Page 165 of Collateral Damage
Sybil Laurence is finally mine.
She loves me.
I work her knees wider with my thigh, and when I feel her slick heat rubbing against me, I consider taking her right here, right now.
She pulls away with a giggle. “I think the bath is ready now.”
Sure enough, the water is at the perfect height. How she was able to keep an eye on that while I was ravishing her simply won’t do. I need her so completely turned on she can’t think about anything else.
“Get in, baby,” I say, helping her in first and following quickly after I remove the prosthetic.
She maneuvers so she’s sitting on my lap, her ass pressing into my erection, and I bite down a groan while grazing on her neck.
“You’re killing me,” I whisper.
“Is that so?” She deliberately wiggles her ass, teasing my cock and driving me wild.
I need her desperately, but she wants to play games first, so I slip one hand around her waist, dipping my fingers between her folds. The other hand slides up to her breasts to pinch her wet nipples. My mouth closes over her tilted neck, nipping and sucking.
She lets out a breathy sigh that I match with my own needy growl.
“What do you want, baby? Let me take care of you.”
“I… I… want you inside of me.”
I plunge my finger into her core and hook it against her g-spot. “Like this?”
“No,” she breathes. “I want to ride your dick.”
I laugh, and then she arches seductively, and I’m not laughing anymore.
I flip her around, sliding her onto my cock inch by inch. We’re a perfect fit. My thoughts dim as she rides me. I snap my hips up to meet each thrust. The hot water rocks with us, some of it splashing over the edges of the tub.
She’s got her head thrown back, the sheen of water like condensation all over her body. Her pink nipples are peaked, and the ends of her beautiful auburn hair clump together asit sways in the water. She’s a goddess, and I’m a mere man, here to worship, and when I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the altar of her breasts, the moan she releases sounds like heaven.
Hooking my hand on her neck, I bring her lips to mine and kiss her deeply while she rocks, her inner walls gripping my cock. She’s tight and perfect, and it doesn’t take long before we climb the mountain together, about to fling ourselves over the edge.
To fall or fly? I think both.
“Please,” she begs against my mouth. “I need this. Harder. Please.”
I give my goddess what she needs and thrust upward. “I know, Valentine. I got you, baby.”
Thrust.
“And I know…”
Again.
“Exactly…”
Harder.
“What. You. Need.”
Again. Again. Again.
She groans my name, and we jump together, a rush of pleasure racing through our veins like pure adrenaline.
