Page 30 of Vicious Sabotage

For a moment, he didn’t think she’d actually obey his command. She hadn’t followed his rules before.

Then she stunned him by very slowly rolling onto her stomach and shifting into the position he wanted to see her in.

At the sight of her round ass thrust his way, of that darkened stain of his handprint on her pale flesh, his cock surged. Precum streamed from the tip, and he barely held it together long enough to strip off his jeans and boxers.

With his fist clamped around his cock at the base, he tried to stave off his release while staring at his mark on Livia’s sweet ass.

She craned her neck to glance back at him. Her jaw dropping was the most amusing thing he’d seen in a long time, but there was no laughing. He needed inside her—now.

“Where are the condoms?” His gravelly tone sent her into action. She stretched out on her stomach, one hand reaching for the nightstand drawer. When she came out with a large box, the urge to hunt down all her past lovers, one by one, scorched through him.

As she drew one out of the box and tore it open, his case of blue balls tripled.

She crooked her finger at him, her expression part temptress, part tease. “You’ve been taking care of me. Time to let me return the favor.”

His feet were propelled across the floor by the mere look in her eyes. When she pushed to her knees, naked and gorgeous as hell, and reached for his cock, he damn near exploded.

“Easy,” he gritted out.

She flicked her gaze up at him. Her lips tipped into the first smile he could remember her ever giving him.

Tenderness washed through him. He raised his hand and cupped her cheek, tangling his fingers in her mussed red locks.

When she curled her fingers around the base of his cock, a shudder tore through his body.

“This…” she gave him a long, slow jack through her fist, “is impressive.”

“Thanks.” His molars gnashed on the word in his effort to keep from blowing all over her hand and making a complete fool of himself.

She eased her fist down his length again, and he swung his hips away, snatching the condom from her fingers.

“It’s been a while for me,” he volunteered by way of apology.

“That makes two of us. Hurry, Wolfe.”

Her use of his last name brought a laugh to his lips. “No woman’s ever called me that when I was about to do this.” He pinned her to the mattress and claimed her lips at the same time he slid balls-deep in her pussy.

She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed it, feeding her one of his own. She fit him like a fucking glove. A perfect fit, actually—something that rarely happened.

Planting her heels on his ass, she ground her hips against him, taking him a fraction deeper.

He thrust his tongue inside her mouth as he withdrew his cock through her drenched walls on the first stroke. By the second, he was hooked. The third, addicted.

By the fourth, there was no turning back. He intended to pound into her until she shuddered around his cock the same way she had around his lips and tongue.

He broke the kiss, still tasting her pussy and wondering if she did too. She met his gaze for a throbbing heartbeat and looped her arms around him, holding him close as he filled her with steady strokes.

Broken cries ripped from her throat. With a deeper push, he located a sensitive spot on her throat and teased it with the point of his tongue. She writhed underneath him. Her pleasure became his—another first for him.

He liked showing women a good time, but he was only in it for the release.

Livia was different.

She thrashed, grinding her hips, rocking and bucking. Her release struck—and his followed right behind. The first tightening of her pussy walls around his length stole all thought, and Carver pounded into her.

Hot jets of cum spurted from him. Each pulsation of her inner walls milked him. The orgasm went on far longer than most he experienced.

When his wits returned, he’d rolled onto his back. Livia was draped across him, her fingertip circling his nipple in a lazy flick.

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