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“Mila,” he protests, his body taut and on the verge and I shake my head. Again, coating my palm with saliva I pump him vigorously before I lift to sink onto him. We both moan when I’m finally able to take him to the root.

“Fuck,” he grinds out hoarsely as he jerks inside of me and I begin to move. “I’m not going to last,” he threatens, his heart thundering against my palm. I tug off his shirt, and he helps me, tossing it aside like the nuisance it is. He’s my new playground, solid muscle covered in sculpted beauty and I let my fingers roam the defined contours of his chest while his hands remain idle. I ride him agonizingly slow, and it’s exquisite. The connection surpasses my daydreams. The air in the trailer is heavy with the weight of us. He takes it all in, his cock stretching me, my arousal seeping between. Control wavering, I swivel my hips, and his eyes flare, the intensity pushing us both to the edge of sanity.

He sinks into my rhythm, his hands lingering at my sides, waiting for permission, nostrils flaring.

“Fuck, Mila, please let me touch you!” He’s practically shouting, and I again shake my head, as I keep a steady pace before I reach between us massaging my clit. I’m flying and crashing all at once. Sweat beads above his top lip and I lean in, so our heavy breaths mingle.

“Fuck this,” he shakes his head as he begins to pump from below me and we both call out to the other as he thrusts up getting impossibly deep. Resolve breaks on both sides as he grips the back of my neck, hot mouth claiming mine before he fucks me with his tongue. After a thorough kiss, we separate and he leans back, watching me avidly as we work together, our movements and needs the same. Open-mouthed, we stare at each other, jaws slack in awe while we explode in movement. Leaning forward, he stills, reaching behind me and clearing the table of everything on it. I hear the loud crash of the script, his laptop, and the bottle of wine as I’m spread out before him. He attacks, hovering close, sucking my tongue while he furiously pumps into me thrusting so hard, I’m gasping his name. I’m getting exactly what I asked for.

I reach between my thighs and he bats my hand away.

“I can’t come this way,” I tell him. He pulls his brows together and stares down at me before pulling out. I lift to my elbows in confusion as he strokes my thighs with open palms.

“You can’t come what way?”

He bites his lower lip, a mischievous glint in his eyes before flattening me to the table with his palm and pushing his fingers inside.

With those two digits, he rubs me until sensation overwhelms me. “Right there, huh?” His lips curve up. “I think I can take it from here.”

I let out a low moan in reply as he works me, palming my breasts and stroking my nipples. I’m on the verge when he lowers his head sucking my clit while working magic with his fingers. Thighs shaking, I begin to quake. “Oh, God.” He sucks eagerly following the urgency in my voice, his fingers quickening along with my body. In a blind second, his cock replaces his fingers, and he drags the ridge along my G-spot, pinpointing where I need him.

“Come on, beauty,” he grunts. His thumb picking up the slack of his tongue. Within a few thrusts, I come violently, grasping onto him like a woman possessed. He drives in hard, eyes blazing, skin on fire as he ravages me.

With a few hard thrusts, he comes with a long groan. I have no time to recover because his kiss intensifies as he pushes me further back, lifting my legs at his hips and grinding at a slow, languid pace until he’s fully hard again. I’ve never been fucked from round one into the next, but nothing about Lucas is ordinary. In this round he worships me, whispering filthy things as he drinks me in with thirsty eyes. The position is uncomfortable; my back aches on the unforgiving and cheap table, my throat burns from lack of air, and we’re both a sweaty mess, but it feels too good to stop any of it. My need to dominate the situation has already given way to growing addiction. I’m hooked. He’s got everything but my heart, and I know I have to be greedy with that. Maybe it’s because he’s a God of men, or maybe it’s because he’s that guy, the one I’m supposed to be this drawn to. Either way, he’s claiming me, and I welcome every minute of it.

“Damn…Perfect. Fucking. Fit.” he whispers heatedly, bending over at the edge of the table, hitting me with crazed fervor. I’m on the verge of having another orgasm when he slips a hand between us. His delicious ass peeks over the edge of my line of sight as I let myself get carried away.

“Kiss me, Lucas,” I murmur, reaching for him just as he descends for the same connection, the slow thrust of his tongue in my mouth matching his strokes until we both let go.





He collapses on top of me, his words muffled in my neck.

“What in the hell was that?”

We both break into an odd fit of laughter. I have no words for what just went down between us. A jealousy fuck on date two can’t be a good sign, but I refuse to think that way. Being intimate with him felt too damn good. It was too soon for any of it. But it happened, and I can’t bring myself to regret it, yet.

He pulls away from my neck, a heart-stealing grin on his lips. “Did we just have our first fight?”

“That wasn’t fighting,” I say. “I don’t know what that was.”

He studies me skeptically beneath him, sweat sliding down his forehead. “Sure, you don’t know what that was?”