Page 75 of Forsaken Oath

“Oh god. Oh fuck, Beau!” she chants like a prayer, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

Slowly, I ease her down, gentling my touch until she’s trembling and boneless. I press soft kisses to her inner thighs.

"Holy shit," she breathes out, her chest heaving.

I can feel how smug my grin is as I murmur, “Fucking delicious, Peach.”

Eloise reaches for me, her fingers threading through my damp hair as she pulls me up to her. Her eyes, dark and hazy with satisfaction, lock onto mine. There’s a moment of stillness, a heartbeat where the world falls away and it’s just us, caught in the gravity of this thing between us.

And then her lips are on mine, soft and pliant, kissing me with a tender fierceness that steals the breath from my lungs. I groan into her mouth, my hands coming up to cradle her face as I lose myself in her.

Her lips are soft and insistent against mine as she kisses me deeply, her tongue sliding along my lower lip. I part for her, meeting her tongue with my own, tasting her sweetness mixed with the flavor of her arousal. It’s intoxicating, and I’m already fucking addicted.

She shifts, water sloshing gently around us as she climbs into my lap, straddling my hips. Her lips drift to my neck, trailing hot little kisses down one side and up the other.

“Does my girl need more?” I groan, my hands flying to her waist. I spin us around and plant my ass on the middle stair.

“I might,” she teases, her breath hot in my ear. She settles over me, her hot little cunt lined up perfectly over my aching cock.

I’ve never hated a scrap of fabric more than I do right now. A single layer of cotton separates me from easing that ache in her perfect pussy.

I was wrong.

When she starts grinding is when I truly start hating boxer briefs. It’s exquisite torture, pleasure sparking along my nerve endings like live wires.

I feel that telltale tingle in my balls, and I grimace with disbelief.

“Eloise,” I groan, my back leaning against the edge of the pool. “Baby, if you keep that up, I’m gonna come in my boxers like a fucking teenager.”

She hums in response, a wicked glint in her eyes as she circles her hips, rubbing her clit against the ridge of my cock.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. “To feel you lose control. To know I can make you come undone, just like this.”

Her words send a lightning bolt of lust straight to my cock. I groan, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as I lose the urge to thrust into her from the bottom.

She gasps, and I lean forward to capture her mouth in a hot kiss.

“You’re playing with fire, baby.”

She leans in close, her lips a hair's breadth away from mine. “I can take it.”

I tangle my fingers in her hair, tugging her head back to expose the slender column of her throat. I drag my lips along her skin, nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of red marks in my wake. She moans, the sound sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. I’m close now, too goddamn close.

“Alright, Peach, you want to see me come, yeah?”

She nips along the side of my mouth, nodding. “I want tofeelyou,” she corrects softly.

She’s gonna get her wish soon here. I can’t hold it back any longer. My orgasm barrels toward me like a motherfucking freight train. I thrust into her one last time, holding her hips to mine as the world explodes into technicolor.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, awe wrapping around all the tender spots hiding in my ribcage.

Her laugh spills into the night, light and musical and fucking perfect.

Just like her.

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