Allie

Lucas slams into me with a full force, ripping a scream from my throat. He viciously grins down at me while he holds me in this place where my hips are lifted and my legs held against his. He dips down and kisses me, dominating my tongue with his before he sits back up, leaving my mouth open to gasp for air. His face appears darker and when he speaks, his voice is deeper than normal. Almost overpowering.

"Don't you cover yourself. I want to see everything, Allie. Do you understand? I want to see your tits bounce and every other natural thing your body does because of what I'm doing to you. I want to watch your eyes roll back when you come and I want you to lose yourself with me in this."

My first instinct is to hold my breasts, but when he narrows his eyes, I swallow and fist the sheets instead. I promised I would be brave, and he's not hurting me. He's giving himself to me and wants the same in return. He flexes just enough, as though I needed the reminder he's fully inside of me.

"Good girl." He stares down at my chest and licks his lips. "I want those in my mouth, but I want to fuck you off the bed more."

He's exactly what I thought he was. Some god of sex or something and he's here with me and he only wants me.

His fingers dig deep into my legs while he lifts my body higher and thrusts in and out of me. Each one is more intense than the last.

Lucas' bed bangs against the wall and shakes underneath us from the full force of him over me.

"You take this, Allie."

His shoulders and chest glisten with a sheen of sweat and drip down the ridges of his abs. Our bodies slapping together and every forced grunt from his throat sends me reeling back and pushing myself harder against him while I beg him for more.

Every time I move against him, Lucas grips me tighter and lifts my hips higher, forcing himself deeper. There's a delicious ache each time he leaves my body and then a full force of satisfaction when he slams into me again.

"You're so fucking sexy. I want to see you writhe under me."

It's as though the air has left the room and I can't breathe.

"Lucas!"

"That's right." He rocks me hard until I'm hanging off the bed, held up by him alone. "This is all yours."

Lucas chuckles. "And your ass is mine now." He releases one leg momentarily to slap the side of my hip. A sting the size of his handprint burns through me and I hope it's there in the morning like a bruise.

"Oh my god, Lucas!" He can do whatever he wants if he looks at me the way he is now. Like he would do anything for me.

"That's it, Allie, just like that. Fuck, squeeze the pussy around my cock. You feel so good around me."

My eyes close while my head and shoulders hang off the side of his bed and hair sweeps against the wood floor. I barely register the blood rushing to my head while he rips me apart from the inside. My legs are burning and heart racing every time he fills me.

Lucas pays me every compliment about my body while he pants and my breathing comes out in raspy tones.

At the first gut-tightening quiver, he knows. His gaze darkens and burns through me.

"Come, Allie. Fuck, do it now."

By his command, Lucas pulls it out of me and holds me while I convulse and my walls tighten around him.

"Fuck!" He stills, and Lucas' hot cum spills inside me.

We fill the room with his rough pants and my small whimpers as he lowers my lifeless hips back down onto the bed. Lucas pulls me back toward the middle and chuckles at my limp state.

He holds himself inside of me while he cups my breasts and pinches my nipples, rolling them in his fingers.

I watch him as beads of sweat drip down his forehead and onto my tummy. He smiles like he's proud.

With the way he's staring at me, I've never felt more desirable in my life.

Lucas slowly pulls out and I already long for him to come back. His cum slowly leaks out, and he uses his fingers to push it back inside. "How do you feel?"

Exhausted, beat, and like I could conquer anything. Also...

"I feel..." I lick my lips and watch him kiss my tummy. He lowers a hand and pats over the few stretch marks I have, and kisses them.

When he looks up at me from my lower body, at the most unattractive angle I can imagine, it still feels true.

"Sexy."

He smirks, and I pat his damp hair. "That's right," he says. "We're going to have some fun, Allie."

"Can I have at least a nap first?" Or a full eight hours?

"You get five minutes," he says. He lays down beside me and dips his fingers back inside me. "Then I'm going to need you to clean my cock."

"What?" I glance down and he's holding it up and my eyes nearly shoot out of my head at the sight. It's full and Lucas rubs the wet tip with his thumb. "How are you already hard again?"

"You do this to me. Simple as that." Lucas shrugs while he massages my insides and pulls his fingers out, feeding them to me. "It's not going to lick itself, Allie."

***

Weekends are too short–especially when one is moving. Also, when there's a man biting your neck and reaching down the front of your shorts while your son is in the next room organizing the toys on his bed.

Dad spent the weekend with his new lady friend, so I only talked to him on the phone briefly. He asked if anything was different between us and I said no. I mean, I wasn't going to tell him that Lucas screwed me off the bed and was actively trying to lick every square inch of my body while I was on the phone. Otherwise, I'm not sure what he was expecting.

Lucas bent me over the kitchen counter, the couch, in our bedroom, and between furniture in a small moving truck he rented on Sunday just to get us moved in before the first day of school.

He sucked his fingers clean and smirked when he left a small wet spot on my shorts. I tried to change, but he blocked me from my suitcase in the closet.

"Keep them on. I want to see what I did to you."

Oh, mercy.

I am glad Lucas pushed for us moving in the other night. Apart from that weird few minutes at the dock, he really is more than what I expected. I misjudged him from the start, assuming he was this bad person I made up in my mind.

Unfortunate circumstances and missed opportunities are no one's fault, especially not his. Our situation isn't ideal, but he's made the best of it in a short amount of time.

One summer.

It's fast and we seem to throw caution to the wind with one another, but I'm overly cautious with everything, and he helps me feel free. That's how I know. This is right, and it's what is meant to be.

It's the first day of school and traffic was wild trying to get in. Lucas and I had to park around the back in the staff parking. It's the farthest area from where either of us work, but he joked it was the perfect place to "practice working on the next baby."

He laughed while I glowered at him.

Charity gave me birth control pills already, so I'm not worried about that. As eager as he is, Lucas is supportive of me finishing out my last few months of college. I have to prepare myself for launching a business, so a baby will have to wait.

That's not even considering the fact I mean I won't have another before I'm married. I already haven't fully kept my promise to myself, but it's the tiniest insecurity I have left and I am desperate to hold myself to that. It's important that I finish school and have my own business before our family grows more.

Everyone has their best outfits on and their hair is perfect. Their backpacks, shoes, and everything else all look shiny and new. I dressed down a little since John won't be in the office as much. Just a white sundress with a denim jacket. Lucas kissed my legs when he saw me in my wedge heels.

He said I looked beautiful in a white dress. It may have been a joke, but I'm still waiting for him to propose. If the other night wasn't the perfect spot and setup, I can't imagine what he has planned when he asks. Or what he will plan, rather.

Lucas and I weave through the crowds and get into the office. It's busy and there are students and parents asking the front staff for whatever they need.

With a kiss to my cheek, he whispers he loves me and heads out the door for his day.

The first two hours zoom by with phone calls for me, but it dies down after the initial buzz of the morning. John makes his rounds through the different departments and is off showing some political something person around the school. They're going to have some sort of event or something in the next few months and John is supporting them.

I have no clue. I don't pay attention to these sorts of things.

The clacking of heels and John's voice draw my attention to the door when he walks in. A few men follow behind him in suits. My phone rings and I move to answer when John calls to me.

"I will be right back. Please make yourself comfortable. This is my assistant, Allie, who will help with coordinating."

The smooth voice, like a snake, sends an uncomfortable shiver through me. "Ah, Allison Greenfield, nice to meet you in person."

My smile drops and stomach sinks when I see his face. He's wearing a perfectly tailored suit with his hair slicked back and a shiny watch on his wrist that looks like it cost more than my car. Hell, I'm sure his entire ensemble is more than what I'll make before Christmas.

"H-hello." His wide grin frightens me and I don't even know the man. I just know of him.

He reaches forward to shake my hand. "Mark Vandenburg. I've heard so much about you."