Page 91 of Vengeful Union

“Rory,” she breathes, and the way my name sounds on her lips makes me plump in my boxer briefs.

I thrust up beneath her to show her how hard I am, and she gasps, hands at her sides, throwing her head back so that I can trace the line of her throat with my eyes.

She’s gorgeous, and the only thing in my head ismine, mine, mine.

But she’s not mine, is she? This is all temporary. This is all a ploy to take down my father, and I stupidly fell in love.

But how could I not? Lara is sweet and smart and beautiful, everything I never knew I always wanted in a partner.

I want to tell her that, but the words seem to block my throat.

She moves off me, standing up next to the bed and sliding off her panties.

I pull off my boxers, freeing my aching cock with a sharp intake of breath.

Lara settles between my legs, and my breath hitches.

“Lara.”

She smiles, taking me into her mouth, and it’s heaven and hell because her mouth is hot and wet, but I’m dying to thrust up, holding myself back, my thighs trembling.

She wraps her hand around me, pumping slowly as she hollows her cheeks.

I throw my head back, gasping in air as I fight not to burst in her mouth.

Lara moans around me and that’s it, I can’t take any more, pleasure shooting through my body.

I lean up and reach down to cup her face, pulling her off me.

She pouts, and I groan, laughing.

“Don’t want it to be over so quickly.”

She grins. “So, I’m good with my mouth?”

I growl in the back of my throat. “Too good.”

Lara giggles and straddles me again, pressing her hot core against my erection, and I moan, grabbing onto her hips to spear into her. She helps, reaching down to guide me inside and finally, I’m buried in her tight, wet heat.

My hips jut up involuntarily, and she cries out, bracing her hands on my chest and rolling her hips to meet my thrusts.

I don’t think I’m going to last long enough for her to come, but I grit my teeth and try to think of anything but how her breasts bounce as she rides me, how her flat stomach slaps against mine.

She moves on top of me like a snake charmer, and I’m sure my jaw will ache from holding back so much.

“Rory,” she moans. “I’m going to come.”

“Thank God,” I rasp, and finally let go, thrusting up into her as she rocks against me, my pelvis grinding against hers.

I sit up to pull her closer, only moving my hips and running my hands up her back. I kiss her shoulder, biting there when I finally release inside of her.

I can still feel her clenching around me as she moans, still rocking her hips, and I hiss at how sensitive I am after my orgasm.

After a few moments, she stills, leaning down to kiss me hungrily. I kiss her back lazily, sated now, sliding my tongue against hers.

When we pull apart, she presses her forehead against mine, still breathing hard.

I hold her closer, panting, too, and we spend a long moment like that, comfortable.

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