Page 85 of The Revenge

Grabbing the frame removes the picture as I kill the power to the device, but it doesn’t stop my rage. With a roar, I hurl the frame as hard as I can across the room. It shatters as it hits the wall, but the destruction doesn’t make me feel any better.

But I know what might…

I turn on my heel and hurry out of JP’s room, crossing the hall to my own door. Without any hesitation, I walk straight in.

XXXIII

Syn

The lights are still on, but Tori isn’t in the main room. The door to the bathroom is open, and I can smell the scent of the toiletries she’s used, but before I can get to the doorway, she walks out of the dressing room.

There’s only a towel wrapped around her body. Her hair is already dry, and she’s cleared her face of makeup, so the only thing I can see is her confusion.

“Syn?”

Her eyes go wide as I take two strides to close the gap between us. Like a magnet, my lips are pulled to hers, and as they touch, it feels like something passes between us.

Tori must feel it too because instead of pushing me away, she throws her arms around my neck.

Even though there’s barely any space between us, I wrap my arms around her, holding her body against mine. I tease at her lips with my tongue, and she answers by parting them.

She tastes of mint, but I need her to taste of me.

Our mouths mesh together, rough and desperate, quickly falling into a satisfying rhythm. I’ve kissed other women—I’ve kissed Tori before—but this feels… different. I have something to say that I need her to hear without me speaking thewords. Because words alone won’t convey what I need her to understand.

As my hands roam over her back and ass, the towel falls away. The only thing separating our skin now is the thin fabric of my pajamas. It does nothing to stop the scorching heat of her skin as she presses her soft body into mine and grinds up against my rapidly hardening dick.

Groaning into her mouth, I turn her, walking her backwards until the back of her legs hit the end of the bed. Refusing to break our kiss, I scoop her up and crawl across the bed before I lower us both onto the sheets.

Tori’s fingers claw at my buttons. Much as I want to help her, my hands are otherwise occupied. While I may have thought she’d benefit from a boob job, there’s more than enough of her to fill my hands.

As she’s not managed to get anywhere with my pajamas, I finally break the kiss and sit back on my heels. My top is pulled from my body and tossed to the side in one sleek movement. I roll to the side, shedding the pants. Before I resume my position, I reach for the nightstand and open the top drawer to pull out a condom.

“Let me,” Tori murmurs.

I roll back over her, my knees on either side of her body, passing her the foil wrapper.

Beneath me, Tori stares at my erect cock as she runs her tongue over her lower lip. She gets the condom out of the wrapper and then takes my cock with her other hand. Pinching the end of the condom, she unrolls it, taking slow, firm, deliberate strokes.

Never has the application of a rubber felt so fucking good.

The only thing that’s going to feel better is burying my cock deep into her pussy.

I shuffle back down the bed, running my hands along her hot skin as I go, until I’m knelt between her bent legs and staring at her pussy. I run the head of my cock up and down her before lining the head up with her entrance.

“Do you want me?”

She looks up at me with hooded eyes and just nods.

Considering how much I want this, I’m surprised at the restraint I’ve shown until now. No more playing nice. I push my cock into her. The way her pussy contracts around my dick as she takes my length feels incredible.

I need more.

Grabbing her hips, I hold her in place as I flip us over. Having her upright sends her sliding further down my dick.

“Fuck, Syn,” she cries out. She places her hands on my chest to steady herself. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”

“Play with yourself,” I tell her. “I want to watch you come over my cock.”

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