Page 128 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?
Holy shit.Holy shit.
And then his lips were around my nipple, sucking, flicking me with his tongue, then biting, making me gasp.
This orgasm was going to crush me.
I ground my hips and ground again, the build-up exquisite, little tremors spiraling throughout my core. And then it hit me like a tidal wave, blood rushing past my ears, my pussy clenching again and again on his cock as I breathed out his name.
"Tristan... Oh, God... Tristan..." I moaned.
My climax seemed to push him over the edge because he thrust up twice more inside me before he pulled me down hard onto his cock, exploding deep inside me, grunting loudly in my ear, the sound incredible, warming my soul.
"Fuck, Astrid.Fuck."
His raspy breaths sounded in the room while he filled me up with his cum, hot and thick, holding me close as we both rode it out together, my pussy still clenching around him, pulling every drop from him.
Panting into my neck, he wrapped his arms around me even tighter, holding me there so long, our bodies warm and sweat-slicked, his cock twitching with the last slow pulses of his orgasm.
His lips brushed my shoulder. "You're everything to me, Astrid. Everything. You. This baby. All of it. You're mine."
Tears pricked my eyes, the emotion of the moment overwhelming. Somehow, I managed to hold it in as I shifted slightly, making Tristan hiss.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned. "You're so full of me. So full of my cum. I've never gone bare before. I didn't know it could be like this."
"I didn't either."
Slowly, he lifted me off him, pulling out, his cum spilling out, so much of it, no wonder I was currently pregnant.
"Jesus," he said, his eyes glued to my dripping pussy as he laid me back on the couch. "You're even more beautiful like this."
I was? Glancing in the mirror, all I could see was my flushed skin, my breasts heavy, marked all over by his hands and mouth and stubble. "You actually like this?"
"I fucking love it," he growled, dropping to his knees again and spreading my legs, staring at my pussy like it was the most stunning thing he'd ever seen.
"I want to taste you again," he said, voice raw. "Tasteus."
Before I could respond, he leaned in and licked me from my opening to my clit, slow and filthy, making me gasp with shock and how much he turned me on.
He glanced up at me, a question on his face. "Please tell me you like that."
I nodded helplessly. God, yes, I liked it. Even if I was trembling.
"Good," he said. "Because I'm not done with you."
Oh, lord.
He licked me until I was shaking all over again, devouring me like he was a starving man, like he couldn't get enough of me, my legs on his shoulders, beyond sensitive but lapping up everything Tristan was doing to me.
"Tristan," I panted. "I don't know if I can—"
"Yes, you can, baby," he growled. "You can..."
And then he sucked my clit into his mouth again, making me arch against the couch, breasts heaving, moaning with every sensation, his head between my thighs like he worshipped me.
Every groan from his mouth, every growl, every filthy word was worship.
Until I came.Again. And this time even harder somehow. My body locking up, thighs clamping around his head as he groaned into it, his tongue moving faster as I soaked his mouth all over again.
When the last quiver subsided, he stood up quickly, lifting me and carrying me over to the counter directly in front of the mirror. He pressed me forward, bending me over, standing behind me and looking me over.
