Flesh: Part Thirteen (The Flesh Series Book 13) Read Online Free

of his cock and points it up at my pussy. I'm surprised that
he's already hard again. It hasn't been that long since I sucked him
off.
    I line myself up
with him, closing my eyes as I begin to lower my body. As soon as his
glans nudges between my pussy lips, Lucian grabs me by the hips,
keeping me steady.
    “ You
really do look tired,” he muses.
    “ I'm
exhausted,” I confess, feeling fatigue slither through my
muscles.
    “ We're
definitely going to have to work on that.”
    I let out a sharp
gasp as he pushes me all the way down onto him, bucking up into me at
the same time. The exhaustion seems to leave me with my breath. Now,
I'm wide awake, consumed by the feeling of his big dick filling me
completely. It's pleasantly intense, making my core throb back to
life.
    Lucian lets go of my
hips and brings his arms back behind his head to relax on the carpet.
“Ride me.”
    I grunt at the
thought of having to do any more work, not that I've done much in the
first place. Lazily, I move my hips, my thighs burning from the
effort. To be honest, I feel like I suck at topping, especially when
I don't have the energy to put a lot of effort into it.
    For several minutes,
Lucian just lays there with his eyes closed. If I didn't know better,
I'd think he was asleep.
    Clumsily, I
reposition my legs, trying to get comfortable. He slips out of me,
and I have difficulty getting him back in. It makes me feel
embarrassingly inexperienced. Internally, I'm praying that he'll help
me or give me some guidance, but he doesn't.
    After making a
pathetic display of riding him for a few more minutes, I give up and
just sit there, allowing my exhaustion to get the better of me.
    Lucian opens one eye
and smirks. “That tired, eh?”
    “ We've
already established this.” I frown at him.
    “ Don't
act like you don't enjoy it.”
    “ I'd
enjoy it more if you were on top.” I give him my best seductive
smile.
    “ I'm
sure you would.” He stretches as if it's a burden to move. Then
he gives me a gentle slap on the ass. “Lift yourself a little.”
    I pull myself up to
put space between us, feeling like it's taking everything in me just
to sit up straight. Lucian crunches forward to grab my hips, his abs
tightening and looking absolutely delicious. As soon as he has a good
hold on me, he leverages it to start thrusting up into me. This
definitely feels a lot better than when I was doing all of the work.
    I inhale deeply, the
scent of way too much sex filling my nostrils. This room is
definitely going to need to be aired out when we're done. The leather
smell is almost gone now. We've tainted it with our scene, drowned it
out.
    For as much as
Lucian keeps teasing me about being tired, I can tell that he's
exhausted as well. Coming seems more like a personal goal than
something to be enjoyed. I smirk while I watch him work, tiny gasps
and moans contorting my expression whenever he rotates his hips.
    I can't help but
wonder if his ass is going to have rug burn after this. It's a rather
amusing thought. And if it does happen, I'll have to make sure to
tease him about it.
    “ Fuck
this,” he grumbles, sitting up and practically pushing me over
onto the floor.
    My eyes widen as he
crawls on top of me, grabs one of my legs, and hikes it up to rest
against his chest before he pushes himself into me again. I gasp as
he starts banging me almost violently, the friction turning pleasure
to pain from overuse. Sore is an understatement for how I feel. My
body has run out of self-lubrication, but that's not about to stop
Lucian. Thankfully, he's already heading into the home stretch, so I
don't bother saying anything. I just press my palm against the floor,
bracing myself, waiting for his climax.
    He groans loudly as
he empties his balls into me, bucking hard to fill me completely.
Even though all I did was lay there, I'm still panting, exhausted
from weathering the pain. Now it's official. My body can take no
more. If he wants to do anything else, he's going