Page 76 of Hell Breaks Loose

Skirt.

Jeans.

Every movement is more than insistent. Demanding. Fervent.

Her breasts are practically spilling out of her pushup bra, making me fucking weak in the knees. And stiff as a rod.

Which she immediately picks up on as I press against her soft, luscious front. Her hand snakes into my shorts faster than I can blink, clutching me hard. Rough.

“Lena—”

“Shut the fuck up and take me. Now.”

The growl that escapes my lips flares her eyes, blushes the skin on her chest. And I devour it, kissing and biting along her neck, her clavicle, and down.

“Hmm, Gavin…”

“How loud can we be?”

“Panic room. Back there, as loud as we want,” she manages to tumble out, rushing for the bookcase, slamming her thumb down on the button, and shoving the door open.

Yanking me behind her, she kicks the door closed after me, almost losing one of her spike heeled pumps in the process. She starts to flick them off.

“No.” My eyes light up, smoldering down along every inch of skin, accented by black lace at the chest, a scrap of black silk at the crotch, and thigh highs the rest of the way down. It boils my blood to see her in the tight-fitting hose, capped in sleek, shiny, leather heels. “Leave them on. All of it.”

To prove my point, I turn her around, worshiping the sight of her thighs plumped up just beneath the handfuls of ass cheeks, all perked by the lingerie and straps.

I can barely contain myself as I bend her over the cot against the wall, scooping a cheek in each hand and spreading her wide for me.

I start to tug her panties down when she flexes, pinning the strap of her thong and shoving her ass into my face. “Leave those on, too.”

All I can do is grin up at her as I tug that string aside, teasing the soaked skin underneath with my lips, sampling the first taste of her sex.

She tucks her knees under her, thrusting that sumptuous perfection high in the air for me, exposing her center to let me in. To let me see the strip of elegantly embroidered black, barely covering her folds.

“I’m going to ruin these…” I mutter, kissing her through the fabric.

“You’d better.” Hellena gasps, shivers running down her legs.

I let my hands explore her skin, running down her legs and the sheer material of her hosiery as I tease along the edge of her thong. In seconds, my blood is pounding in my ears, my body begging me to cut to the chase.

But I’ve waited way too long for this.

Flipping one leg, then the other, over my shoulders, I hoist her up, burying my face between her legs and ass. She’s scalding hot to the touch, drenched.

“Lift me, upside down,” she moans as I drag the string aside, then my tongue straight down her middle.

With a soft chuckle, I stand, lifting her completely up, her thighs planted firmly on my shoulders, ankles hooked behind my head. Holding her in place with one arm around her torso, I keep playing my tongue along her, toying with her, circling down to flick the peak of her pleasure every now and again.

Until I feel her rip down my shorts, her nails biting into my ass.

Gripping me for stability.

Right as she takes me into her mouth, swallowing me completely.

“Oh, sweet fuck, Lena!” I groan into her center, ecstasy pulsing through my core, up my spine. Her lips are silky soft and slick, bobbing up and down on my cock.

I’ve never felt anything like it, holding her upside down, our bodies flexed, straining.

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