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He couldn’t get enough of her taste. With his face coated with her cum, he turned off the vibrator and gently removed it before climbing up behind her.

He ran his hands down her legs as he shoved them apart to accommodate his size. Pulling her up on her hands and knees, he plunged into her, moaning deep in his throat at the feeling of her body wrapped around his cock.

Her body was on fire. If anyone had said she whimpered, Sway would have rolled her eyes, but here she was, whimpering beneath him, screaming out his name. His hands felt like they were everywhere. She couldn’t get a clear thought in her head. The anal vibrator had been a surprise that she wasn’t ready for. The intense sensation had taken her breath away. The higher he turned it up, all of her senses went into overload until she couldn’t stop the orgasm that erupted from her. There was a lot to say about begging.Holy hell, the man could fuck. Her clit hummed from the friction.

She watched over her shoulder as he fucked her. Sway loved watching as his muscles rippled, how the veins in his arms and neck bulged as he gripped her hips, keeping her body tight against his as he ground against her cunt. Sway’s body trembled as Vicious continued to move roughly against her. When he shoved her forward as he knelt on the bed, he picked up the pace and started pounding into her. She could barely hold herself up without him holding onto her. “Oh god!” she cried out as her entire body went tight in response to the orgasm that erupted from her.

Vicious’s fingers dug hard into her hips as he pumped into her. It was almost painful, yet something about the sensation made her want him to do it more. Her body craved the things he did to her.

Vicious was blind with lust. Need. Desire. He wanted to own her body and her soul. He wanted to mark her inside and out. When she moved, he wanted Sway to feel where he’d been and know he owned her. Every muscle tightened, his veins pulsed, and sweat ran down his body in rivets. Clenching his jaw tight, he felt the build-up, felt his balls tighten. He lost the battle but won the war as his cock spurted ropes of creamy, thick cum inside her pussy and on her inner thighs.

When his body finally calmed, he collapsed with her on the bed. Feathering Sway’s shoulder with kisses, he tried keeping some of his weight off her until he rolled to the side, bringing Sway with him. “Damn, woman, I think you’re trying to kill me.”

“No more than you’re trying to kill me.” Sway lay there, trying to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell as her heart pounded in her ears. So much for her being in control when it came to fucking Vicious.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Vicious couldn’t remember the last time he slept so soundly. He could blame it on the hours he was working, but deep down, he knew it was because of the woman currently sleeping in his bed. When he climbed out of bed, Sway was snuggled under a pile of sheets and blankets. With his mind and body relaxed from a hot shower, he turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he went to wake his sleeping beauty.

Sway woke to the smell of coffee, and she remembered where she was. She was in Vicious’s bed. She was embarrassed that she had fallen asleep on him the night before. Man, he had not been joking about them relaxing. Maybe he knew something she didn’t, like that sex wasn’t the answer to all things. It was, however, fun.

Burying her face into Vicious’s pillow, she breathed in his scent. Sway rolled back over and stretched. She’d slept like the dead. Something about the houseboat was calming.

Vicious smiled as he entered the bedroom. The room was toasty with the small wood-burning stove on. “You’re awake.” Stepping up into the bedroom, he saw Sway look at him over the blankets. “I have the bathroom heater on for you and coffee should be done.”

“Are you trying to move me along, Vicious?” Sway asked with a smile. He looked yummy with his skin all pink and warm from a fresh shower, and the towel hanging on his hips hid nothing.

“Not in the least.” Crossing the room, he barely put a knee on the bed when he heard the telltale sound of his phone ringing. Cursing under his breath, he reached over and answered the damn thing. “Hello.”

Vicious watched as Sway started to get up, and he shook his head. “Teller just called a meeting. Get your ass to the clubhouse,” Player snapped.

“On my way, mom.” Vicious chuckled as he hung up. Tossing the phone aside, he climbed onto the bed and crawled over Sway, forcing her to lie back down so he could take his time kissing her. “I have to head to the clubhouse,” he said between kisses.

“I have to go open the shop,” she answered.

“Can you lock up when you leave?” he asked as his mouth made its way down her naked body. Damn if he didn’t love that she slept naked.

“Mmmhmm.” When his mouth stopped at her mound, Sway gently shoved him down farther. She just needed his mouth on her for a few minutes. His hands pushed her thighs apart, and she opened them and let out a soft sigh. Her entire body was burning up, and her clit hummedwith need at the sensation of his tongue dipped between her folds.

Gliding one hand between her thighs, Sway slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, toying with Vicious’s tongue. Licking his way back up her body, Vicious fisted his hand tightly around his cock, pumping from the base to the head as he positioned it at her pussy’s entrance. “Keep those fingers in your pussy, baby.” With a hard thrust, he pushed into her cunt and groaned. “Fuck, your pussy is so fucking wet, baby.”

The smell of sex filled the room. He loved the smell of her. Loved the look of her cresting over the edge of that orgasmic ledge. “I love the feeling of your fingers gliding along my cock while I fuck you.”

Watching as her head thrashed against the pillow, he pumped harder into her sweet pussy. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his balls tightened. He couldn’t look away as Sway arched up, taking him deeper.

Her free hand tangled in the sheets, hanging on as she cried out his name. With her trembling legs vibrating against him, Vicious ground his teeth as every muscle tightened and his veins bulged as the orgasm burst from him, coating her inner walls with cum.

Slapping the side of her thigh, she gave him a half-ass smile. Gently pulling away from her, he collapsed next to her on the bed. “Woman, I’m gonna catch hell for being late.”

“Blame it on the traffic,” she panted out as she moved her cum-coated fingers from his dick over his stomach.

“I need to take another shower,” he grumbled, enjoying the feel of her fingers running over his stomach.

“I’m not. I’m gonna walk around all damn day smelling like you,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Damn, you’re fucking sexy.” Kissing her quick, Vicious climbed off the bed and quickly dressed. If you can wear me all day, I can definitely wear you.”

“That’s my man.” She giggled. “Now, get going before they fine me for you being late.”

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