The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: 119 | Semantics

I pulled back from both of them, my breathing ragged and my control hanging by a thread. Diane looked up at me with that satisfied smile still playing on her lips, clearly pleased with herself for reducing me to this state. Sloane was flushed and wide-eyed beside her, looking proud of her own performance.

Yeah, no.

I reached down and grabbed Diane’s wrist, pulling her to her feet before she could react. Her eyes widened in surprise as I walked her backward toward the bed, and when I shoved her down onto the mattress she actually gasped.

The sound went straight to my cock.

"Lukas—" she started, but I cut her off by grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Her legs fell open and I positioned myself between them, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips.

Diane’s shock lasted about two seconds before her expression shifted into something that was pure approval. She propped herself up on her elbows, her pink hair falling around her shoulders and her blue eyes gleaming with that dangerous intelligence that made her so fucking hot.

She glanced at Sloane, who was still kneeling on the floor watching us with her mouth slightly open.

"Let mommy show you how a real woman takes contr—"

I thrust into her in one smooth motion and whatever she was about to say turned into a strangled moan that echoed off the walls. Her pussy clenched around me tight and wet and perfect, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from finishing right there.

Diane’s head fell back and her arms gave out, leaving her flat on the mattress with her legs wrapped around my waist. Her fingers twisted in the sheets and her entire body arched off the bed.

"Fuck," she breathed. "Lukas, you—oh god—"

I started moving, my hips snapping forward in a rhythm that was faster than I’d gone with her before. Usually I let Diane set the pace because she liked being in control, but right now I needed to make a point.

She wasn’t in control. I was.

Her pussy squeezed me with every thrust and the wet sounds of us moving together filled the room alongside her increasingly desperate moans. I’d learned her body over the past two weeks but this was different. This was me taking instead of her giving, and from the way she was falling apart beneath me she was really fucking into it.

"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes, just like that—"

I leaned over her, changing the angle so I was hitting deeper, and her nails raked down my back hard enough to sting. The pain mixed with pleasure and I thrust harder, watching her face contort as she struggled to maintain any composure at all.

Spoiler: she was failing spectacularly.

"Lukas," she moaned, and hearing my name in that breathy desperate tone made something primal coil in my gut. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop—"

I wasn’t planning on it.

My hands moved from her hips to her thighs, pushing them up and out so I could go even deeper. Diane cried out and her whole body shuddered, her inner walls fluttering around me in a way that made my vision blur.

"Look at me," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

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