Page 34 of Cruel Revenge

She comes hard and fast, her moans getting louder as I speed up the vibrator again.

As she comes, she grips the sheets, rocking her hips in time with the vibrations.

As her legs stop shaking, I turn off the vibrator and toss it to the side.

It takes seconds for my clothing to hit the floor before I’m hovering above her, taking her wrists in one hand and pinning them high above her head.

“You like to tease.” I skim my teeth along her jaw. “I can be a tease, too. I could withhold your orgasms until you’re begging for more.”

“You’re wasting time.” Her voice is raspy as her chest rises and falls. Stiff nipples brush against my skin as she hooks a leg around my waist. “We have to finish packing.”

I roll my hips, dragging my cock through her slick folds and pressing hard against her clit.

Her nails rake down my back as she pulls me closer, angling her hips until the head of my cock sinks into her.

Her inner walls squeeze down around me.

Heaven. I can’t get enough.

I inch into her, head dropping to her shoulder.

When her heels dig into my back, urging me on, I press deeper into her, burying myself to the hilt before pulling out and slamming back in.

At her little whimper, I lose all control, hips rocking forward and meeting hers as sheens of sweat coat our skin.

She’s tight around me, her pussy fluttering.

I’m not going to last long. Not after the little show she put on and not with how good she feels right now.

“Please.” Her voice is no more than a soft moan.

“Fuck, yes.” I love her begging.

I nip the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck, and it sends her over the edge of her orgasm.

Her pussy clamps down around me, milking my cock as I finish, my strokes slowing and my breath coming in short bursts.

After pulling out, I fall to the bed beside her, looking up at the tin panels on the ceiling. “Your house is over the top.”

She laughs and gets out of bed, pulling on a robe. “That’s the first thing you think about after sex?”

“I thought that it might be more fun to stay in bed with you for the rest of the night, but then I looked at the ceiling and I started wondering how hard it is to clean blood out of all those little designs.”

“I don’t make a habit of getting blood splatter on the ceiling.” She runs a hand through her hair and looks down at me. “We need to finish packing.”

“I’m glad you see things my way now.”

She snorts. “I may have fucked you twice, and I might be moving in, but don’t start thinking that there’s any more to this than there is. I like my independence. I don’t want an actual relationship, and I won’t be selling my house.”

I swing my legs out of bed. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

The little twinge I get in my chest is just heartburn, right? I don’t want a relationship with her. I can’t.

Skyla rolls her eyes. “I doubt we’re ever going to be on the same page about anything beyond this agreement.”

I get dressed, glancing at the ceiling and then her again. “You don’t get blood on the ceiling?”

One shoulder lifts as she disappears into the closet. “I don’t.”

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