Page 52 of Revenge

I raise my arms over my head, granting her permission without words. She whips my shirt off and drops her eyes down to the hard planes of my abs a second before she kneels down in front of me, her fingers working the fly of my jeans with record precision.

My fists clench as droplets of blood fall down onto the white tile floor, fighting the urge to rip my shirt off her petite body and fuck her senseless. Somehow, I resist. I’m curious to see what she’ll do next.

She finishes undressing me until I’m standing there naked with my rock hard dick on display. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she takes in her fill. Color stains her cheeks and a devilish smirk spreads onto her face.

“What are you waiting for?” she whispers, looking up at me. “I’m yours for the taking.”

Her words break through the last shred of self-control I’ve been holding onto. I grip the sides of her ass, slamming her up against me until she feels the hard ridge of my cock digging into her taut stomach. One of my hands comes up to cup the side of her face, marring her perfect olive skin with a blemish of red. My thumb traces along her pouty lips, coating them in the same sea of blood. She’s tarnished with my sins and she’s never looked hotter.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

Through hooded eyes, she watches, waiting. Her hands hang loosely at her sides as her tits push up against my chest with every panting breath she takes. Our bodies glisten with moisture from the humidity enveloping the room.

My hand slips down and cups between her legs. She lets out a small gasp and I waste no time taking what is mine. What will always be mine. My mouth attacks hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure as I stroke her clit through the fabric of her panties. I delve my tongue inside her mouth, teasing her in tandem with my fingers.

“More. I need more.” She rocks up onto the balls of her feet, giving me better access. “Please.”

My hand moves farther down between the lips of her pussy until I’m as far inside her as the flimsy material will allow. I curl my fingers and work them back and forth, watching her the entire time.

She throws her head back and digs her nails into my biceps. The harder she presses into my skin, the faster I move until her whole body is shaking from the orgasm wracking through her body.

“Holy shit.” Her head rests against my shoulder as her body goes limp in my arms. She pants while her body shudders with tiny aftershocks, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“We’re just getting started.” I pull my fingers out from inside her and rip all of the clothes from her body in one quick motion before wrapping her legs around me and stepping inside the shower. The heat of her exposed core presses against me, taunting me like a dessert. One I need to taste.

I set her on her feet and kneel down between her legs. Water beats down on me as I wrap a leg over my shoulder and spread her lips apart with my thumbs. My tongue flicks out against her clit, playing her like a violin. Every stroke winds her body up tighter and tighter until she’s ready to snap. She’s so sensitive that it isn’t long before I’m pulling another orgasm from her.

Watching her come apart has my dick ready to explode. My balls tighten at the thought of being inside her again. I stand and pin her back up against the tile wall. My hips thrust forward along her slit, coating my dick in her juices.

“Fuck me,” she groans at the contact. “I need you to fuck me hard.” It’s a plea and one that will not go ignored.

“Hang onto me.” Without warning, I slam into her hard and fast, the slick heat of her pussy surrounding me. It’s tight and soft and feels like heaven. Her head falls back against the tile exposing the smooth planes of her neck. I lean forward and sink my teeth into the sensitive flesh.

“Oh God,” she moans. The harder I sink my dick and teeth into her, the louder she becomes.

Each sound she makes has my pulse racing. I continue to thrust into her with a punishing pace until her walls contract around me, and squeeze, drawing the orgasm from my body. Every one of my muscles tenses as my cock twitches with my release, marking her from the inside out as mine.

Our hearts race in sync as a mixture of sweat and water coats my back. I press my forehead against hers, letting my breathing even out. A sense of calm washes over me as I continue to hold her against me. Amongst the chaos around me, she’s become the very thing keeping me grounded.

Minutes pass before we’re able to move again. I lift my head and my chest tightens at what I see. Face flushed, lips swollen—she’s a perfect sight.

“That was…” She goes limp in my arms, unable to finish her thoughts. When she moves her head, I can’t stop the grin that breaks free. The sight of my mark on her body isn’t something I’ll ever tire of seeing. My dick likes it, too, because he’s already ready for round two.

“I’m not done fucking you, Princess.” And fuck her I do, not stopping until we’re both numb and sated.

After the shower, we made it to the bed for another round. We’re now lying down underneath the sheets, each lost in our own thoughts.

A few more beats of silence pass before Charlee picks up the framed picture of Lauren from the nightstand, drawing my attention to her, and rubs a finger against the metal edges. “Tell me more about her?”

I grab a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand and light it up. After a long drag, I exhale and give her what she wants. “We were just kids when we met, but inseparable from the first day.” A smile plays on my lips as memories of her flood my mind. “We were each other’s first everything. Everyone said we were like a goddamn fairytale.” I shake my head as the words taste like ash on my tongue. Some happy ending we got.

“She sounds perfect.” There’s no malice in her words, only understanding, and it’s another reason my head is slowly starting to catch up with my heart when it comes to her.

“She was my rock, the one who got me through the academy. She’d teach kindergarten during the day and handle everything at home after work so I could keep up with my rigorous schedule there.” I stop to take another drag from my cigarette, needing the nicotine rush to continue. “When…” Emotion claws at my throat like a knife, cutting off my voice. Six years and the pain hasn’t faded one damn bit. It’s just as fresh as the day it happened.

Charlee tightens the arm laying across my chest, anchoring me to the present. I clear my throat and force myself to go on.

“When we found out we were having a boy, she went to the store and bought every damn blue thing they had.” I laugh to myself, remembering it like it was yesterday. My hand absently rubs against her naked back as I let the images fall, and instead of being overcome with the usual sadness, I’m feeling lighter, like a small weight’s being lifted as I share my family, a part of my past with her.

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