Lucky's Choice
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“Is that one a cricket?”
“Yes, crickets alert you to danger. They stop chirping when someone gets near.”
“Good luck symbols don’t go against your religious beliefs?”
“God created them all,” he said simply. “Besides, I don’t put my faith in them; I put my faith in Him.”
“A little extra luck never hurts.” Willa smiled, running her hand over his shoulder.
“Exactly.” His hands went to her hips, scooting her down in the bed to lie next to him.
Willa stared up into his hazel eyes. “How did you get those scars?”
“I was shot a few times.”
“More than a few. I counted six.”
Lucky wiped a tear away from her cheek. “Siren, I don’t want to see any tears from you on our wedding night.”
Willa turned her face to the side, unable to bear looking at his beautiful face. “I could have never met you.”
His hand turned her back to face him. “I’m here, exactly where I was meant to be.” Lucky touched the corner of her mouth with his.
“I can’t believe I started laughing when Pastor Sparks read your first name.”
Lucky smiled against her lips. “What’s so funny about Lucky David Dean?”
“I thought Lucky was your nickname.”
“My mother named me when I was born three months premature, and the doctors told my parents I wouldn’t make it. She always said I started life with a lucky star in the sky, but my father gave all the credit to God. He named me David because he said I had to fight giant obstacles to live. Each week, they said something would go wrong: my lungs, my kidneys, and then my liver. The doctors said I was a miracle,” he finished wryly.
Her arms wound around his neck. “I believe that, too.” Her hand went to his face. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Men aren’t beautiful.” His mouth went to the cleft of her breasts. “You want to know a secret? Your breasts are sexy as fuck.”
“You like my breasts?” They were the only part of her anatomy that she wasn’t embarrassed by.
“Siren, ‘like’ isn’t the word I would use.” He rose slightly, pulling the spaghetti straps down until her breasts were uncovered, and her rosy nipples were peaked. Then Lucky took one into his mouth.
Willa buried her hands in his hair. “Lucky, there’s something you should know. I don’t take pain very well.”
His tongue began playing with the tip of her nipple. “Siren, there is pain …” His teeth latched onto her nipple. The tiny pain didn’t hurt, but the fear had her center melting. “Then there’s pain.” His hand slid under the hem of her gown, finding the tiny, black panties, and he slipped his hand underneath.
His fingers found her clit, rubbing the nub until she tried to twist to escape his torment. However, Lucky didn’t allow her to flee his torture, plunging a finger inside to stroke her pussy into grinding back against the palm of his hand.
Willa moaned. “I can’t catch my breath.”
“Take a deep breath and hold on. It gets better,” Lucky taunted, adjusting his body.
He slid down the length of her body, tugging her gown up and exposing the lace panties with the tiny red bows that were tied at the side.
“Isn’t that convenient.” He untied the panties, easily removing them. “You need to buy those in every color.”
“I’ll watch for them to go on sale.”
“Buy them, anyway. I’ll give you my credit card.” Lucky kissed the smooth flesh he exposed.
“I’ll still wait for the sale. I don’t believe in throwing money away.”
Lucky chuckled against her. “This is a surprise.”
“That I’m thrifty?”
“That you shaved.”
“I read magazines,” Willa retorted primly.
“I have to admit, I’m kind of disappointed.”
“Really?”
“I was looking forward to doing it.”
The thought of Lucky shaving her had her thankful that she had taken care of that herself. Lucky with anything sharp in his hand made her nervous. She wouldn’t even cook him anything that required him cutting since Killyama and the biker bitches had her spooked. She had even debated giving her knife block to the church store.
Her thoughts were diverted when his tongue touched her clit. She jumped, nearly knocking Lucky off her. He pinned her down to the bed with his muscular body while he explored her damp flesh, showing her a pain of need that had her fighting against the climax that was consuming her pussy. His hard hands parted her thighs wider before his tongue slid inside of her, pressing high as he rubbed against her walls.
The heels of her feet tried to find traction on the mattress but Lucky forestalled her, hooking his arms under her knees and lifting them to her chest. Then his mouth went to her neck as he rose above her, and she felt the touch of his cock against her opening.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” Willa whimpered.
His cock slid inside her, pushing against the barrier within her pussy as he went deeper.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes!” Willa hit his shoulders. “You’re taking too long.”
She felt his body shaking in laughter. “Then hold on, and I’ll see what I can do about going faster.” Lucky lifted her thighs higher.
Willa was concentrating so hard on the pull of her muscles in her legs that she barely felt it when Lucky surged inside of her, thrusting his cock home. A gasp escaped her lips at the feeling of him stretching her, his pelvis flush against hers.
“Does it hurt?” he breathed into her mouth, licking her bottom lip.
“It feels wonderful.” Willa’s body shook as Lucky slid out then thrust back inside with a powerful stroke.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned.
“I never expected it to feel this good.” Willa wanted desperately to move, but Lucky’s hold kept him in control of her and the climax that was just out of her reach. “Can we do this all the time?”
Lucky groaned again. “Can we finish this time first?”
“I don’t want it to end,” Willa said fervently.
“You won’t be saying that in five minutes,” Lucky promised.
She was so glad she had gone to her doctor to get birth control so they could have their wedding night with nothing between them.
When he had begun making love to her, it had been a gentle breeze floating across her body, escalating to the beginning of a storm that began lifting her away until she only felt what he was doing to her body. She felt like she was being tossed about in the whirlwind of desire to the point that she was afraid she wouldn’t come out the same as when she had gone in, losing a part of herself in the eye of the storm that she would only find again when she returned.
Lucky’s movements sped up, his body moving over hers hard enough to shake the bed. Her body was at the mercy of the storm that had built until it couldn’t be contained any longer.
“Yes, crickets alert you to danger. They stop chirping when someone gets near.”
“Good luck symbols don’t go against your religious beliefs?”
“God created them all,” he said simply. “Besides, I don’t put my faith in them; I put my faith in Him.”
“A little extra luck never hurts.” Willa smiled, running her hand over his shoulder.
“Exactly.” His hands went to her hips, scooting her down in the bed to lie next to him.
Willa stared up into his hazel eyes. “How did you get those scars?”
“I was shot a few times.”
“More than a few. I counted six.”
Lucky wiped a tear away from her cheek. “Siren, I don’t want to see any tears from you on our wedding night.”
Willa turned her face to the side, unable to bear looking at his beautiful face. “I could have never met you.”
His hand turned her back to face him. “I’m here, exactly where I was meant to be.” Lucky touched the corner of her mouth with his.
“I can’t believe I started laughing when Pastor Sparks read your first name.”
Lucky smiled against her lips. “What’s so funny about Lucky David Dean?”
“I thought Lucky was your nickname.”
“My mother named me when I was born three months premature, and the doctors told my parents I wouldn’t make it. She always said I started life with a lucky star in the sky, but my father gave all the credit to God. He named me David because he said I had to fight giant obstacles to live. Each week, they said something would go wrong: my lungs, my kidneys, and then my liver. The doctors said I was a miracle,” he finished wryly.
Her arms wound around his neck. “I believe that, too.” Her hand went to his face. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Men aren’t beautiful.” His mouth went to the cleft of her breasts. “You want to know a secret? Your breasts are sexy as fuck.”
“You like my breasts?” They were the only part of her anatomy that she wasn’t embarrassed by.
“Siren, ‘like’ isn’t the word I would use.” He rose slightly, pulling the spaghetti straps down until her breasts were uncovered, and her rosy nipples were peaked. Then Lucky took one into his mouth.
Willa buried her hands in his hair. “Lucky, there’s something you should know. I don’t take pain very well.”
His tongue began playing with the tip of her nipple. “Siren, there is pain …” His teeth latched onto her nipple. The tiny pain didn’t hurt, but the fear had her center melting. “Then there’s pain.” His hand slid under the hem of her gown, finding the tiny, black panties, and he slipped his hand underneath.
His fingers found her clit, rubbing the nub until she tried to twist to escape his torment. However, Lucky didn’t allow her to flee his torture, plunging a finger inside to stroke her pussy into grinding back against the palm of his hand.
Willa moaned. “I can’t catch my breath.”
“Take a deep breath and hold on. It gets better,” Lucky taunted, adjusting his body.
He slid down the length of her body, tugging her gown up and exposing the lace panties with the tiny red bows that were tied at the side.
“Isn’t that convenient.” He untied the panties, easily removing them. “You need to buy those in every color.”
“I’ll watch for them to go on sale.”
“Buy them, anyway. I’ll give you my credit card.” Lucky kissed the smooth flesh he exposed.
“I’ll still wait for the sale. I don’t believe in throwing money away.”
Lucky chuckled against her. “This is a surprise.”
“That I’m thrifty?”
“That you shaved.”
“I read magazines,” Willa retorted primly.
“I have to admit, I’m kind of disappointed.”
“Really?”
“I was looking forward to doing it.”
The thought of Lucky shaving her had her thankful that she had taken care of that herself. Lucky with anything sharp in his hand made her nervous. She wouldn’t even cook him anything that required him cutting since Killyama and the biker bitches had her spooked. She had even debated giving her knife block to the church store.
Her thoughts were diverted when his tongue touched her clit. She jumped, nearly knocking Lucky off her. He pinned her down to the bed with his muscular body while he explored her damp flesh, showing her a pain of need that had her fighting against the climax that was consuming her pussy. His hard hands parted her thighs wider before his tongue slid inside of her, pressing high as he rubbed against her walls.
The heels of her feet tried to find traction on the mattress but Lucky forestalled her, hooking his arms under her knees and lifting them to her chest. Then his mouth went to her neck as he rose above her, and she felt the touch of his cock against her opening.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” Willa whimpered.
His cock slid inside her, pushing against the barrier within her pussy as he went deeper.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes!” Willa hit his shoulders. “You’re taking too long.”
She felt his body shaking in laughter. “Then hold on, and I’ll see what I can do about going faster.” Lucky lifted her thighs higher.
Willa was concentrating so hard on the pull of her muscles in her legs that she barely felt it when Lucky surged inside of her, thrusting his cock home. A gasp escaped her lips at the feeling of him stretching her, his pelvis flush against hers.
“Does it hurt?” he breathed into her mouth, licking her bottom lip.
“It feels wonderful.” Willa’s body shook as Lucky slid out then thrust back inside with a powerful stroke.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned.
“I never expected it to feel this good.” Willa wanted desperately to move, but Lucky’s hold kept him in control of her and the climax that was just out of her reach. “Can we do this all the time?”
Lucky groaned again. “Can we finish this time first?”
“I don’t want it to end,” Willa said fervently.
“You won’t be saying that in five minutes,” Lucky promised.
She was so glad she had gone to her doctor to get birth control so they could have their wedding night with nothing between them.
When he had begun making love to her, it had been a gentle breeze floating across her body, escalating to the beginning of a storm that began lifting her away until she only felt what he was doing to her body. She felt like she was being tossed about in the whirlwind of desire to the point that she was afraid she wouldn’t come out the same as when she had gone in, losing a part of herself in the eye of the storm that she would only find again when she returned.
Lucky’s movements sped up, his body moving over hers hard enough to shake the bed. Her body was at the mercy of the storm that had built until it couldn’t be contained any longer.
