The Screw Ball (Indianapolis Lightning Book 3) Samantha Lind (story books to read .txt) 📖

my mouth. The velvety smoothness of his skin against my tongue has my panties wet in no time. I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock as I bob back and forth, taking him as deep as I can without choking.

Lucas collects my hair, holding it out of my way as I suck his cock. I tug at his balls with my free hand, loving the moans and half-spoken curse words falling from his lips as I bring him pleasure. While sucking cock isn’t my favorite activity, I’ll gladly do it every once in a while, knowing that he gets such enjoyment from it.

“Red,” he grits out, tapping my cheek. “I need you to stop, or else I’m going to come,” he says as he pulls back. I frown up at him once his cock is free from my mouth.

Before I can say anything, his mouth captures mine in a searing kiss. His arm slips behind me and moves me up the bed, until I’m spread out in the center of it. He breaks the kiss, hovering over me as he takes his fill of me underneath him.

He sits back on his haunches and unbuttons my shorts. I lift my hips, making it easier for him to pull them and my wet panties down my hips and off my legs. While he’s doing that, I pull my shirt off, my bra coming off shortly after and all ending up in the pile on the floor, along with his clothes from earlier.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says, his fingertips ghosting up my torso.

Just as I surprised him with the blowjob, he shocks me when his mouth connects with my clit. The way his tongue circles it, then flicks the bundle of nerves, has my body arching off the bed. He slides two fingers inside, quickly finding my g-spot as his tongue never leaves my clit. It doesn’t take him long before I’m falling over the edge and my first orgasm is bringing me immense pleasure.

In my hazy state, I somewhat comprehend that he slides up the bed, lying beside me as I recuperate from the intense orgasm. We’ve long since had the birth control talk and don’t always feel the need to reach for condoms.

He must sense that I’m ready for more, as he rolls me under him and hooks my leg up over his hip. I tug his face down to my own, kissing him as he thrusts into me, filling me completely up.

“Fuck,” he says against my lips. “You’re so tight tonight.” He slowly thrusts a few times, easing us into a faster pace for a few minutes. I tap against his chest and he slows, pulling from my body. I instantly miss the fullness that we just had, but I know that I’ll have that feeling back as soon as we switch positions. “What do you want?” he asks, and I push him to the edge of the bed. I roll onto my hands and knees, aligning myself on the side of the bed so he can enter me from behind. He does so, and thrusts in hard, filling me up. His thrust is hard enough, his balls smack forward and hit my already sensitive clit.

“Yes!” I cry out. “More,” I tell him, as I can feel my orgasm building once again.

With one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, he pounds into me. Every stroke of his cock has my body inching closer and closer to that epic release that it is building toward.

“I need you there, Red,” he grits out, and I can feel his cock swelling inside me, his own release on the cusp. I reach down and circle my clit, adding the stimulation needed to have me cresting over the edge. I can’t keep myself up, and collapse onto the bed, Lucas still thrusting as I clamp around his cock like a vise. The feeling of his own orgasm hitting him is overwhelming, as he also collapses onto me and the bed.

“Damn, Red. What did you just do to me?” he asks a few minutes later, still attempting to catch his breath. He’s pulled out of me, and rolled to the side of me, half on the bed and half off of it so he isn’t crushing me.

“I could ask the same of you,” I tell him, running my fingers through his hair. I pull him in for a quick kiss, not caring that we’re both a sweaty mess.

“I love you,” he says, the words so easily slipping from his lips. I still, not really sure if he meant to say them just now or if it is the orgasm talking.

He watches me for my reaction, and I can’t help it, tears spring to my eyes as I pull him in tighter. “I mean it, Red. I love you,” he tells me again.

“I love you, too,” I tell him as I softly cry into his neck.

“Then, why the tears?” he asks, cradling my face as he pulls me back so he can look at me.

“Because I don’t know why. You came out of nowhere, were a pain in my ass, then threw the biggest screw ball by being the world’s sweetest man when you swept me off my feet and showed me who the real Lucas Black was. Not the one that the press wanted people to believe you were.”

“I told you I’d prove them all wrong. You just had to give me a chance.”

“And I’ll admit that you were right, and I’m glad that I did just that,” I tell him honestly.

“How about we go clean up and take a shower, see where the rest of the night leads us,” he suggests, his hand connecting with one of my ass cheeks as he gives it a squeeze. I love how comfortable I am with him.

I roll over in bed, the sun is coming into the room around the corners of the curtains. My body is