Chapter 91: Some fun*

After they finish their fun session which soon turned into a quite passionate moment, they got out of the stream.

“You need to change or you will get a cold.” Luke said as he ruffled his wet hair. As he said, he looked down at the woman before her.

The way her white dress clung to her sinful form…goddamn.

Her bust was no smaller than Monica’s and the way her waist flared to meet her child bearing hips…he knew he would have a good time taking the woman from behind.

He could barely stop himself from getting hard at the sight. His tight pants would have easily given him away so he looked somewhere else.

Roxanne looked down at herself before sighing, “I don’t have any other clothes.” She was a mess. Though she doesn’t regret what happened…for most of the part, she couldn’t go back to the village in this state as well.

Then, Luke suddenly crouched and picked his small pouch.

He bought a towel from the Shop…and something fun.

“Here you go,” he handed her a black bikini and the towel said, “Take everything off and wear it.”

Roxanne blushed fiercely as she picked the skimpy underwear he has given her as she said, “What in the world is it?”

Luke shrugged, “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else. And if you don’t get rid of those clothes soon, they won’t dry up and we will be stranded here till night.”

Roxanne could tell that Luke was needlessly rushing her to change.

She narrowed her eyes at him but then she turned and said, “I am going behind the tree. Don’t come anywhere near it.”

Luke snickered. Shaking his head, he decided to take off his clothes too.

He bought a fresh pair of shorts and a towel.

He wiped the water from his body with quick, rough strokes of the towel before pulling on his shorts, the fabric clinging slightly to his still-damp skin.

Moments later, Roxanne emerged from behind the tree, her cheeks flushed a deep, burning red that spread down her neck and across her chest.

She stood there, arms crossed tightly over her bare bust, trying to shield herself, but the attempt only accentuated the lush fullness of her figure.

The flimsy fabric of her top hung low and loose, the thin straps slipping weakly off her rounded shoulders, barely clinging on.

Her breasts were full and heavy, soft and inviting, the pale swells spilling slightly over her forearms as she pressed them together.

Droplets of water still trickled down the deep valley between them, tracing glistening paths over her smooth, warm skin.

She was slightly plump in the most alluring way: thick and curvaceous, with a soft, feminine plushness that made his mouth water.

Her waist dipped in gently before flaring out into wide, generous hips and thick, pillowy thighs that rubbed together as she shifted nervously. A soft belly curved outward just enough to give her that delicious, huggable look, the kind of body that begged to be grabbed, squeezed, and worshipped.

Her skin glowed with a healthy sheen from the river, every inch looking warm, supple, and incredibly touchable.

Looking lower, he saw that she had also covered her lower region with one hand, her palm pressed modestly over the front of her soaked underwear.

The wet fabric clung shamelessly to her, outlining the plump mound of her pussy.

Roxanne’s breathing was still quick and shallow, her full lips parted, eyes darting away from his intense gaze even as her body betrayed her with that bright, embarrassed flush and the way her nipples poked visibly against her arm.

She looked utterly tempting: soft, ripe, and trembling with a mix of shyness and leftover heat from their kiss.

“What happened?” He asked after a long pause.

Roxanne, still not looking at him said, “Can’t tie the knot…”

Luke wordlessly stepped closer.

Her body tensed up at his approach. She could feel his gaze all over her body…devouring her. She has never seen a man being attracted to her body like this.

She felt hot and bothered even though she shouldn’t be.

He stopped before her, his gaze looking down at her. His hot breath brushing on her skin, making her tingly.

Then, in a low voice he said, “Right now…I am barely stopping myself from doing something to you which you won’t like.”

Roxanne slowly bit her lower lip before saying, “Why…are you looking at me this way? I am not your mate…”

The instinct of a female told her that this male desired her. He wanted to mate with her.

He suddenly held her hand and parted it away from her bust, exposing her heavy, bare breasts to the cool evening air. Roxanne’s breath hitched sharply.

Her full, rounded tits bounced softly with the movement, the dark pink nipples already stiff and pebbled, glistening with leftover river water. They sat high and proud on her soft, plush chest, the generous curves swaying with every quick, nervous breath she took.

Shame and subtle excitement forced her to close her eyes as she heard him say, “Right now…we are just two run away rogues. No one knows that we are here…so whatever happens between us would remain between us.”

Roxanne looked up at him and said, “…we shouldn’t do this…Luke…I can’t betray my mate….this goes beyond what I can allow myself.”

Luke didn’t respond immediately before his hand finally cupped her heavy bust, making her moan.

“We won’t cross the line but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun.” He said and didn’t give her time to argue.

His mouth crashed down on hers in a hot, demanding kiss, swallowing her weak protest.

Roxanne’s eyes widened in surprise, but the moment his tongue pushed past her lips and tangled with hers, a helpless moan slipped out.

He tasted like river water and raw desire, and it made her head spin.

He walked her backward until her back met the rough bark of a tree, pressing her plush body against it with just enough pressure to trap her there without hurting her.

One large hand stayed on her heavy breast, kneading the soft, full flesh greedily. His fingers sank into the warm, yielding weight, squeezing and lifting it as his thumb flicked roughly over her stiff nipple, rolling the sensitive peak until she arched into his touch.

“Luke…” she gasped against his mouth, but the sound came out breathy and needy instead of resistant.

His other hand wasted no time. It slid down her soft belly, over the gentle curve, and straight between her thick thighs.

He cupped her soaked pussy through the thin, clinging fabric, feeling the heat and slickness radiating from her.

Her eyes widened…that place!

With a low groan, he pushed the wet material aside and dragged two thick fingers along her slippery folds, parting them slowly.

Roxanne jolted at the intimate touch, her legs trembling. “We… we shouldn’t—” she tried again, but the words dissolved into a sharp cry when his fingers found her swollen clit and began strumming it in firm, steady circles.

He kept kissing her deeply, tongue swirling and sucking on hers while his hand worked between her legs.

His fingers teased her entrance, coating themselves in her arousal before one thick digit slowly pushed inside her tight, dripping heat.

She was so wet that it slid in easily, and he curled it gently, stroking that sensitive spot inside her as his thumb continued rubbing her clit in perfect rhythm.

The dual sensation — his rough palm massaging her heavy tit and his skilled fingers pumping slowly in and out of her pussy — was too much.

Roxanne’s hips rocked instinctively against his hand, her soft belly pressing against his abs, her thick thighs quivering around his wrist.

What was this?! Why was she feeling like this?! This was so wrong but so damn pleasurable!

Luke broke the kiss just enough to growl against her lips, “That’s it, lady… just feel it. So fucking wet for me already.”

He added a second finger, stretching her gently as he thrust them deeper, faster, the wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her slick pussy filling the quiet air.

His other hand pinched and tugged at her nipple, pulling it downward lightly sending sparks straight to her core.

Roxanne’s breathing turned into desperate little pants. Her head fell back against the tree, eyes half-lidded, mouth open in silent cries.

The pleasure built fast and sharp, coiling tight in her lower belly.

She tried to hold it back, tried to remember why this was wrong, but Luke’s fingers were relentless — curling, stroking, rubbing her clit with just the right pressure.

“Oh… oh god…” she whimpered, her walls suddenly clenching hard around his fingers.

Before she could stop it, her orgasm crashed over her in a hot, blinding wave. Her thick body shuddered violently against the tree, her heavy breasts bouncing with each spasm as her pussy pulsed and gushed around his pumping fingers.

A long, broken moan tore from her throat, her legs shaking so badly she would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her up.

Luke kept fingering her through it, slow and loving, drawing out every last tremor until she was panting and trembling in his arms, her face flushed crimson and her soft, curvy body limp with pleasure.

He finally slowed his movements, leaving his fingers buried deep inside her twitching heat as he pressed a gentler kiss to her swollen lips.

“See?” he murmured, voice dark and satisfied. “We didn’t cross the line… but you still enjoyed being with me so much.”

Roxanne could only whimper softly, eyes glassy, her plush thighs still clamped around his hand as aftershocks rippled through her.

What….just happened?

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A/N:- Sometimes even Luke loses his restraints.

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