Page 67 of Seeking Vengeance

Fuck.

I feel the suction all the way to my dick. I picture it, too—her lips along my shaft, her tongue teasing the slit.

“You’re destroying me,” I grate, “in the best possible way.”

She chuckles and pulls my fingers from her mouth with a pop. “Do you have protection?” She reaches for my belt, undoing the buckle.

I tense, already close enough to end this with one damn stroke. “In the bedroom.”

“How far away is it?”

“Too far,” I growl, smashing my lips to hers.

She begins to stroke me through the material of my pants, gentle and slow. “Are you clean?”

Sweet Jesus.

“I’ve never fucked without a condom.” I clench my teeth to fight the pleasure, the delicious drag along my shaft driving me to madness.

She increases the pace. The severity. “Are you willing for me to be your first?”

“Amore mio,I’m willing for you to be my last.”

She pulls back to meet my gaze, her eyes glistening in that sexually timid way of hers even though her palm circles my dick. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. It makes me hopeful.”

“Are you asking for a commitment, Layla? Because I’ll give it to you.”

Her brows pull tight and she shakes her head. “I just want you. Just for tonight.”

Tonight is only the start.

I lower my zipper, pull out my cock, and align it with the sweetest pussy known to man as she makes quick work of my jacket and shirt, shoving them off my shoulders to fall to the tile.

I grip her hip in one hand, digging my fingers deep, and guide the head of my dick to her slit, dragging it back and forth through her heat.

She closes her eyes, releasing a moan as she leans one hand against the counter, thrusting those breasts toward me.

Fuck, she’s flawless.

Malleable. Eager. Yet with the slightest hint of innocence.

I increase the pace, rubbing back and forth, each graze of my cock making her back arch, her hips tilt.

So fucking incredible.

I lean forward, no longer able to resist those gorgeous tits, and suck a stiffened nipple into my mouth.

She moans, the feminine sound filling my ears, her fingers finding my hair. She pulls tight, causing pain to lash my scalp. The harder I suck, the stronger she pulls, until the burn running through my head is the best fucking thrill I’ve ever had.

I suck until she writhes. Until I can’t concentrate on grinding her against my dick because I’m too fucking wound up from her whimpers and moans.

“You ready?” I growl.

She nods and shuffles closer to the edge of the marble, positioning herself right where she needs to be. I don’t tease us a moment longer. I thrust home, sinking my shaft to the hilt as I palm her hips.

Those gorgeous eyes roll. Her head lolls back. She keeps those breasts in my face, and I latch on, sucking, grazing, as I pound a hard rhythm inside her.

“Oh, God.” She tightens her legs around me. “This is going to be shamelessly quick… I’ve never…” Her pussy clamps tight around me. “Matthew…”

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