Page 14 of Vow of Revenge
Unzipping the boots was erotic in itself. I wanted her to parade around the room wearing nothing but those black stiletto knee highs. Then I would force her over my knee and spank the fuck out of her peachy sassy ass.
There wasn’t time for slow and teasing. This would be a clean-cut evening with just sex as the show, nothing else on the side.
“Fuck!” I was losing composure.
The boots flew across the room and she gasped.
“Walk to the couch and get ready,” I ordered, inhaling a steadying breath.
Her arousal had peaked. The dirty party girl had met her maker. The subtle tremble of her hands gave me the upper hand, and the flush of her face to a sexy scarlet shade revealed her secret. She was nervous – and I was going to eat her alive.
Long raven tresses hung loosely, caressing her used nipples. I wanted to mark her pure porcelain skin and give her a final memory of the night, to know she was well and truly fucked. Padding over to the couch, Freya lay back on the leather, spreading her legs obediently. The expression on her face was unreadable. Fear, lust, innocence or maybe she was just loving the game as much as I was.
In that moment she looked divinely pure, a goddess of beauty, desire and sex. This woman was the enemy, luring me to the fire pit of hell. I would never surrender to the darkness dancing in her soul.
Marching towards her parted thighs, I noted the quick intake of air and drawn out exhale.Yeah, you need to prepare yourself for this.
The tip of my cock nudged her opening, it was heaven and purgatory fighting for supremacy. Pushing deeper, only a quarter of the way in, she was stretched wide. It felt like I would tear her apart trying to shove my dick fully inside.
“How the fuck are you so tight?” I held back, waiting for her to welcome the rest of my length.
She panted hard, like she needed me to inhale for her. “Stop talking and fuck me, Kaleb.”
Fine. I shunted further. She squirmed until the pain eased to pleasure. Her sigh of fullness was enough to charm my carnal beast pounding deeper. Her insides gripped my dick, squeezing it so hard that I could feel every millimetre of her. Every strand of hair on my head stood as prickles sprinkled my scalp.
She felt fucking amazing.
Tight.
Wet.
Perfect.
Sucking her plump tits, I left two seductive crimson bruises on each. The branding sent me into the cosmos. I growled when her pussy clamped harder, convulsing as she burst into an earth-shattering climax. Relentlessly slamming harder, I let her ride the wave of pleasure, feeling the connection so intense and my own climax was uncontrollable. My balls tightened, I pulled out, letting her watch my cum explode in spurts over her trembling legs.
Her hands pulled my body to her warm chest, her soft lips found mine, melting together. I wanted to break away, free myself from the insanity, run from the black magic emanating from her dirty mouth. It felt right, I wanted to accept it for what it was and kiss her back. She tasted like aniseed and pure fucking sex.
My dick sprang into action for round two.
I chuckled into her mouth. “You’re gonna get it now.” I promised, ripping my mouth away from hers so she could see what she’d done.
“Oh yeah?” she whispered with an alluring huskiness, enticing me back to her sexy form.
An odd rush of emotion startled me. I couldn’t look into her fascinating eyes for a second longer. It was like my soul wanted to ask hers if we were running from the same haunting ghosts, but I would never admit to the cruelty that lurked in my shadow, to her, or anyone else. “On your fucking hands and knees.” I ordered with a sharp tone. She wasn’t going to fucking win this war.
Freya quickly obliged, her knees pressed into the soft white leather, her ass high in the air. My head lunged forward, my fingers spread her cheeks and my tongue traced her warm crevasse all the way up to her puckered hole.
Freya groaned in the back of her throat, and I knew she was drowning in my intentions. Her toes curled and her hips bucked into my face with every lick. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. I had to slap her ass again. There was something about the soft shade of sexy that blushed her skin, and the control. I was in control of this one-night stand and she was just another victim.
“I want to hear you beg for my cock, Freya,” I barked, dragging a hand through my hair so the loose strands cleared my brow. “Or do you want me to slap your ass again?”
My fingers reached for her silky hair, weaving the lengths and pulling her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck.
“Please, Kaleb, fuck me. I’m so turned on right now.” Her gasps thrilled me.
“Beg me, for fuck sake.” The urgency in my snarl came as a shock. I was past arousal; this was the best pill I’d ever had. With one hand cuffing her ankles, my free hand cracked against her pearly skin.
“Do it, now!” Her voice was strained and raspy.
