Page 127 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?
I gulped at the sight of it, at the pre-cum leaking from the tip, how impossibly large he was, how much I'd missed that first time in the dim room and how magnificent he truly was.
The man was a god. Pure and simple. Muscles for days, abs that made my mouth water, thick thighs, and this cock.This cock.
"You see what you do to me?" he asked, giving himself a slow stroke.
I did. I certainly did.
Just above his hipbone, something caught my eye... the tattoo! I'd completely forgotten about it. But there it was, a small, black compass, perfectly etched, and oh so sexy.
My gaze went to the mirror, where I could see his tight ass, his perfect back, broad shoulders. He was stunning. More stunning than I could have ever imagined.
"When you look at me like that..." he growled, kneeling between my thighs.
He rubbed his tip all around my pussy, both of us breathing hard in anticipation.
"You can come inside me this time," I said.
"Fuck, Astrid. You have no idea what that does to me."
Those words were music to my ears. "Then show me."
He was at my entrance before I could form my next thought, pushing inside me slowly, inch by incredible inch, until I was stuffed full of him, until he bottomed out, oh so deep.
"You feel that, baby?" he whispered. "That's my cock all the way inside you."
I couldn't answer, only able to nod, my hand gripping his straining bicep.
And behind him, holy fuck, behind him, I could see everything in the mirror, see him pull back out then disappear inside me again. Slowly, thoroughly fucking me. My breasts bouncing, his large hands gripping my hips as he plunged in and out of me, over and over again.
Leaning forward, he kissed my neck, my jaw, my shoulder, telling me how beautiful I was with every thrust.
"You were made for this," he groaned. "For me. This pussy, this body... I'm never letting you go."
Oh, God. His words. His cock. His hands on me like he truly meant what he said.
While my eyes darted between his focused face and what I could see in the mirror, he fucked me hard, deep, filthy, everything I'd ever wanted, everything I'd dreamed about since the last time.
He suddenly pulled out, and did that manhandling thing I loved, changing our position, sitting down on the couch and pulling me onto his lap so I was straddling him.
"I want to suck these gorgeous tits while you ride me, baby."
Oh. Wow. Fuck.
Hands digging into my hips, he plunged upwards at the same time I let gravity pull me down, impaling myself on his cock, this angle, this position like heaven.
"Show me how you want it," he demanded. "Use me. Use my cock."
With Tristan, for the first time in my life, I amazingly felt free to explore, to experiment, and truly see what I liked.
I moved up and down, my breasts literally bouncing in his face, our bodies slapping together, my thighs trembling, his own hips thrusting up to meet me.
It was exhilarating. And exhausting.
So I tried something else. I leaned forward a bit and started grinding against him, against his hardness. And oh, good lord, that was it.
Every swivel of my hips ground my clit against Tristan's body, my head falling back at the pleasure.
"That's it, baby," he said, gripping my waist and slapping my ass.
