Page 88 of Hart of Vengeance
I giggled and moaned. “Ass.”
He licked the back of the other knee.
I couldn’t describe the sensation except that it sent tingles to every part of my being, and Denim Hart knew how to play me perfectly.
I was ready to explode, and as I’d done so many times over the years, I played with myself.
He shook his head. His eyes were hooded, and his grin was sexy. “I want to take care of you.” He buried his head in my pussy, nipping, licking, and sucking.
I squirmed and let out a huge sigh, clutching the comforter in my hands.
He moaned as he stuck two fingers inside my channel, not missing a beat as he flattened his tongue on my nub.
I bucked my hips, and when I did, he sucked hard.
I let out the scream of all screams, and my body went slick with sweat.
Denim kept his lips seated and licked with gentle strokes as I rode out the best orgasm in forever.
When I finally came down, I sat up, breathing heavy. My cheeks were burning, my mind was clear, and my heart was full.
Denim had disappointment written on his face when he rose.
I blew out a breath. “What?” I couldn’t imagine why my orgasm would make him pout.
He stroked his dick, and his pain was so evident as he eyed my pussy. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“I’m on the pill.” The pill helped to regulate my monthly periods so they weren’t so heavy.
His shoulders relaxed. “I promise I’m clean.”
Letting my legs fall open, I scooted back on the mattress as he climbed onto the bed. When his hands were on either side of my head and his dick was primed and ready to enter me, he leaned down, hovering over my body with uncertainty in his eyes
I cupped his face. “I’ll be okay.” I wasn’t in any pain.
“You’re not exactly healed.” His voice was strained.
“How about if I get on top?”
He beamed. “I always loved you on top.”
That I had forgotten.
We traded positions, but before I straddled him, I had to taste him.
He lifted up on his elbows, his chest rising as he watched me.
I crawled down his body and wrapped my lips around his dick.
He drew in a loud breath as his eyes drifted shut.
When I took him deep, he almost flew off the bed. “I’m not going to last.”
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, teasing, licking, and nipping.
He threaded his hands through my hair and groaned. “I need to be inside you. Come here.”
I climbed on top of him, and he guided his cock to my entrance. Our eyes locked. My heart was beating off the charts, and sweat coated our bodies.
