Page 70 of Inherited Holiday

Her hips swayed without realizing she was doing so.

“You’re my sweet, perfect Elle.”

Our eyes connected.

What started off tender became urgent and demanding.

Branding her with my heated gaze.

Searing her.

Consuming her.

“No one has ever looked at me the way you do,” she breathed out.

“No one has ever loved you the way I do.” I locked eyes with her heated stare that mirrored mine, huskily groaning, “I can still taste your sweet little cunt in my mouth.”

Roughly gripping her thighs, I thrust into her harder.

She gasped a heady breath, and I took my time, savoring the feel of her.

Inch by inch, making her pant beneath me as I descended toward my final destination, working her into a frenzy.

Kissing.

Licking.

Biting the side of her long, dainty neck.

Inhaling her addicting scent of arousal mixed with the sweet smell of her pussy. Finally, ending my tantalizing torture with a kiss on her mouth. I continued my assault on her G-spot, knowing precisely where she liked it.

So deep.

So hard.

So fucking good.

“Nicholas…” she purred out my name, fisting her hand in my hair, using the other to support her weight.

I glided my tongue in her hungry mouth.

Her eyes closed, and her head fell back against my shoulder, grinding her hips in a back-and-forth motion. Her cum dripped down my balls and legs.

“Oh God…”

“Oh, you like that, do you? Where, Elle? Right here?”

I witnessed her unraveling from the inside out, possessing every last fiber of her being. I wanted to see what I was eliciting through her stare, only fueling my desire to have her watch me make her come, and she moaned in response.

Shaking.

Coming.

Surrendering.

Her body shook so violently, like a volcano ready to erupt from the pressure, the pleasure.

Seconds later, she came hard, screaming out, “Nicholas!”

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