PLEASURE

Lucas’s shirt that I must’ve worn to sleep last night pressed tightly against me, the design stretching far across the chest and my nipples hard and poking through the material. “Please, Lucas.” I grasped my breasts and tugged on my nipples until I moaned. “Please, give it to me. I’m desperate for your cock.”

After grinding myself against him for a few more moments, he finally broke, pulled me off the bed, and turned me around so my back was pressed against his chest. With his large, callous hands, he pushed down his shorts to his knees and grabbed my elbows, plunging himself inside of me.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured against me, his canines brushing against my soft spot. “We should’ve waited for the others, but I can’t seem to give a fuck anymore.”

I moaned and curled my hands into the sheets, my tits bouncing against my shirt with every thrust. “It feels too good,” I said in a breath. “Too fucking good to wait anymore. They’ll come when they…”

“Oh fuck,” he said,