Page 11 of Bound By Revenge

“Why—” she starts, but I silence her with a smile.

“Because I’m not done with you.”

I rise to my feet, towering over her as she sprawls across the desk, her chest heaving, her pupils blown wide with lust. Her fingers trail down her body, brushing over her nipples, and she bites her lip as her legs spread wider, inviting me back in.

“Shit,” I mutter, unzipping my pants. My cock springs free and her eyes lock onto it, hunger flashing in her gaze. I stroke myself slowly, letting her watch, and her hips roll against the air, desperate for me.

“Turn around,” I command, my voice rough with need.

She obeys instantly, twisting to face the window. I grab her hips, positioning her so she’s bent over the desk, her ass high and her wet pussy glistening in the dim light. The sight nearly undoes me, but I grip her waist, steadying myself as I press the tip of my cock against her entrance.

“Ready,kiska?” I ask, my tone a low growl.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “God, yes.”

I push into her slowly, savoring every inch as her tight heat stretches around me. She hisses in a breath, her body twitchingand trembling as she adjusts to me. I feed myself into her inch by inch, savoring every second, determined to make this moment last. She moans, her back arching, and I grip her hips harder, pulling her onto me until I’m buried to the hilt. The feeling is indescribable—hot, wet, perfect—and I take a moment to breathe, to keep from losing myself too soon.

Fully inside her, I grind my hips against hers, earning a raspy moan from deep in her throat. With the last shreds of self-control, I resist the urge to thrust, giving her a moment to adjust to my size.

The sensations she’s unleashing on me are almost unbearable. Moonlight and the glow of the party lights filter through the glass, bathing her skin as her heat envelops my shaft and her tight pussy welcomes me. The smell of her perfume mingles with the heady scent of our arousal, her erratic breaths joining the pounding of my heartbeat in the stillness of the room.

For a brief instant, I wonder if I could go mad from this.

Her breath fogs the glass in front of her as she shifts her hips, urging me to move. I pull out almost completely before slamming back in, drawing a startled cry from her lips. I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust deep and precise, rocking the desk beneath us.

Her fingers claw at the wood, and her cries grow louder, echoing through the room. I lean over her, sliding my hand up her back until I grip her hair, tugging her head back so I can kiss her neck. She moans, her pussy clenching around me, and I groan into her skin.

“You feel so fucking good,” I rasp, biting down on her shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice ragged.

I don’t. I pound into her, the slap of skin against skin mingling with her cries and my rumbling groans. My handsnakes around her body, finding her clit, and I rub it mercilessly, sending her spiraling closer to the edge.

Then she reaches between us to cup my sack, but I catch her wrist, pinning her arm behind her back. I plunge into her with a relentless rhythm, my free hand tormenting the taut peaks of her breasts.

“No chance. You won't make me come before I’m done fucking you.”

She grinds her hips against mine, spreading her legs wider, silently begging me to go deeper.

The large glass windows reflect our intertwined bodies, and I can’t stifle a groan as I watch her breasts bounce tantalizingly with each movement against me. I reach up to touch them, our eyes locking through our makeshift mirror.

“Look at them,” I murmur, nodding toward the party still in full swing just beyond the window. “All those people, completely unaware that I’m fucking you right here.”

Her gaze snaps to the window, and her lips part in a soft gasp as she takes in the oblivious crowd. I’m buried so deep inside her that I feel the exact moment her arousal spikes, her body grinding harder against mine, and I smirk, knowing I’ve hit a nerve.

“You like it, don’t you?” I taunt, circling her clit faster. “Naughty girl, putting on a show.” I reward her by pinching her nipples and bucking my hips hard against hers, pulling a moan from her parted lips.

Her only response is to bite her bottom lip before twisting to catch my mouth in a frantic, sloppy kiss, pushing me closer to the point of no return.

Her breathing grows more ragged, and her rhythm becomes more urgent. Somehow, she grows slicker, her body gliding up and down my dick with mounting desperation.

I break the kiss, meeting her gaze again in the window. Without a word, I cover her right hand with mine, guiding it to her breast before sliding our joined hands down her stomach, finally reaching her wet, waiting heat.

As I drive into her, I guide our fingers to spread her open, finding her swollen clit. The second we touch it, her head snaps back, a raw moan spilling from her lips.

“No,kiska. Don’t close your eyes. Watch yourself come in front of all of them.”

With a sharp gasp, she lifts her head, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror. As our fingers rub her clit and I drive deep inside her, a surge of pleasure nearly rips through me. Her soft, breathy sighs punctuate my racing heartbeat, and I feel the telltale rush climb inside my cock, unstoppable.

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