Page 26 of Vengeful Vows

“Shut up,” she growls, straddling me, bunching up her dress around her waist.

When I tug it off her, she’s not wearing a bra, just a pair of nearly translucent panties, and I take a nipple in my mouth.

She arches her back, rocking her hips against my erection, and I gasp against her skin.

Bree reaches down between us, unbuttoning my slacks, reaching inside, and fills her hands with my cock

My breath catches in my chest.

“Fuck.” I thrust into her hand, wanting her so badly it feels like I’m already about to explode.

I shove her panties to the side, thrusting into her.

Last time, her temper got her all hot and wet, so I hoped this time was the same, and I’m happy with how slick she’s already, just like I thought.

“You want me,” I taunt. “You want me so bad you’re aching for it.”

“I think you’re thinking of yourself.” She rocks her hips with a little smirk, the very first smile I’ve seen, and I can’t breathe as she does a little lap dance, rolling her hips, shaking her ass, bouncing on me.

I grab hold of her hips, thrusting up beneath her as her hands slide across my chest, her thumbs flicking over my nipples. It sends pleasure down my spine.

“I do want you.” Like I could deny it if I wanted to. “But at least I’m man enough to admit it.”

“God,” she moans. “God, please, I’m going to come.”

I pull out of her, throwing her down on the bed as I pull her panties down to her knees, and she gets up on all fours, spreading her thighs, not bothering to take her panties all of the way off.

I love the way she looks, spread out for me, glistening in the light.

She’s shaved almost bare with just a landing strip, and looking at her makes my mouth water. Part of me wants to press my face into her pussy, taste her, inhale her musk, but my dick is aching for her, and I want to be inside her so badly I don’t think I can wait.

“You’re so fucking hot. So wet and tight,” I moan. “Your perfect ass.”

I shouldn’t be praising her, but I can’t seem to stop.

She rolls her hips back against me, and I guide myself into her, riding her hard.

She buries her face into the pillows, and I wrap my hand around her hair, pulling her face up.

“Nuh-uh, princess. I want everyone to hear how well I’m fucking you.”

She cries out as I continue thrusting. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?” I slow down even though my balls are already drawing up.

“Please make me come,” she begs, and I grab hold of her hips, dropping her head, and fuck her hard and fast, angling up to get to her deepest parts.

She moans out my name when she comes, and between that and the way she clenches around me, I can’t hold back anymore. I spill inside her, groaning out her name.

Bree gasps, collapsing as I pull out of her, and I slowly shift her so that I can put her under the covers, lying next to her.

I’m panting, and Bree’s still lying face down.

“Just because I want you to fuck me doesn’t mean I like you.” Her voice is muffled by the pillow where she buried her face.

I chuckle. “All right. Fair enough.”

She twists on the bed, turning over and frowning at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

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