Page 49 of Indecent Villain

“Kinsley,” he growls. “Never apologize for taking what you want from me.” He gives me a wicked grin.

I blush as I pass him back the bottle of water. He places it on the nightstand before climbing back under the covers with me. I don’t resist when he tugs me into his arms. I shudder when his large hand grasps my bottom and holds me firmly against him.

“I am so sorry he hurt you, Kinsley. I wanted to rip his head off.”

“Let’s forget apologies today. Just keep holding me.”

He kneads my bottom before his hand slowly travels over my hip down to my thigh. He hooks my leg over his hip and presses his dick at the juncture of my legs. I shiver with pleasure.

“Jock took Nine down in the office,” he says, his lips brushing against my collarbone. “They made a mess.”

“Good,” I whisper, even though I’m not entirely sure why.

Tiberius nuzzles into my neck, softly kissing the bruising along it. He trembles in my arms as I slide my fingers into his hair and hold him against me. I ache for him and find it difficult to stay still. Of its own accord, my pussy starts rubbing along his penis. He feels so good right where he is.

“I haven’t done anything like this with anyone else,” I admit.

His eyes find mine. “You shouldn’t be doing anything now,” he says, his voice husky and soft.

“I want to know what it feels like when the ache bursts into fiery pleasure with you inside of me.”

His whole body vibrates as he holds my gaze while he nuzzles against my breasts. My hardened nipples poke at the thin material of my tank top. When Tiberius nibbles on my sensitive buds through the material, I release him, desperate to yank my top off over my head.

He rolls me to my back, his pelvis wedged between my legs. I rock my hips up into his thickness, moaning in delight. Tiberius cups my breasts and takes one into his mouth. I shout and arch into him as pleasure shoots straight between my legs. My pussy throbs and feels swollen as I move against him. I need more. So much more.

“More! Oh God! I need more of you. Tiberius, take my panties off.”

“Fuck!”

His body leaves mine, and he makes quick work of my lace panties. He kneels between my spread legs and stares at my pussy.

I arch and moan. “Touch me. Please.”

His eyes land on mine as he shoves his boxers down. Out pops his huge cock. It’s a beast, and I want it all. I grip his arms and pull myself closer until my pussy presses against him. His eyes roll back before he tackles me down to the bed. His mouth searches and finds mine. I immediately open and taste him. Our tongues slide together and our teeth clash, but neither of us break free.

I’m completely wrapped up in his arms. The moment the tip of his cock presses between my legs, I moan into his mouth. I capture his gasp. It sends me wild. I rub myself against him uncontrollably, wanting him inside me, needing him. I’m on the peripheral of something potent, and I can’t stop chasing it.

Tiberius tugs his mouth free and lowers his face to my chest. With one large, tattooed hand, he holds my breast as he licks and nibbles my nipple. His other hand kneads and tugs on my other breast. He takes his time, lavishing love on each one before moving downward. He kisses my belly button and then my mound. I don’t take my eyes off the sexy man.

“Have you had anyone between these legs?” he asks as he lightly touches me.

“Oh!” I throw my head back and arch upward. “No. Never.”

With those words uttered, I find my legs tossed over his shoulders and his mouth on my pussy. He licks and sucks and nibbles and fucks me with his tongue.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair, and I scream his name. I press and rub against his mouth as pleasure explodes. My nipples tighten to hard peaks and goose bumps cover my body, but the pleasure pulsing through me is incredible. Tiberius doesn’t stop until tiny ripples of delight run through me.

He grins and moves up my body. He kneels, takes his dick into his hand, and jerks off. Long streams of thick, creamy semen shoot across my belly and breasts.

“That’s the best fucking orgasm,” he groans, coming down to lie on top of me. He winces. “Fuck, sweetheart. I made a mess.”

“You can wash it off me in the shower,” I suggest, my throat scratchier than ever. “I don’t think I should have screamed.”

“No. Give me a minute, and I’ll get you water and some painkillers.”

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