Page 67 of Game of Revenge

“Remove it,” I ordered, my voice raspy.

“What?” she asked with half open eyes, confused.

“That ring. Remove it from your finger, or I will do it for you.” I gritted out.

She hesitated.

I held my breath, tension constricting every one of my muscles, while I wondered if she would do it. I needed her to show me she wanted me enough to forget about her fiancé, to put him aside, just so I could touch her.

She sighed, but I saw her raise her trembling hand and remove it from her ring finger, her lips open, her gaze fixated on my mouth. Hope spread through me like wildfire, as I lowered my head to hers again, taking her lips with mine. I heard the metal hit the floor with a satisfying clunk.

I proceeded to unbutton my shirt that she wore, revealing two inviting perky breasts, round and slightly swollen, yearning for my touch. I abandoned her lips, slowly going down her neck to grab one of her nipples between my lips.

Amelia let out a gasp, grabbing my head to keep me close. Her nipple fit perfectly into my mouth, her breasts large enough to almost fill my hand. I sucked and dragged my tongue, drawing circles around her nipple.

I was famished.

She called to God, and I swear I was just seconds away from exploding in my pants.

Fuck me.

I drove my right hand under her skirt and into her wet panties, parting her legs.

She was so fucking wet, all for me.

Looking lost under her lashes, her cheeks flushed. I slid the tip of my index finger along her most sensitive part, making her moan even louder and hold onto me for dear life. She was wet, burning, and oh-so ready for me. I was hungry, kissing and sucking her breasts, her neck, her lips, devouring every inch of her skin with my mouth as I slowly rubbed her. She tasted so damn good, my restraint falling at a fast pace.

Amelia was no longer holding back, her hips moving back and forth against my hand, begging for mercy, her moaning rising higher and higher with each stroke of my fingers. I had never seen anything more fucking sexy than Amelia chasing her satisfaction on my hand, not caring that my eyes were burning a hole through her.

“You are mine,” I muttered in a deeply breathy tone as I continued to rub her in circles.

She needed to know who she belonged to.

Her movements quickened against my hand as I rubbed her faster.

“And you are going to come for me now, mi niña, aren’t you?”

She grabbed my head to hold me close and let the explosion of her orgasm invade every inch of her as she screamed in pleasure and shook under my hand, every part of her body tensing and then relaxing. Amelia, breathing fast, eyes half closed, seemed to lose control of her legs. I held her close so she didn’t fall to the ground.

She snuggled her head in my neck, looking for support. I caressed her back and kissed her head to make the feeling last longer as she was slowly coming back down from ecstasy. I lifted her head, kissing her sweetly, bringing her back to me. We were both trying to catch our breath.

My dick was hard as a fucking rock, but it was going to be for another day. I got more than I could have wished for. I got Amelia to come all over my fucking fingers, and that was all the victory I needed for today.

Our escapade got interrupted by a knock on the door. Amelia quickly straightened herself. She pushed me away, fearing that someone would see us, even if I did lock the door.

“What?” I brusquely asked of whoever had ruined the moment.

“Call from Mr. Fernandez,” said Dolores. “He said it’s important.”

“I’ll call him back,” I replied, my eyes unwilling to leave hers.

Amelia seemed suddenly shy, her cheeks still flushed. She looked anywhere she could to avoid my gaze.

Concern coiled my stomach at the thought she might regret what happened between us.

“That’s Mathias,” I explained before she could get any ideas.

“You should go call him,” she said, clearing her throat. “It might be important.”