Page 117 of A Win-Win Situation
With tantalizing slowness, I reach his throbbing cock, and I give him what he craves. My lips, soft and warm, meet his heated skin, and I take him into my mouth, indulging in his taste andthe way he trembles beneath my touch. I moan as I suck and lick the drop of precum that’s leaking from him.
His fingers thread through my hair, a silent encouragement as I continue to pleasure him. The room is filled with the intoxicating sounds of his moans, urging me on.
The sound of a man being comfortable enough to moan and actually make sounds might be the hottest thing ever, and I can feel how it’s making me even wetter, ruining the expensive underwear I’m wearing.
"If you don’t stop, I’m going to come."
Those words compel me to intensify my action even further, but his hand in my hair pulls me away from him. I almost protest when he drags me up so I’m standing leaning against him. "The only place I’m coming is inside of you."
Suddenly, I’m bent over the desk and he’s positioned behind me, my hair wrapped around his fist. With skillful fingers, he teases me, making my breath hitch and my heart race.
Every touch, every caress, sends electric currents of pleasure through my body, and I can't help but press against him in a silent plea. I want him, need him, in ways words can't express.
He kisses his way to my ear, "I want to be inside you, but–"
"But nothing. I need you now."
"I don’t have a condom."
Fuck, we haven’t had this conversation, but I don’t care if we use a condom or not.
"I’m clean and I’m on the pill," I answer, my voice needy.
"I’m clean, too."
I push my ass a little higher. "Then we don’t need a condom."
His grip on my hair tightens, and I can feel his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers, still slick with my desire, find their way to his mouth as he licks them clean, and I gasp at the vulgar scene.
"You're perfect," he murmurs, his voice husky with need. "Always so ready for me, and so damn sweet." His words wash over me like a caress before his fingers move my underwear to the side, and I sense him against my core. A low, guttural moan escapes my lips as his cock enters me inch by glorious inch. The sensation is electrifying, like a thousand stars igniting in the night sky at the same time.
He moves with primal intensity, each thrust taking us higher and higher, pushing me into the desk. I can feel the tension coiling within me, ready to explode. I lose myself in the sensation of him, in the way he moves, in the delicious friction of our bodies meeting again and again. The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths and the slapping of skin against skin. His hands move to my hips as his thrusts grow more ferocious.
"You’re mine," he says as if he’s staking a claim, his voice low and possessive. As if he didn’t already know he’d ruined me for all other men. I turn my head to watch him and I’m met with his dark eyes boring into mine. It's a declaration of ownership, but not in a way that diminishes me. Instead, it's a promise, a reassurance that, in his arms, I'll always be cherished and protected.
"And you’re mine," I reply, my voice filled with the same conviction.
He pulls out of me growling, before he turns me around to lift me up, as he enters me again. Lucas leans in, capturing my lips as he keeps pounding into me.
He sits me down on the desk, so one of his hands can leave my ass before he reaches down between us. His two fingers find my clit, and I don’t need much; I’m so close to coming.
"Leora," he breathes against my lips, and I know he’s close too
In a moment of pure ecstasy, we shatter together, our bodies convulsing in pleasure.
As we come down from the heights of passion, he holds me close, his strong arms wrapped around me, creating a cocoon of warmth and home. My head rests against his chest, and I can hear the steady rhythm of his heart.
And then he breaks the silence with words that send a jolt of shock through me, making me panic. "I want us to end the agreement."
I try to pull away to create distance, but Lucas doesn’t let me go. His grip tightens, and he holds me firmly against him, as if afraid that I might slip away. Then he speaks, his voice gentle yet resolute, "I don’t want to have an end date with you."
I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. I turn to look at him, my eyes searching for any sign that he might be joking or playing with my emotions. But all I find in his gaze is sincerity and vulnerability.
"Why?" I manage to whisper, my voice trembling.
He smiles a soft, tender smile that makes my heart ache with longing. "Because you make me feel alive, Leora," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "You make me happier than I've ever been. It’s as though you brought color into my gray life."
His words wash over me like a warm embrace, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. In that moment, I truly believe that what we have is real. He's not just a passing chapter in my life; he's become a part of my story.
