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Leia lay sprawled across her bed, completely naked, legs spread wide in a deliberate, inviting V, offering an unobstructed view of her wet cunt, with her chin resting on one of her pillows as she read her textbook. Her hair, still wet from the shower, clung to her neck and shoulders, as she tried her best to focus, her mind constantly drifting to the promise her daddy had made her, her core clenching with need, causing more fluids to leak from her core. She kicked up her feet waiting, trying to pass the time as quickly as possible.
The door swung open with a, violent thud, as it slammed against her dresser. Leia didn’t even look up from her book as Luke stormed in, erratic, aggressive, breathing heavy, door falling shut behind him. He didn't say a word; he didn't need to. He was pissed and he had come to Leia to do what they always did whenever he was angry. The sight of Leia presented for him, her hole exposed and waiting, was the only cure for his frustration.
Leia didn't so much as shift as Luke frantically stripped, his clothes falling to the floor in a messy heap. He clambered onto the bed frantically, moving over her on his hands and knees, caging her against the mattress. He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder, leaving hot kisses along the damp skin there.
"I need you, Leia. Now," he growled, his voice strained and thick with desperation.
Leia turned her head, her eyes meeting his with a hungry, predatory glint of her own. She hadn’t expected Luke to be the one filling her first but she didn’t care, she was hungry, needy; she wanted raw, unbridled release and he was there offering just that.
"Stop wasting time, Luke," she sighed, closing the book and sliding it off the bed, it hit the floor with a heavy thud.
Luke didn't hesitate. He reached over to the side table, snatching the bottle of lube and tossing it onto the bed beside them. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he hauled her lower body upward, exposing her to him. The thought of her presenting for had heat pool low in his gut.
Driven by a sudden urge, Luke shifted his head, his tongue darting out to lick at her swollen clit, intending to feast on her pussy. But as soon as his tongue touched her, Leia let out a sharp, commanding gasp and pushed his face away with her hand.
"No," she chastised, her voice firm. "Not there. You know the rules, Luke."
Luke grumbled in annoyance but relented at the command. He shifted his hands to spread her cheeks, revealing that tight puckering hole that he couldn’t get enough of. He dove back in with renewed intent, his face pressing between her cheeks, completely ignoring her pussy, focusing all his aggression, all his need on that pink pucker. Luke licked and sucked, revealing in the sweet taste of salty clean skin before he plunged his tongue deep into her hole, pushing as far as he could, desperate to taste the remnants of the cum he had pumped into her earlier that day. He wanted that salty, musk-filled flavour to coat his mouth, to envelop his tongue so he would taste nothing but himself inside of her.
But Leia had been thorough in the shower; she had cleaned herself out completely, leaving her rim pristine and scentless. The lack of his own seed drove Luke into a frenzy, plunging his tongue into that tight rim repeatedly trying desperately to get even the slightest taste. The realisation that she was empty, that she was a void waiting to be filled—spurred a primal need in him. A desire to pump her full of his seed so that it was the only thing he would ever taste again.
He continued to eat her out with a brutal intensity, his tongue flicking and swirling around her rim and then stabbing deep into her rectum, trying to force his way in. He sucked on her hole, creating a vacuum that made Leia arch her back and moan, her fingers clutching the sheets, face pressed into the pillow to suppress the noise. The more he tasted the clean, salt of her skin, the more he craved the moment he could replace that cleanness with a flood of his own thick, liquid. He wanted to stuff her so full that she would leak for days, claiming her body as his.
Luke didn't waste another second. He reached for the lube, squeezing a generous amount of the slick, clear gel onto his fingers. He gripped Leia’s legs shifting them so that her ass was still high in the air, and her cheeks naturally exposed her puckered hole, glistening and lose from his attention.
He pressed two fingers into her hole, sliding them in with a wet squelch. Leia let out a quiet gasp, her legs moving to try and force the fingers deeper inside her. Luke held onto her hip with his other hand, keeper her still and in place as he worked both digits in a slow, circular motion, widening the ring of muscle with each movement. Leia sighed, her fingers digging into the mattress, but the anticipation was becoming unbearable.
"Hurry Luke... just fuck me already! I'm ready!" she nagged him, her voice strained and desperate, her core throbbing with an empty, aching need.
Luke obliged instantly. He pulled his fingers free with a loud, wet pop, lining up the head of his cock with her still tight entrance, pausing for a fraction of a second, the head pressing firmly against her ring. He breathed heavily, his cock twitching with a desperate, primal need to bury itself inside her.
“Exhale” Luke told her, watching how her shoulders sagged and her body relaxed, before slowly, agonizingly so, he pushed in. It took a few seconds of steady pressure before the head popped past the ring of muscle, and the moment her tight, wet heat clamped around him, Luke lost all control. He was completely intoxicated by her, consumed by a ravenous hunger that drowned out everything else.
With a low ‘fuck’, he slammed forward in one brutal, unrelenting thrust. He bottomed out completely, his balls slapping hard against her perineum. The force of the impact knocked the breath out of Leia, a loud, strangled moan escaping her lips as her internal walls were violently shoved aside to make room for him. Her body jerking forward, lukes hands doing barely anything to hold her in place. Luke let out a choked sound, nearly cumming on the spot from the sheer, suffocating tightness of her ass. The heat was overwhelming, a vice-like grip that threatened to drain him instantly.
He stayed still for a few breaths, trying to calm his heart, and bringing himself back from the edge. He draped his heavy body over her back, his chest pressing against her spine as he slowly began to fuck into her. One hand on her hip, moving opposite to his own thrusts, while his other hand reached around, and grab her breast, kneading roughly, his thumbs flicking her nipple while he rolled his cock in and out of her ass. The sounds were unmistakable, their combined heavy breathing, Leia’s soft gasps and moans, lukes own grunts. The wet, rhythmic slap of his hips against her rear —filled the room, echoing the frantic pace of his heart.
Luke grew needier, his movements more and more erratic, his thrusts becoming faster, shallower. He was obsessed. Obsessed with the way her hole gripped him. Obsessed with the way she bucked beneath him. With how her gasps turned into desperate moans. He drove himself into her over and over, his breath hot and ragged against her ear, his hips snapping forward with a primal need that it would have scared him had Luke been aware of it. He was blind to everything but the friction and the heat, his control completely frayed.
The bedroom door ripped open with a thunderous crash, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the room.
The sudden noise froze them both in place. Luke stiffened, his cock still buried deep inside Leia, his heart leaping into his throat. A wave of pure, cold terror washed over him, his muscles locking up in a panic. Leia, however, felt a surge of electric heat shoot through her. She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned back into Luke, a hidden, hungry smile playing on her lips, her body trembling with an intense, forbidden excitement.