Page 95 of Reconciling With the Rival

When I sit back in my chair and notice Ella’s quiet smirk, I know I succeeded in making her mood more focused on arguing with me than whatever happened last night.

Mission fucking accomplished.

Ella left work anhour before I did, and I was surprised she listened.

She better be naked and ready for me, because as I open the door to our flat, I can already feel my dick straining against my pants. Since I left her office earlier after bossing her around, all I’ve been thinking about is Ella.

I set my stuff down on the table, knowing she’s hopefully in her bedroom waiting for me. The two of us will have dinner after, but all I want is to see her. She’s my number one fucking priority.

When I push her door open and see her lying naked on her bed, her book in her hands, my mouth starts to water.

“Look at you being such a good girl for me,” I tell her as she turns to face me.

“I figured I’d play nice to see if you could deliver.”

“I’ve fucked your cunt three times already, Ella,” I say as I round her bed, coming to the end of it. I grab her legs and drag her toward me, her book falling out of her hands. “You should know I can deliver, love.”

That earns me an eye roll.

Ella looks fucking exquisite like this. I’ve never seen a body that drives me as crazy as hers does. I could spend all fucking night memorizing every goddamn inch of her, and somehow, I know it still won’t be enough.

Her round arse is basically begging me to smack it, so I do before I flip her over, needing her eyes on me. God, these fucking thighs are driving me insane. “I’m eye-fucking these beautiful thighs of yours and, fuck, I wish they were wrapped around my head.”

It has been years since I tasted her cunt, and right now, it’s all I can think about, so I spread her legs wider and bury my face in her pussy. That earns me a few more noises from her, but they’re too quiet.

“Scream, Ella. I want to hear the noises you make while I eat you.”

My tongue takes a long lick, and I forgot how fucking sinful she tasted. I didn't realize how much I missed her sweet pussy. I regret not doing this sooner.

I spread her even wider, one of my hands underneath her arse as my tongue goes deeper. I don't know if Ella knows she’s grinding her pussy against my face, but she is.

And fuck, if it isn't the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“That’s it, Ella. Wrap those thighs around my head and fuck my face.”

She complies with no argument, which surprises me.

Tonight is all about her, and by the time we’re done here, Ella should have a hard time walking or I haven't done my job correctly.

I focus some attention on her clit, knowing the friction helps to get her off, and after a few more swirls of my tongue, her legs clench around my head, and I feel her coat my tongue. God, she tastes like Heaven. I could spend all night down here making her shake and not give a fuck about my own release.

“Get on your knees, Ella,” I say to her as I discard all my clothes and grab a condom from my pocket, ripping the foil with my teeth as I roll it onto my cock. I smack her arse as she gets onto her knees, her body still coming down from the orgasm I gave her.

“Give me a second, asshole.”

“Did I deliver already?” I lean down, brushing her hair behind her as I find her ear. “We’re just getting started.”

And then, I rub my aching cock against the remnants of her orgasm before I thrust into her in one go.

Her back arches as I get as deep as I can, and fuck, her pussy feels so good wrapped around me. “Jesus, Ella.”

“Move, Leo, or do I need to take charge?” she asks me as she starts to roll her hips, her ass bouncing as she takes control.

“Fuck, just like that, love,” I say as I let her fuck me. Nothing about this intimidates me; in fact, watching her take what she needs is so hot, she could make me come undone any minute. “Keep going.”

Her eyes connect with mine as she turns her head and looks at me, drawing me in like a siren in the ocean. I’d willingly follow her into the darkness if she looked at me like this. She’s the goddamn petrol, and I’m the match that’s going to light the two of us on fire.

I don’t mind getting burned, not if it feels as good as this does.

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