Page 68 of Twin Deception

I reached down to grab each of her ass cheeks in my hands. In the same stroke that I yanked her, sliding her over the hood toward me, I ripped off her thongs.

“You—”

Then I shoved her dress up, dug my fingers into the swell of her ass, and lifted her slightly. Lowering my head, I bent over and gave that sweet little cunt an open-mouthed kiss. The first hit of her tangy taste thrilled me. And like this morning when I ate her out as a good-morning greeting, I growled at the addictive fragrance of her cream that reached my nose.

“Miguel, you?—”

I swiped my tongue up and down, collecting all her juices and urging her to let her body make more for me. I wanted every drop. I wanted every cry and mewl and sexy groan.

Cutting her off and shocking her was fun, but I was waiting for the award of making her scream and come apart for me in an intense climax.

So, I stood there, off the side of the road. The car still ran underneath her as I kept her flat on the hood. My shorts hanging loose, my dick out like a flagpole, I ate her out and relished the unique taste of her tight pussy.

I licked and sucked. Then I kissed and nipped. Over and over, I laved my tongue all across and up and down her sensitive flesh. But when I finally stopped teasing her to pay attention to the hard bud of her clit, she slammed her hands down on the hood and arched her back.

“Oh…” She lifted her legs. Parting them, she spread her knees apart. Placing her sandaled feet on the hood, she used the pressure to thrust up to my face.

Yes. Yes, sweetheart. Take what you want. What you need. You’re not alone anymore. Not when I’m here.

Letting her fuck my face, lifting her ass off the hood while I ate her creamy cunt, I dragged my hands to her thighs, squeezing her legs and keeping her close.

When she came, I felt it. She creamed, coating my tongue. She cried, sounding out how hard her orgasm hit her. And she trembled, both her legs and with the flutters of her inner walls.

Before she could finish coming, I stood up and yanked her down the hood again. Her legs stayed splayed wide open, and I thrust my dick into her stretched hole, shoving into that slick entrance.

“Oh. Fuck. Miguel. Oh,fuck!” She panted and tried to arch up into me, still coming as I pounded into her without mercy.

This woman was mine.

She was it for me.

Isabel was the reason I wouldn’t be bored or listless.

My sweetheart was the beginning and the end of me. With her, I could start the rest of my life, truly living. And it would be the end, the closure I needed to give up the job I’d tired of.

Killing her father was supposed to be one last job before taking a break.

The order to kill her was never going to happen.

And now, as I planned to solve the reason anyone would target this lovely, sexy woman whose pussy squeezed me so hard, I knew that would be my last job. Saving her would be the end of my contracted employment.

But first, I came. Shooting my load deep inside her as she milked me, I hung my head and slanted forward until I could gather her in my arms. Our chests heaved. Our breath mixed as she clung to me.

Sitting on the edge of the hood, my cock wedged deep inside her, I held on to her and waited for my heart to slow.

Because once it did, it would beat to the march of hers—for the rest of our lives.

I’d swear on it.

Forever, Isabel.I pressed a kiss to her temple as she shivered and came down from the high.

You’re mine forever.

And I am yours.

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