Page 41 of Twin Deception

“I told you,” I repeated in a growl as I pinned her there.

Rain still fell. Lightning and thunder continued in the distance. It was just me and her out here, and finally, I lost it. The fraying thread of my temper and patience gave way. The next time she pushed and wiggled to get free, I grabbed her hands and thrust them up over her head. With the flatter position over the sand, her chest stretched and her back arching up at me, she narrowed her eyes.

Stubborn and defiant to the end.

I’d caught her, andstillshe looked at me with such a fight blazing in her brown gaze.

“I told you I’d catch you.”

She huffed. “So what? I’m done. I’m done with you.”

“Too fucking bad, sweetheart. Because I’m only starting with you.”

Her lips parted open as she stared at me. Memorizing this moment, I paused and studied her, wondering how in the hell she could be the one to make menotwant to finish a job. How she could be the one who’d make me fail.

But how could I not? Lying over her, pressing her soft, delectable body to the sand, I lost all traces of common sense. Ihadto have her—in my life, arguing with me so hotly, and hopefully, wrapped around my dick. I was already hard, raging for her with her body beneath mine.

For a long moment that felt both too short and too long, we stared each other down. So many unspoken things passed between us, wordless conveyances of how much we needed each other. She could protest and fight all she wanted. She could lash out and rail at me, but I saw the truth on her face, I noticed the desire in her eyes, and I felt the neediness of her body acquiescing to me.

Her legs had parted open in our fall, leaving room for me between them. Her nipples were already hard points, showing through the thin layer of her soaked dress.

“I’m just starting with you,” I repeated, “and I’m going to show you what happens when you think about running from me ever again.”

Slanting down, I covered her mouth with mine. Each time I pressed against those pouty pink lips, she felt softer and warmer. More eager to open. So wet for me to slide in and taste more of her tangy, potent spice.

Jasmine. Her sweet scent wafted up to me as I plundered her mouth. I stroked my tongue and explored as she writhed and moaned for more. I sucked on her lip as she thrust up at my dick poking through the layers between us.

Just like that, she was the lighter fuel to my fire. Desire ruled me, but a deeper sense of sick and twisted glee captivated me that I’d gotten her. I hunted, and I caught my prey.

She was all mine to feast on. Mine to fuck and pleasure. Mine to run ragged after coming, only to make her beg for more and more.

“I told you that I’d catch you,” I said again as I ripped my mouth from hers. She panted, staring at me with wild, needy eyes as I hovered over her.

“I—”

I kissed her quiet again at the same time I lowered my hand between her legs. The soaking wet dress bunched up into a soggy handful, but the more I reached down toward her pussy, the faster she arched into my touch, seeking friction. The more I stroked over her wet panties, slippery with her arousal, the louder she moaned and kissed deeper.

“You want me to show you what happens? What you get for making me hunt you down?” I yanked her panties up, ripping the seams. Then I teased my finger along her slit, pushing in to finger her.

“Ah!” She cried out until I kissed her quiet again.

“You want me to punish this pussy? You dare to run and think you can get away? Fromme?”

She moaned as I added another finger. With my thumb, I teased her clit, but I pulled my hand away and momentarily strained to focus on shedding my shorts and boxers.

My dick ached. I panted, out of breath and feeling like I’d completed a marathon to get here with her. And it was all worth it. Every damn second of the chase led to this moment. This reward.

At last, I got my shorts down far enough that I could line myself up to her wet entrance. Parking just the head at her pussy, I watched her furrow her brow and lick her lips, breathing so hard that her chest rose and fell faster.

Still keeping her hands above her head, shoved to the sand, I brought my other hand to my mouth. “You think you can run and deprive me of this?” Slowly, and while not letting her look away, I sucked her cream off my digits.

“Miguel.” She swallowed after uttering my name. Pushing her hips up, she gave me mixed messages. Was she trying to push me off? Was she reminding me that my cock was just barely there, ready to slam in and stretch her inner walls?

That was what she’d get. I squeezed her wrists together as I dipped my hips and plunged into her sweet, tight heat.

She cried out again, loudly, but a crack of lightning blasted down and drowned the sexy sound out.

It wasn’t a problem. I tortured us with a slow drag out of her slick cunt, then slammed back in and got to hear another long, sexy-as-hell cry of pleasure.

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