f*ck," I breathe with his first long, slow stroke. "Oh, f*ck," I say again, a little louder, with his second. "Oh, f*ck me!" I cry so loud I could probably wake the dead as he slams into me again, this time pulling my leg up on his hip.

I think I hear him laughing, I can't be sure. There's too much noise in my head and it's all from the blood rushing through my veins. I'm starting to see spots, my body feels like it’s floating. I'm going to come and I'm going to come so hard, it may kill me. "White! I'm coming!" I cry out. I have no idea if it's loud or a whisper. I'm lost. I'm lost in him. Over and over he pounds into me, taking me from one plateau to the next in ways I've never known.

An orgasm rakes through me with the force of a hurricane. My nails scratch down his back as I do my best to hold on and ride it out. Another hits and leaves me nearly limp as I feel White gather my body up and pull me into him. I anchor my legs around his hips as he f*cks me. It's a struggle to remain conscious at this point. I experience a moment of complete euphoria, though, as I feel the heat of his climax jet into me. I clench my * even tighter against his cock, not wanting one drop of his cum to leave me.

Ever.





CHAPTER 29


KAYLA




White literally has to carry me into the bedroom. It's not late, but I haven't really slept since I was fired, and with what we just did… I don't have any energy. I want to sleep. And sleep for a long time.

We get to the bedroom and he moves me off his body. I whimper a little as he pulls out of me because even though he's only semi-hard now, he's still hard enough that he felt divine inside of me. He places me on the bed against the rumpled sheets. They feel cool to my warm back and I stretch against them, feeling completely sated in ways I never have before. I know when we get up, I'm going to be deliciously sore everywhere. White bends down and kisses my forehead. I want to protest. I don't want him to leave me, but it's a struggle to make my body obey commands and find my voice to object. Instead, I burrow against my pillow. I wish he had at least pulled the cover up around me, but I'm too tired to ask for that, let alone do it myself.