This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,63

shake my head.

“Show me.”

I swallow, then rub my clit faster and faster. I close my eyes and picture Lucas driving into me. The noises that push past my lips should embarrass the hell out of me, but when I peek at Lucas, he’s absolutely enthralled by what I’m doing, watching every quick movement.

“Tell me when you’re about to come,” he demands, eyes half-lidded. His chest heaves, his muscular torso rippling in the perfect spank-bank picture in the flesh.

“I’m close,” I cry. In my head, Lucas fucks me so hard that I’m screaming. “More,” I moan. My body tightens and builds. “So close,” I tell him. I keep going, my fingers working me up higher and higher until I can feel my orgasm barreling closer. “I’m going to—” I warn, my voice high and strained.

Lucas drops to the bed, and my eyes pop open. He pushes inside just as my climax hits. I scream, spasming around his hard cock. His jaw clenches. “Fuck. And I thought you were tight before. Jesus.”

He moves his hips tentatively, prolonging my orgasm until my muscles relax. He secures my hands above me again, pinning me in place. “You feel so much better than my finger,” I admit, lifting my hips to enjoy the fullness.

“Now that I know what I’m up against, I’m going to make sure you never want to pleasure yourself again. You’ll only want the real thing.”

He drives into me, silencing any response. His thrusts are powerful, each one a punctuation mark. Lucas’ hard cock forces me higher and higher, but it’s his noises of pleasure, his strain that toes the line between losing himself and staying in control that makes my next climax hit.

He doesn’t let up, keeping the same pace, the same force, so I barely come back down. He lowers himself, kissing me like a man out of control until completely backing out and pulling me to the edge of the bed. My empty pussy complains, but he stands, pinning my legs to his chest, my feet by his head before filling me again.

My mouth drops at this new position. His hips hammer into me. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathes. The picture of him above me like this, this position increasing my sensitivity, kicks me up another notch, my breath coming in needy gasps.

His body takes over, pounding into me again and again. The delicious friction amps up until his movements become more pronounced. His body starts to shake, and I know he’s close. “Yes, Lucas. Come.”

He roars out his release, crisscrossing my legs at the last second. The feel of his cock spasming pushes me over the edge a third time. We come together, eking out every last ounce of pleasure from the other until we’re spent.

He untangles my shuddering legs, placing my feet to the floor before lying on top of me again. “Dakota, fuck me, you’re amazing.” He kisses me, our tongues tangling, my feelings for him only becoming more solidified.

The blood that pumps through me matches time with his own. He cuddles in close, wrapping his arms around me until we’re breathing in the same rhythm. Three words are on the tip of my tongue. I hug him fiercely, holding him to me like I never want him to leave.

My father and I never expressed emotions. What I’m feeling and the words used to convey it are getting jumbled in my brain, but there’s not a doubt in my mind of what this is.

“Say it,” he urges, running his hand through my hair. “I need to hear it.”

I lick my lips. If there’s anything these guys have taught me to do, it’s to dive in headfirst—damn the consequences.

“I love you,” I stammer out.

He falls to his side, bringing me with him. His body starts to shake. We’re plastered against each other, not an inch of space separating us. I’d crawl into his skin if I could.

“No one’s ever said that to me before.” His chest deflates, and I can tell he’s trying hard to wrangle in his emotion. “You’re never leaving now.”

I fall asleep in his arms—in a new world where I say I love you—and I’ve never felt more at home.

22

“Aww, don’t you two look cute?”

I blink my eyes open, my hands tightening around Lucas’ hard body.

“Wake up, sleepyheads.”

I groan, my lips pressing against warm, taut muscle that suddenly jerks underneath me.

I sit straight up as Lucas shouts, “What the fuck, Wyatt?”

He’s torn the sheet we were wrapped up in halfway down the bed. Lucas