Page 98 of The Chemistry of Us

I gasped a heady breath, turned on but also startled by his aggressive gesture. He took his time. Inch by inch, leaving me breathless beneath him, working me into a frenzy.

Kissing.

Licking.

Making love to me with his skilled tongue.

I sat up on my elbows and pleaded, “Please...” My back arched when he did exactly what I asked.

I exploded, coming so hard I think I blacked out for a moment. “Vaughan...” I purred his name.

I watched as he threw off his shirt and freed his huge, hard cock. Placing his shaft along my opening, he soaked the tip with my wetness and parted my lips. Slowly and deliberately swaying up and down, he knew my clit was still sensitive from his relentless tongue.

“You…” That was all I could say.

In one hard thrust, he was deep inside me.

My hands gripped the edge of the table while he slammed in and out of me. I could feel my core clamping onto his cock, tighter and tighter with each push and pull of his dick.

With each moan that escaped my lips.

With each deep thrust of his cock.

I lost myself to him.

Coming.

Spasming.

Trembling.

I couldn’t stop.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead on mine to stare deep into my hooded eyes.

Our hearts pounded.

Our skin was covered in sweat.

Our lungs were completely out of breath.

He made love to me, oblivious to everything around us.

Vanished in our abandonment.

In our own world.

In our own everything.

When he moved his hands to my clit, my breathing escalated. “Yeah, Tru, just like that ... give it to me...”

He kissed me more aggressively than before and gripped the back of my neck, wanting to bring me closer to him. Our lips moved on their own accord, no longer having any control over our actions.

He kissed my jawline to my neck and then deliberately made his way back up to my mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, roughly gripping my hips.

Moving harder, faster, for his pleasure and mine. My body was on the verge of shuddering as I took his vigorous assault.

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