Page 118 of Vengeful Union

It’s dark in there, only the moonlight illuminating Lara’s pretty face as she looks up at me. Her eyes look almost like they are glowing in the darkness.

I cup her face when I kiss her, a part of me hoping she can feel how I feel about her just by the kiss.

I bring her closer to me, putting my arms around her waist, and Lara moans against my lips.

She’s wearing a simple shift dress, and she pulls away only enough to turn and lift it up around her hips.

Lara looks back at me over her shoulder with a smirk that makes my heart race.

My eyes keep darting from her face down to her ass, exposed because she isn’t wearing underwear.

“Little minx.” I run my hands across her ass. “You were hoping we’d hook up in public.”

“Maybe.” Her cheeks flush, and she places her hands on the bench of the gazebo, arching her back.

“Maybe, my ass.”

Lara giggles, but then it turns into a long groan as I spread her legs apart with my thigh.

I slide two fingers into her, arching them up as she clamps one hand over her mouth, trying not to be too loud.

“You wanted this. No reason to be quiet now. Let everyone hear you.”

Lara drops her hand, a wrecked moan leaving her throat, and the sound makes me impatient, my cock rock hard in my pants.

I manage to free myself, and I quickly remove my fingers from her slick entrance, taking myself in hand and sliding into her.

“Rory,” she breathes. “Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, fuck is right,” I groan low in my chest, taking her hips in my hands and pulling her back against me.

Her thighs are trembling already.

I love how sensitive she is, how it only ever takes a few strokes to make her flutter around me.

“Oh, I’m coming, don’t stop.” She rolls her hips back to meet my thrusts.

I grit my teeth as she pulses around me hard, mewling out a moan that sends a shock of pleasure down my spine.

“Want you to come again,” I say in a rough voice, keeping up the same rhythm.

It only takes a few more moments before she’s coming again, and I gasp out her name.

I pull her upright, her back against my chest as I thrust up into her, finishing inside her.

Lara whimpers, still rocking her hips in the aftershocks.

I groan and laugh at the same time and slowly pull out of her, adjusting myself back into my pants and brushing down her dress.

Lara kisses along the side of my face, nuzzling against my neck when she’s done.

“Was it everything you fantasized about?”

I grin down at her. “And more.”

“I still can’t believe you weren’t a teenage Casanova,” she says as we sit down to catch our breath.

“Never really had the time.” I wince. “I was kind of a nerd in high school.”

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