Page 118 of Seeking Vengeance

All I understand is hunger. Desire. Demand.

He nudges farther, sinking deeper. My core clamps around him as soon as he’s fully seated inside me. I’m already so close. The heat in his eyes undoes me.

I could come.

From his gaze alone, I could splinter.

“You’re ready.” He grins, backing out gradually, before sinking in equally slowly. “Amore miowants to come.”

I mewl, raising my hips to meet his, silently pleading for him to move faster.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I pant.

He clucks his tongue. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

I whimper, my cheeks regaining the heat of unease. “Fuck me.”

He increases his pace a fraction. “How?”

“Hard,” I beg, kicking off my sandals. “Fuck me hard… Please… Hurry.”

“All you had to do is ask.” He slams into me, jolting me farther along the bed. “I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.” He thrusts into me, over and over. Stronger and more ruthless. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t see straight and neither of us can walk.”

Again and again he plunges, each slam pushing me closer to the edge of no return.

“And I’ll still want more,” he pledges. “I’ll never get enough.”

I come undone, every inch of me pulsing, the waves of my orgasm consuming me.

I sink my nails into his shoulders, command his mouth to mine.

We kiss as the pleasure sets my chest on fire and gives my heart wings. Over and over he bucks into me, our legs knocking, my pussy throbbing.

I don’t breathe until the tide recedes. Don’t acknowledge consciousness until he stops moving and leans up on one arm to stare down at me with cocky arrogance.

“Are we done?” I tease.

He raises a brow. “I thought I made it clear we’ll never be done.” His free hand slides around my neck, holding me in a possessive grip. “Not today or tomorrow. You’re stuck with me.”

I want to be stuck.

Unequivocally. Emphatically.

His hips retreat, moving back until only the head of his cock breaches me. “This tight little pussy is mine.” He slams home, harsh and unyielding, sinking to the hilt.

My back arches with renewed pleasure, my chest rising to brush against his.

“These tits…” He pays my breasts homage. Rough, ferocious kisses. Harsh, punishing sucks. “All mine.”

He plunges harder. Unrelenting.

More.

And more.

And so muchmore.

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