Page 81 of Sweetest Revenge

I fucked her in the shower. On the vanity. On the couch. Bent over the desk in the room. She rode me on the chair. Now against the window.

But I saved the best for last.

“Turn around for me like a good girl,” I ordered and fell to my knees.

She stood above me with a hooded expression. The city was bright behind her and shone around her in a way that made her look positively angelic. Until she turned sinful as she lifted her leg and placed it over my shoulder, baring her swollen, needy cunt to me.

Gone was the brat, and in her place was a sexy, sensual being who gave me everything. She trusted me more than she ever had, and I was reveling in it.

It was different from the charity event where she had been shy and unsure about a man eating her cunt for the first time.

Now she accepted me with her legs wide open. She knew I wanted it. She liked me to do it. Her thighs trembled with the anticipation of my tongue in her folds.

She is too perfect.

I had kept from fucking her for a reason. Because I’d wanted to break her down first. I had wanted to hurt her like she’d hurt me.

But I was the one who was being broken down by her. I was at her mercy and wanted nothing more than for her delicate hands to pick up the pieces and slowly put me back together.

I should have known it. From the moment she stepped foot in my life all those years ago, I knew no one would be more perfect for me than her. No one else I’d want in life. No one else I’d want to protect. To hold. To give the world to.

When I saw her again, I knew it would come to this.

Fucking her wasn’t just a way to get off. It was more. She was more.

I leaned forward, breathing in her scent.

She was impossibly wet, and her cunt was a mess with my cum. It was a beautiful picture. Us. Together.

“So well behaved,” I murmured. “You deserve a reward.”

She let out a hum, tiredness finally getting to her.

I placed a kiss on her mound before licking her from entrance to clit.

She let out a breathless sigh and sunk into me. I fastened my lips around her clit and gave her one long, hard suck that had her choking on her moan.

“I can’t take it anymore, Daddy.”

Her whine had my cock bursting to life again.

Like all those years ago, we were still forbidden. Exciting. Passionate.

But this time it felt all the more tender. More vulnerable.

Because this time, it wasn’t only once. We knew each other’s bodies. We were coming back together. We had left everything outside, just focusing on this moment.

I let myself forget about it all.

She had given herself to me. Kissed me. Something that was off-limits for her.

And with that, I could have easily ruined her. Gotten her back for the hell she put me through.

She had let me in. And instead of destroying her like I thought I would… I savored her.

Her taste. The way she felt. The way her pussy fit so perfectly around my cock. The way my title sounded as it fell from her lips mid-orgasm.

I drank it all in like I was a parched man wandering through the Sahara.

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