Book one of 'The Vengeance Duology'
With just eight months left until I move 4,000 miles away, my life is thrown into chaos. The boy who was once my friend, then became someone I despised, is now changing in ways I never expected. And to make it wor...
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Within seconds, his mouth is on me, and my back arches off the bed as I grind desperately against his face. My needy cries fill the room, but he's relentless, ignoring every plea as he devours me with a hunger that borders on madness.
He licks and sucks my clit like a starved man, every movement of his tongue sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I can't take it; it's too much and not enough all at once. My thighs tighten around his head, and he responds with a satisfied growl that vibrates against me, the sound sending a shiver through my entire body.
When he dips his tongue inside me, it's the final push. I tumble over the edge, my release sudden and overwhelming. I scream his name, uncaring if the others hear, lost entirely to the bliss he's wringing from me.
I expected him to stop after that, but instead, he wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me even closer to his face, if that was even possible. He sucks hard on my swollen clit, and the combination of oversensitivity and overstimulation makes me writhe, desperately trying to escape. But his grip only tightens, anchoring me in place.
"One more, baby. Just one more," he groans against my sensitive flesh.
Like magic, my body responds, pleasure crashing through me with renewed intensity. He lifts his head and presses his face close to mine, his breath hot against my skin. "You're such a good slut for me, aren't you?" he murmurs.
I swear, this man could make me come just from his words alone.
I pull his mouth to mine, tasting myself on his tongue as our kiss deepens. His hand reaches for the bedside drawer, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper. Before I can second-guess myself, the words spill out: "We don't need a condom. I've got the implant, and as long as you're clean, so am I."
He looks at me, momentarily speechless, before clearing his throat. "I'm clean. But are you sure?"
"Don't hold back," I reply, my voice low and daring. "Fuck me like you hate me."
His eyes blaze with raw desire at my words. Without hesitation, he flips me over and grabs my hips, lifting them so my ass is elevated and my cheek rests against the bed.
He drags the tip of his cock between my folds, sending a shiver through me as the cold makes goosebumps rise on my skin. "Such a pretty pussy, amour," he praises, his voice a seductive murmur.
"Hurry up and fuck me then," I sigh, my impatience evident.
"So impatient," he groans, with a sharp smack against my ass, he thrusts deep, eliciting a scream of pure pleasure from my lips.
My eyes roll back as he pushes my waist down toward the bed, thrusting harder with each movement. The room fills with the rhythm of my ass slapping against his hips as he drives into me.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growls, his voice thick with pleasure. He sits back on his heels, pulling me flush against him and sinking even deeper. The wave of pleasure that hits me is overwhelming.
