𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲

crave him

Let me help you forget tonight sweetheart.

I was hoping he'd ask, really hoping. Ever since I saw him leaning against his car, I could tell he wanted more than just a ride. Lukas' eyes are pulling me in, dazzling underneath the streetlights.

His dark brown hair is falling into his eyelashes as he gazes down at me. I can think of nothing but how good his hands feel wrapped around my waist, how much I want him, crave him.

I crash my lips to his, getting tangled, and tangled, and even more tangled into him. Somehow it feels different, I feel connected in a different way. I like it; the light touch of his lips, the soft bites and pressure he adds in the perfect areas when he kisses me.

Whatever this is; him touching me, is only going to get better and better.

Worse and worse.

But even though it feels this way for me, I wonder how good it feels for him. And in a way, if he feels this same connection as I do?

I want to deny that I want him to feel connected to me. But I know I can't. In my head I get a sort of satisfaction thinking that he does connect to me.

He pulls away out of breath, placing his hand on the lining of my sweater, pulling, tugging, until I can feel the coolness of his fingertips against my bare skin.

His hands wrap around my neck, fingertips going lower and lower, tracing the tedious trail my spine leads him down. I shiver at the coldness of his fingertips, watching his eyes, his lips parted just like mine.

There's no one around, but I don't dare make a sound. I'm not afraid that anyone will hear me; I'm scared that when I let out a single breath, I won't be able to stop reacting to his touch. His hands meet my waist, pulling me up so that I'm rubbing his dick. I can feel him through my panties, and fuck.

He's so hard.

He groans when I move against him, tightening his arms around my waist. "I love when you grind against my cock like that sweetheart." His voice is low, needy, and fucking desperate just like mine.

He craves me.

"Yeah?" I'm teasing him, just the way he likes it. It seems that every time I'm a little sassy I get exactly what I'm looking for.

"You little fucking tease." Lukas' wrist comes to tighten around my neck as I move faster, wishing he was in me while I grind against his bulge.

"You want a rough fuck huh? Is that what you want?" His voice sounds so different, so commanding.

I wonder if he's daring me to say no?

His hands slides between my legs rubbing the outside of my little red thong before dipping his fingers into me. "Hmm?"

God, he's pushing me to the edge already. "Yes."

And when I see the fucking smirk on his face I know I've just made a deal with the devil.

"Let's hope you can still stand after this, Sweetheart." And that's when he almost rips through my panties while he fucks me so hard with his fingers that I see stars. I'm bouncing so hard, so fast, so rough that I can barely think. My mind is going in circles, reeling, losing myself in the satisfaction I get from him... all of him.

"You love getting fingerfucked huh?" I don't answer, trying to hold the screams that beg to leave my mouth in. "Nasty little bitch. Who knew the boss' assistant would open her legs wide open for him anytime he wanted?"

I'm hot, so hot. I want to tell him so bad how I love to be fucked. I love to be in his arms with his fingers curled deep inside me; receiving all the pleasure he gives me