Chapter 149: Neglected**
By the time Luke returned home, it was already quite late. He had been occupied with the system for a long while, and when he stepped inside, the house was wrapped in silence. Most likely, everyone had already retired to their rooms.
He has been thinking whether to buy the vest or invest in small objects to help him hunt, like a trap or maybe another long ranged weapon?
Well, he had a whole day tomorrow to think so surely, he would come to a decision.
He quietly made his way toward his own room, expecting his mate to be waiting for him.
However, when he entered, he found Laila asleep on the bed, while Monica sat beside her, gently caressing her head.
Hearing his footsteps, Monica turned toward him with a soft smile. "She just fell asleep."
Luke gave a small nod before slipping off his sandals and walking around to the other side of the bed.
"Should I carry her to her room?" he asked quietly.
Monica shook her head slightly. "I do not want her to sleep alone for now, Luke. Is it alright if she stays here tonight?" she asked, her eyes soft and almost pleading.
He had always been weak against that look.
Letting out a quiet sigh, he nodded. "Alright, as you wish."
Laila must still be shaken by what had happened yesterday with Caleb. So Monica’s concern was only natural.
The bed was big enough to comfortably accomodate them.
Luke didn’t say anything further and blew out the candles.
Monica laid down between the two, facing Laila, while Luke lay on the other side.
The night was silent and cold, so they draped a sheet over themselves.
Luke, as usual, hugged her full waist and told her, "It’s unfair though," his hand gliding down her waist and pulling her closer, "for you to dodge me for almost three nights straight."
His hips slowly moved, grinding himself against her, his cock already half hard.
No matter how much Luke fucked around with other women, Monica was his home, someone he was addicted to. So being neglected for three days had left him all bothered.
Monica whimpered slightly and accepted her mistake. "I am sorry for being inconsiderate," she brought her hips closer to him almost invitingly, "Can you forgive your mate?"
Luke hummed, his hips still moving back and forth as the heat continued to rise.
Then, he first glanced at Laila’s sleeping form and then he slid his hand under the sheet, to cup her full, rounded butt, fondling it with slow, possessive squeezes that made the soft flesh spill between his fingers.
He was not sleepy at all, she could tell. And the way his hardness pressed against her butt, Monica knew he wasn’t going to stop just now.
"Ahn~"
She let out a soft moan upon getting her flesh squeezed. She desperately tried to suppress her voice, biting her lip as her body trembled lightly against him.
Before she could steady herself, he glided his hand further under the hem of her dress, his warm palm tracing up her bare thigh until he was touching her smooth, naked skin directly.
His fingers brushed teasingly over the curve of her ass, then dipped lower to caress the slick heat between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready for him.
Monica slowly parted her legs for him under the sheet, her thighs opening with a shy, inviting tremble as she pressed her hips back against his hardness.
The movement was deliberate and quiet, careful not to wake Laila sleeping just beside her.
Luke’s breath grew heavier against the back of her neck.
His hand, still hidden beneath her dress, first pressed firmly over the thin fabric of her panties, massaging her warm, swollen pussy with slow, deliberate strokes.
He rubbed the heel of his palm in gentle circles against her clit, feeling the damp heat soaking through the cloth as her folds yielded softly under his touch.
Each pass made her panties cling wetter to her skin, outlining the shape of her puffy lips and the sensitive little nub that throbbed beneath.
Monica’s breathing hitched. She buried her face deeper into the pillow, muffling another soft whimper as her hips rolled subtly against his hand, chasing the building pleasure.
Satisfied with how soaked she had become, Luke finally hooked his fingers under the edge of her panties and slid the fabric aside, exposing her bare, dripping pussy to his touch.
The cool night air kissed her heated flesh for only a moment before his thick fingers returned, gliding slowly along her slick slit.
He traced her entrance teasingly, coating his fingertips in her abundant arousal, then gently parted her folds and pushed one finger inside her.
He moved with aching slowness, sinking the digit deep into her tight, velvety heat, feeling her inner walls flutter and squeeze around him.
A second finger soon joined the first, stretching her carefully as he began to pump them in and out in long, unhurried strokes.
His thumb found her swollen clit and circled it with just the right pressure, matching the rhythm of his fingers.
Monica’s body tensed with pleasure. Her thighs quivered as she fought to stay quiet, soft, shaky breaths escaping her lips while her pussy grew even wetter, coating his hand with every slow thrust of his fingers.
Luke kept the pace torturously gentle, savoring the way she clenched and pulsed around him, drawing out every bit of her needy little sounds.
But that wasn’t enough.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered hotly, "Brace yourself."
With that low warning, he withdrew his fingers from her dripping heat, leaving her clenching around nothing.
He shifted his hips, freeing his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. The thick, heavy length sprang out, already rock hard and pulsing with need.
He slapped it a few times against her butt, letting her know how hard she made him.
Then he guided it between her soft, full ass cheeks, nestling the hot shaft right against her slick, exposed pussy.
The moment his cockhead kissed her wet folds, Monica’s entire body jolted.
A sharp, needy moan almost escaped her lips before she clamped her mouth shut, burying her face desperately into the pillow.
Her thighs trembled violently as he began to rub his length along her slit, coating his cock in her juices.
The thick shaft slid back and forth between her puffy lips, the swollen head bumping teasingly against her clit with every slow grind.
She was dangerously close to crying out. Every deliberate stroke made her hips twitch uncontrollably, her pussy fluttering and leaking more arousal down his cock.
The wet, obscene sounds of his shaft gliding against her soaked cunt filled the quiet room, though they were muffled slightly by the sheet.
Monica’s breathing came in short, frantic gasps as she fought to stay silent, terrified of waking Laila who slept peacefully just inches away.
Luke continued the torturous dry humping for several long seconds, savoring the way her body quivered and her ass pressed back against him.
He rocked his hips in slow, firm motions, letting his cock slide repeatedly from her clit all the way down to her entrance and back up again, teasing her without mercy.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Monica turned her head slightly toward him, her voice a broken, desperate whisper.
"Luke... please... put it in," she begged softly, her hips pushing back against him with blatant need. "I can’t... I need you inside me."
Luke grinned. Oh, how hot this woman could be.