Page 84 of Eat Slay Love

Rae stroked again, her grip firmer, dragging her palm down the length of me, spreading my slick arousal over my shaft.

“Fuck yes.” I hissed, my lips returning to her breasts, my mouth working her nipples as I thrust into her grip.

Soft moans slipped from her lips, her fingers tightening, her strokes becoming sensually slow.

Groaning, I latched onto her nipple again, sucking harder this time, my tongue flicking wildly as I groaned into her skin.

She moaned, her hips shifting, rubbing against me, teasing me with her heat, with the promise of where I needed to be.

I pulled back, breath ragged, my cock twitching violently in her hand.

I could feel it.

That tight, aching pull.

That desperate, uncontrollable need to cum all over her.

And she fucking knew it.

She looked at me, her lips parted, her hand still stroking my swollen cock, still teasing. Her breasts, wet and glistening from my mouth, rose and fell with every heavy breath.

I was so close to losing it.

So close to spilling for her.

But not yet.

Not before I was buried inside her.

Not before I fucked her senseless.

Not before I made her mine.

I lowered my head, taking one of her stiff, aching nipples into my mouth, sucking hard, groaning at the way she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.

Then, I stepped back and growled, “Turn around.”

She blinked up at me, dazed, still lost in the pleasure I had just given her. “What?”

“Turn around,” I growled again. “Then, put your hands on the wall.”

A dark, lusty chuckle left Rae. “Am I getting arrested?”

“Fuck yes. You have violated several French laws. You’ll have to come back to Paris for a life sentence of my cock.”

“Mmmm. Then, take me, officer.” Rae obeyed, pressing her palms flat against the surface, her ass perfectly presented to me, her body still trembling.

I yanked that shimmering gown up.

She shrieked.

I exhaled sharply, my hands tightening on her hips as I took in the sight before me.

Mon dieu!! She has been wearing a pink lace thong this whole time?

And not just any thong.

It was delicate, barely there, sinful against the rich expanse of her dark brown skin, cutting low over the lush curve of her hips and disappearing between the full swell of her big, juicy ass.

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