The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: 105 | Peaches & Cream

I grabbed her hips and thrust into her from behind in one smooth motion.

She screamed into the pillow.

I didn’t go slow this time. Couldn’t. The angle was too perfect, too deep. I could feel her everywhere — hot and tight and gripping me like she was trying to pull me even deeper.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted breathlessly. "Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop."

I reached around and found her clit with my fingers. She jerked like she’d been electrocuted, her whole body going taut as a bowstring.

"Lukas, I’m—"

"I know."

"I’m going to—"

"Come for me."

She did.

Her orgasm hit like a controlled detonation. Her body clamped down around me so hard I saw actual stars. She screamed my name into the pillow, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her back arching as every muscle went rigid before melting all at once.

I didn’t stop moving through it. Couldn’t. I kept thrusting, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing with overstimulation.

"Too much," she gasped desperately. "Lukas, it’s too much."

"You can take it."

"I can’t. I really can’t—" Her words dissolved into another moan as I hit that perfect spot again. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I think I’m going to come again."

"Good."

"That’s not supposed to happen so quickly."

"Says who?"

Her second orgasm was quieter than the first but somehow more intense. I felt it in the way her body rippled around me, in the way her hands fisted desperately in the sheets, in the broken sound that escaped her throat.

"Lukas," she whimpered. "I really can’t take any more."

"One more."

"No."

"Yes."

I pulled out and she made a genuinely desperate sound of loss. I flipped her onto her back again, taking in her flushed face and sweaty hair. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She looked completely wrecked in the best possible way.

"You’re actually trying to kill me," she accused weakly.

"Not yet."

I pushed back inside and she was so oversensitive that even that gentle movement made her gasp sharply.

"Look at me," I commanded.

She did, her blue eyes locking onto mine with visible effort.

I started moving again, slower this time but deeper. I wanted to watch her face, to see every expression that crossed her features.

"I love you," I said.

Her eyes went impossibly wide. "Lukas—"

"I love you, Sloane."

"You’re just saying that because we’re—"

"I’m saying it because it’s true."

I leaned down and kissed her with everything I had. She melted into it completely, her legs wrapping around my waist, her hands tangling in my hair and holding me close.

When I pulled back, there were tears tracking down her cheeks.

"Hey," I said softly, concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She sniffled slightly. "I’m just — this is overwhelming."

"Too overwhelming? We can stop."

"No. It’s perfect." She pulled me down for another kiss, this one softer. "Everything about this is perfect."

I could feel my own orgasm building steadily, coiling low in my spine and getting harder to hold back with each thrust.

"Sloane," I groaned. "I’m getting close."

"Me too."

"Where do you want me to—"

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