Page 92 of Taking What's Ours

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Page 92 of Taking What's Ours

“Look at me, pretty girl,” he orders.

I do and find him watching me, his eyes liquid heat.

My breasts jiggle as I thrash, and his gaze drops to them.

“I haven’t even gotten to those beauties yet.”

He finds the spot he’s been searching for, and my back arches, my head throwing back.

He shifts, moving over me, and while he keeps at me with his fingers and thumb, never letting up, he captures one tight, hard, sensitive nipple in his mouth. He toys with it, nibbles at it, and then sucks hard.

I buck against his hand, pleading, “Don’t stop.”

My breathing increases, my chest heaving, and he moves from one breast to the other, never letting up on his strokes. I buck and moan, collapsing as a new rush of wetness coats his fingers.

He slowly withdraws them, and I moan again, then he carries his wet fingers to my mouth and paints my lips.

“Open.”

I do as I’m told, and he slips his two fingers inside my mouth. I suck them clean, then he pulls them free and kisses me. I wriggle beneath him.

“I can’t wait much longer to have you.”

But I have different ideas, pushing him to his back and sliding down the bed.

He shifts to the headboard, leaning against it as I move between his legs and grasp his hard-as-a-rock dick in my hand and guide it to my waiting mouth. I give it a long lick, then run the head of it around my lips before taking it to the back of my throat in one movement.

He sucks in a breath. “Goddamn, woman. Yes.” He cups my head, brushing my hair off my forehead, and watches his wet cock sliding in and out of my lips. “Fucking gorgeous.”

He rolls his hips, matching my movements and urging me on.

When I sense he’s about to come, he rolls us until I’m on my back, then he moves to his knees, tears open a condom wrapper with his teeth, and slips it on.

With his dick in his hand, he guides it to my pussy, then circles the head around my entrance until it’s coated in my wetness.

“You want my dick, pretty baby?”

I moan and nod vigorously.

“Say it.”

“I want it.”

He drives inside me in one quick thrust. “God, I love the feel of your tight pussy clenching around me.” He stares into my eyes. “I want to commit this moment to memory.”

He rocks against me, dragging the shaft of his cock along my clit with every thrust.

Soon I’m panting again, thrashing on the bed. He keeps up his pace, building me toward orgasm stroke by stroke, until I’m desperate for him to go faster.

“Harder,” I pant.

He gives me what I want.

“I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. I’ve been damn near ready to blow since the moment I slid inside your perfect pussy.”

My hands stroke up his chest to cup his neck and pull him down for a kiss.

He breaks off, pressing his forehead to mine, breathing heavily. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking beautiful.”




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