Page 39 of His Wild Seduction

Holy. Fuck.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

JOSEF

Las Vegas was a feast of carnal delights for those searching.

Most recently, I visited there with Marat. But this was the first time I’d ever felt anything like this in Sin City.

And it had everything to do with the woman bouncing up and down on my lap, her big tits jiggling in my face as water splashed over the side of the tub.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Fucking Meredith into submission had been the plan, but if we kept going at it like this, I would be the one caught in her thrall.

Seriously, the woman was going to kill me.

My balls tightened, and I fought against my orgasm, needing her to come first.

It was all so much. Her soft body just felt too damn good.

Meredith moved on top of me like she was born to do just that. I was a big guy, but her cunt was made for my dick. Her heated channel squeezed me so good.

Goddamn. She was gorgeous.

A wild thing with flaming hair. Acres of soft, pale skin. Smelling of cocoa butter and broken promises. And it was more than I could take.

“Need you to come on this dick, Little Red. You ready?”

She whined and panted, and fuck, I was about to blow.

But not without her.

I grabbed her to me, tightening my hold and flexed my hips, grinding her dripping slit on my pubis, while sealing my mouth over her neck.

“Come for me. Now.” I commanded, holding still while she wiggled her sweet pussy on my shaft.

“Josef,” she gasped my name a split second before her eyes rolled back.

“Fuck,” I groaned, lifting her hips, and slamming her down once, twice, three times while I filled her with my cum.

When I was finally able to move, I carried her over to the shower stall. We washed together in silence. I wasn’t sure if it was exhaustion or wariness that held our tongues, but I was grateful for the reprieve.

I held her robe open, wrapping it around her flushed body before stepping back to grab a towel for myself.

“I just need to comb my hair,” she muttered, her brows furrowed, and I understood.

I needed a moment to myself, too. I reluctantly left her inside the bathroom, leaving the door ajar while I tugged on a fresh pair of boxer briefs.

When she finally exited the bathroom, Meredith’s hair was in a loose braid down her back. She pulled a pair of chaste looking pajamas from a shopping bag, and I turned my head so she wouldn’t see my grin.

If she’d had any idea that sleeping in some Victorian getup was going to dampen my lust for her, she had another think coming.

By the time I turned back to look at her, she was already dressed.

“Um, did you want me to sleep somewhere else?” she asked.

But I was already shaking my head.

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