Page 21 of Pure Vengeance

“No. Yes.” Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth.

I shift again, pressing the tip of my cock where my fingers are. Her eyes widen. Her hands raise to press against my chest.

“Hands down.” I order and she drops them, like the best girl.

Slipping my fingers from her, I fist my cock. Stroking myself, I rub all of her juices over the length of my dick.

“Do you want me to stop now?” I ask, pushing the head of my cock past her entrance.

She whines.

Uncertain girl.

One thrust and I’m seated fully inside. She cries out, and I suck in a breath. Fuck, she’s tight.

I hold still, giving her a beat to adjust.

“Anton!” She shoves at my shoulder, and I grimace when she pushes on my wound. “Shit! Shit. Sorry!” She pats the injury, like that will make it better.

If I wasn’t trying my hardest not to plow her to death with my cock, I would find the whole thing humorous.

“Fuck, you feel good.” I lean down, pressing my mouth against hers, I take her groan into me as I pull back and shove forward again. “So tight.” I kiss her again, thrusting harder this time.

“Anton,” she says after I break another kiss. “Harder, Anton. Please.” She swallows hard after the request. The blush returns to her cheeks.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” I take her hand and bring it between our bodies, to her pussy. “I want you to rub your clit until you’re ready to come unglued. Yes?”

She thinks for a moment then nods.

“Words, Claire. Tell me you underhand.”

“I understand.” Her fingers are already working over her clit. A featherlike touch brushes my cock when I pull back and I nearly lose it right there. Fuck, just a touch from her and I’m ready to blow.

I grit my jaw.

“Hold steady, sweetheart,” I warn her. Stopping just short of leaving her all together, I look down at our bodies. My cock still inside of her pussy, and her fingers working over her swollen clit.

Faster and faster she moves and the tighter my balls get.

Fuck.

A tremble works its way through her.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come hard,” I order as I plow into her hard.

A bomb could explode beneath us, and I would not stop. Over and over, I thrust into her body. Harder and harder, until she’s shaking.

“Oh!” She cries out. Feeling her orgasm cresting, my body releases with her.

“Anton!” She screams my name, grasping at my shoulder with her free hand. Again, she irritates my wound, but it won’t stop me. Plowing harder, faster, I drive through her orgasm, taking in every beautiful sound of her release until my body explodes with her.

“Fuck!” I growl, capturing her mouth beneath mine.

Electricity zips and zaps run over my skin until a sweet hum covers my entire body.

A moment later, I raise up on my elbows and look down at her. Confusion and anger wars in her beautiful eyes.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she says when I continue to stare at her.

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