Page 45 of Desire and Revenge

“I thought I heard something in here,” one of them says.

“It’s probably nothing.”

“Doesn’t hurt to check it out. You know, this spot will be pretty great for a wedding reception. Think the boss will let me have it for a day?”

“Bite down on this for me, will you, baby?” I whisper into her ear and then push her panties into her mouth. Her gaze wars between lust and fear, which eventually merge into one.

Her eyes are slits of liquid desire as I slant my mouth back on hers, fingers reaching between us to cup her pussy. The men are moving around the greehouse now, and the recklessness of the situation only makes me hotter. I want them to hear her, I want them to know that it’s me she screams for.

But I can’t risk it.

Not yet.

For both of our sakes, I can’t say fuck it and claim her in front of everyone like the animal inside of me is demanding.

“You’re dripping for me,” I tell her. “Does your husband know that you get wet for another man?”

Her moan is muffled, eyes pleading and nails tearing into my skin. I press my middle finger into her tight, wet heat, and she makes an inaudible sound, jerking against me.

Another finger joins the first, and she throws her head back, throat rippling with a low, keening sound.

“What was that?” I hear one of the guards ask, and their footsteps get closer.

Sofia’s legs wrap tighter around my hip, holding me in place as I start to fuck my fingers into her. I wrap my fingers around her throat, cutting off most of her air, mouth covering her breast, and biting at her skin desperately.

“Hmm,” she cries, “Hmm-hmm.”

The inaudible noises sound like she’s trying to say my name and I chuckle. The footsteps are so close now, and imagine them coming up on us, eyes wide with shock.

Sofia is almost vibrating out of her skin, and she begins to paw at my shirt. I allow her to pull it over my head even as my fingers continue to tunnel into her, pulling desperate noises from her throat.

Her hands are everywhere, exploring the contours of my chest and stomach and she’s beginning to get louder in her need.

I don’t need to hear the words to know that the humming sounds she’s making are pleas.

“What’s in there?” The men are standing right in front of the dark nook right now. if they move in just the slightest or flash a torchlight, they will be on us.

And then I’ll have to kill them.

“It’s nothing, maybe some animals or some shit,” the other one responds, sounding bored.

As soon as their footsteps fade away, I yank the lace from her mouth, kissing her softly, savoring the moment, before slipping it back between her lips. I lick her taste off my fingers, one by one, but it’s not enough. I want more—need more.

“Lean back,” I order softly. “Brace your palms behind you while I enjoy dessert.”

“Dessert? What are you—” Her eyes go wide as saucers as she realizes what I mean.

Sofia’s breath catches, coming in uneven gasps. She follows my command, positioning herself as instructed.

Carefully, I spread her thighs, baring her pussy to my gaze. Running one finger down the seam of her folds and then using two fingers, I spread them, baring more of her most intimate flesh.

Then I lower my head, and her entire body goes taut, anticipating that first touch. My tongue sweeps over her clit, and her hands nearly slip as she jerks in reaction. It’s like she’s receiving an electrical charge.

I toy with the sensitive peak repeatedly, swirling my tongue around and then sucking at it with gentle, then harder tugs. She tastes so damn good, and it is taking every single restraint I have to not flip her over and take her like the depraved man I’ve become.

Desire pools low in my belly, spreading like fire to every other part of my body. Most especially my now painfully hard cock.

Each swipe of my tongue has her more on edge, as I suck, tug, and lick her entire pussy until she’s gasping for breath. I nuzzle lower, kissing and licking a path to the mouth of her pussy. Rimming the entrance, flicking my tongue expertly and then delving within, fucking her pink hole with my tongue.

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