Midnight Daffodil (Poisonous Petals #1)

Chapter 14Olivia

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OLIVIA

M y body shuddered, utterly spent. Luke’s capable mouth sent shockwaves through my blood. His blue eyes grinning up at me while he devoured my pussy, created a core memory I knew I’d relive for the rest of my life. My inner thighs were tender from his powerful grip, and my core throbbed with life, hungry and aching.

“Are you ready for me, angel?” he asked softly.

My thighs were draped over his as he sat up, leaning back on his ankles, savoring the chaos he wrought. His lips curled into a smile as his eyes darkened.

“You’re gonna look gorgeous stuffed full of my dick.” Another wave of arousal rushed through me at his words. “I can’t wait to watch my cum drip out of you.”

I snaked my hands under the clothes he still wore and met his hard hip bone. His skin seared mine. He grasped the back of the collar and ripped the shirt off in one motion, leaving me admiring his physique.

Luke’s core muscles looked good enough to eat. His bronze skin stretched tightly over every ridge, and his pecs flexed, rippling with sinewy strength with every movement.

His body branded my eyes permanently. My gaze scraped down his chest to the deliciously tight abs I thought existed only in dreams. Horizontal bands of muscle wrapped his torso, tapering down to a mouthwatering "v" shape at the seam of his gray sweatpants.

“Take those off,” I choked out.

His narrow waist would be perfectly housed between my legs. I could already envision them wrapped around him. My clit swelled in anticipation.

Grinning mischievously, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slid them off. My heart beat wildly in my chest like an untamed animal. Drool pooled in the corners of my mouth, looking at the powerful quads he revealed right as his cock bobbed out at attention. I licked my lips at the sight of the huge appendage. Swollen and leaking precome, Luke was absolutely glorious.

Thick veins ran along the underside, leaving the top smooth.

Would this even fit? Oh my God!

I reached out, taking the warm flesh in my hands. My fingers couldn’t even wrap around it; it was thick like a soda can. The velvet soft skin twitched in my grasp.

“Fuck, angel,” he groaned. “I don’t wanna cover your face in my cum, and seeing your hand gripping me is getting me fucking close.”

Nervousness flooded me like a river breaching its banks as if it were my first time. I’d only ever been with one man—Matt. Anxiety trickled up my spine.

Was I even good enough for someone like Luke? I’m so damaged.

My pussy reminded me she had one very important goal, shaking the negative thoughts away.

I would chase this feeling. The feeling I’d craved since I was a naive college student. I yearned for the sensation I only seemed to get when Luke touched me.

I was ready for Luke to pound into me. To stretch me until I was screaming. I wanted to be leaking both of us by the end of the night.

“Please, Luke, I want you,” I pleaded, running my hands along his abs. I was soaking. He’d slip right in with little resistance.

“What do you want me to do to you, angel?” He teased me. Fisting his colossal cock and slowly stroking it up and down, his eyes never left mine. Precome dripped out of the bulging head, oozing onto my belly.

“Please, take me.” I was practically panting.

“Take you where, baby?”

He’s going to be the death of me.

“Luke,” I started. “Please. I need you inside of me.”

“You want me to fuck this pretty pussy of yours?” His eyes glinted like a razor’s edge.

I bobbed my head. “Yes.”

“I’ll paint your cunt with my cum,” he growled, his fist gripping his cock like a vice.

Luke lined himself at my entrance, the heat of his body caressing my most intimate area. With agonizingly slow movements, he entered me. I choked back a groan as every inch greeted me with relentless pleasure. Filling me like I’d never been filled before.

Waves of pleasure crackled across my skin like starbursts. Stretched beyond comprehension, my muscles tensed, resisting entry.

“Halfway in, angel.” His voice whispered over my skin, drawing pebbles to the surface.

Pain and ecstasy mingled like a stormy sea meeting the shore, crashing and retreating. His cock slid into my core with an explicit sound that had me clenching every muscle around him.

His breathing was ragged as he watched himself disappear into me.

Luke threw his head back in a guttural moan. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

Veins nudged my engorged clit as the last inch demanded entry. My body was greedy, needing him. Craving him the way the Earth craved Spring after Winter. Spreading myself further, my body accepted his massive cock.

Stretched obscenely, Luke thrust once, allowing him to bottom out completely. He stilled, his hard length teasing my aching clit.

“Shit,” he cursed. “Your pussy is so smooth and hot. Like fucking cream. Your grip on me is like nothing I’ve ever felt.”

“How good does it feel?” I urged him on.

“It’s fucking heaven.” Leaning his weight on his fists that were on either side of my head, he came down and claimed my mouth. His tongue tangoed with mine, mimicking the way his cock was slowly stroking into me.

I wrapped my arms around his perfectly chiseled shoulders and pulled him closer to me. I spread my legs as wide as possible, pushing my knees out to the sides of my body.

“You’re gonna make me lose control, angel,” he growled against my lips. His cock twitched inside of me; my eyes rolled back, relishing in the feeling. The motion made me feel lusciously full.

“Lose it, Sergeant,” I said. My mouth found his, caressing the soft, full lips in a plea for him to take me hard and fast.

And fuck, did he lose it.

He pulled out to the head. My insides gripped him tightly, refusing to lose the sensation of his dick filling me. He pounded back into me to the hilt painfully. Luke reached a spot in me I didn’t know existed with an explicit wet smack.

He quickened his pace, driving my willing body wild, sending shivers down my spine with each stroke of his cock. My body responded eagerly. His name dripped from my lips.

He drove his hips into me. Pumping into my pussy, bringing me to the edge of another orgasm.

“God, Luke, you feel amazing inside of me.”

He hammered his cock against my cervix with delicious intensity. I ached to spread myself wider, craving for him to take me harder, faster. He fucked me with hot urgency. His gasps turned to quick moans as he slowed the pace, drawing out the pleasure.

He thumbed my clit, flicking it until shimmers danced in my vision. My back arched impossibly underneath him as he slipped his arm under me. With an obscene wet noise, I screamed as I came hard, losing control. As if the bed beneath me had vanished, I floated in a sea of rapture only he could provide. Luke sat up, pinching my clit between his two fingers as my pussy convulsed.

“Luke, please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for.

Gripping him was the only thing I could feel. The fullness of our joint bodies consuming, like a wildfire burning down a forest, he watched me come undone again, the intensity nearly sending his cock out of my body as my climax squirted from me.

“God damn, you are perfect. Your pussy takes me so well, baby,” he moaned, leaning down to take my nipple into his mouth.

His tongue flicked across the stiff peaks the same way it did my pussy. I cried out in ecstasy, scratching down his back, lost in the moment.

“Fuck,” he chanted as he hammered into me faster. “I’m about to come, angel.”

He said the words as his hard dick slid halfway out of me, running along my swollen clit, eliciting more gushing. His cock glistened with my essence. I stole a glance at where our bodies met and clenched. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to come down on me, unyielding, powerful, raw.

I needed more. I needed him more than I needed oxygen in my lungs.

Luke grabbed my jaw with his hand and jerked my face to him, licking the seam of my lips until they parted. His tongue delved inside of me, consuming me. His cock continued to demolish my pussy.

His lips crashed against mine with a fervor that left me breathless as his grip on my jaw intensified. A raw sound escaped my throat as his dick twitched in me once, twice—the third time.

“Fuck! Olivia,” he moaned into the side of my neck. His cock jerked in me, and I felt the first hot rush of cum coating my insides. My body clamped down on his as the second surge of cum came rushing in. His cock twitched and pulsed as he littered kisses over every surface his lips could reach.

My sensitive clit throbbed to the rhythm of his climax. He leaned up, pulling halfway out—the shaft coated in the thick fluid. I tightened as best I could, not wanting to lose a single part of him. His hard dick slid all the way out with a line of cum tying us together.

He ran his fingers through my pussy, gathering us on the tips. Fisting himself, he scooped our elixir onto the head of it and plunged back into me.

He took his come soaked fingers and shoved them in my mouth.

The taste of us erupted on my taste buds. It lingered after I swallowed.

“Good girl. Swallow it all,” he said.

My pussy twitched at his praise. His cock stood at half mast as he slid in and out of my core.

“I don’t want to waste a single drop. I want it all inside of you,” he said, kissing me softly. The words hung in the air as he leaned in, his touch gentle against my lips. Still connected, I felt him soften and pull out.

“Right where it belongs.” He kissed my neck.

The loss of him left me feeling empty. He showered me with kisses as my thunderous heart calmed. His ocean blue gaze peered down at me, the dim lighting making him picturesque.

“You’re beautiful, Olivia,” he murmured, stroking my face.

My heart squeezed at his words. No human was this perfect, and no perfect human ever wanted me.

“What’s going through your mind, angel?”

“Just thinking about you,” I said softly.

“Funny, I was thinking about you too,” he said, smiling. His eyes crinkled a bit at the sides, which only ignited my attraction to him.

I squeezed my legs together.

No damn way she’s ready to be stuffed again.

“If you want this dick again, just ask, angel. I’ll give it to you all fucking night.”

As if he was a mindreader, he kissed me and flipped me onto my stomach. His huge hands pressed into my lower back, massaging my ass cheeks. Spreading them for a better look, he ran the head of his already hard cock through my come soaked pussy.

I felt the warm pressure of him pressing into me from behind. I angled my hips to feel him slap against my clit as he took me from the back roughly. His arm came around me, flicking the sensitive nerves until I came undone—again.

“You’re insatiable.” He breathed in my ear as I felt my come leak down my inner thighs. “I love how wet you get for me.”

He said the words just as he blew another load of hot fluid inside of me. I screamed into the pillowcase as he filled me a second time. I laid on my stomach, squeezing my thighs shut to alleviate the loss of him. He laid down next to me, pulling the covers over our bodies.

Wrapped in warmth and safety, I felt comfortable for once. Battling sleep, I smiled as he pressed a kiss to my nose, then to my forehead.

“Sleep,” he told me. “We have plenty of time.”

M att haunted my dreams even as I felt Luke’s warm body beside me. Every time I shifted, he stirred, comforting me and ensuring I was alright. He’d kiss me passionately, and we’d talk like teens in love. The hushed conversations ended with him plunging into me.

The nightmares continued until the sunlight soaked through the blinds. As I peeked my eyes open, Luke’s heavy bicep draped over me in a protective cuddle. His chest rose and fell against my back, indicating sleep still claimed him. I noticed the golden glow of the sun washed light over Luke’s tattooed arm. Black and gray military ink covered his pale skin. Like a highway, veins mapped out his body, interconnecting then disappearing into his shoulder.

Throughout the night, it became clear that Luke was a light sleeper. The moment I moved, he would wake. The ache crescendoed between my legs as pain took root.

That was the roughest night you’ve ever had.

I slid myself out from under his iron grip and hustled to the bathroom. The snick of the door closing sounded like an avalanche in the silence.

Luke was going to wake up any minute, regardless of how stealthy I’d been. I stood in front of the mirror and turned on the faucet, splashing cool water on my face to clear the morning fog. Hickies and teeth marks littered my skin. Between my legs was red and swollen, and my body slowly expelled our passion.

Reality struck me in the chest like a bullet. The previous night seeped in with ugly truth. I cheated on Matt. I cheated on Matt with the one person he told me not to.

Fuck.

If you ever let him fuck your pussy, I’ll kill you.

Matt was always serious.

Beyond a reasonable doubt.

He meant what he said that night. My blood ran glacial, knowing what he would do when he found out. Because he always found out.

My reflection stared back at me, a pitiful shadow of despair.

I had nothing, while Matt had everything. I couldn’t stay here; even with Vera's support, living with her wasn't an option. Of everyone in my life, only Vera moved across the country to be near me. And I hadn’t seen my parents in years because of Matt, so they were out too.

The first tremor started in my arms.

I couldn’t stay here. Going back to Matt was my only option.

I was full of another man’s cum.

Double fuck.

I fell to my knees at the toilet, puking up everything I had eaten the night before.

He would know. He always knew every single time I did something. I never outsmarted him. No one did.

A gentle knock at the door interrupted the frenzied monologue.

“Olivia, are you alright in there?” Luke asked softly from the other side.

“I’m okay.” My voice barely above a whisper as I wiped the vomit from the side of my mouth. “Could I take a shower?”

Silence.

“Of course you can, angel,” he finally said.

Guilt hit me like a semi on a four lane highway. I staggered into his standup shower, feeling another wave of nausea wash over me.

I slowly turned on the dual nozzles, feeling the rush of heat as the water cascaded down. My skin burned, and the water did nothing to wash away what I’d done and who I’d done it with.

My discarded outfit lay in a tangled heap on the floor, a testament to the chaotic night that had just passed. I hastily pulled on the worn leggings and soft sweatshirt, abandoning the panties as a lost cause. As I struggled to gather my scattered thoughts, my hands fumbled through the mess, searching for my phone.

Locating it, I stepped out of the bathroom only to run into Luke, who leaned shirtless against the doorframe. The gray sweatpants barely concealed the massive cock between his muscular thighs.

“How was the shower?” he asked like he already knew what I had plotted out.

I felt my lips pull into what was probably an ugly smile. My eyes raked over Luke’s perfect physique one last time, submitting it to memory for the rest of my life.

Which would probably end once Matt found out .

He rested his head against his forearm, his eyes a beautiful color I would miss.

“It was fine.”

My hands shook. I had to go.

Stay! Stay! Stay!

Every cell in my body wanted to stay. But it wasn’t safe. For either of us.

“You’re leavin’ me, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

His voice trembled, an anguished whisper dripping with desperation. His towering frame trapped me, his gaze burning into mine, refusing to release me.

I swallowed hard, my throat constricting with the weight of my mistake. The air was heavy with unspoken truths, and I couldn’t find the courage to admit the devastating extent of my fuck up. Couldn’t confess how I utterly ruined everything.

Or how I was going to.