Page 34 of Fast Vengeance

Sweat popped out along his spine as he watched her. He hadn’t expected this. For her to want this. He had thought this would be all about her pleasure, about her using his body to take what she wanted. But it sure as hell looked like torturing him like this turned her on.

God.

She sucked him harder, swirled her tongue around him. Watching his face while she waged a brute assault against his control. He gasped when she released him with a soft popping sound, his whole body aching, dying for the release that hovered tantalizingly out of reach.

But all that faded away the moment she sat up and reached back to undo her bra. Watching him, she slid one strap down her shoulder, then the other before baring her breasts to his ravenous gaze and tossing the lace aside.

He swallowed a groan as she cupped them, her thumbs sweeping across the hardened tips. Then she crawled forward up the length of his body and he cursed his bound hands as she straddled his hips and leaned down, dangling her breasts like ripe fruit above his waiting mouth.

He lifted his head to take what she offered. Closing his lips around one tight nipple, a bolt of possessive hunger ripped through him at the soft whimper that spilled from her lips. She slid her hand beneath his head, cradling it, holding him close as he suckled, teased just as she had him. Her hips moved, rubbing her core against his cock as she offered him her other breast, panting softly.

With a gasp she sat up abruptly, the candlelight glowing on her skin, her cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded with arousal. He worried for a moment that something had triggered a bad memory for her, but then she reached down and shimmied out of her panties, skimming them down her legs and off. And when she turned to face him once more, his ravenous gaze went straight to the exposed folds between her thighs, glistening in the flickering light.

He made a low sound of need when she slowly slid a hand down the center of her body, pausing to hover over that tender flesh, her teeth sinking into her plump lower lip. Her lashes fluttered as she caressed herself, her back arching. “You make me so wet,” she moaned shakily.

Brock couldn’t tear his eyes away from her caressing fingertips. He swallowed and licked his lips, dying to taste her, every muscle in his body strung taut.

“Come up here,” he rasped out. He needed to taste her. Right now.

Her eyes lifted to his. She slid her hand from between her thighs and reached her glistening fingertips toward his mouth. Brock moaned and sucked them eagerly, licking the pads of her fingers, the intense arousal in her eyes killing him.

He wrenched his head to the side so he could speak. “Come up here,” he repeated, a husky command instead of a plea this time. He wanted to worship her with his mouth. Give her what she needed.

Her cheeks flushed darker. She hesitated a moment, then eased her way up, finally straddling his face. Still too far away for him to get his mouth where he was dying to put it, the scent and sight of her arousal making his head spin.

“Closer,” he ground out.

Letting out a shaky exhale, she reached up to grasp the top of the headboard and slowly splayed her legs farther apart. A low, dark sound came out of him as he settled his mouth against her parted folds. She gasped, her thighs tensing, but didn’t pull away.

“Stay right there, angel,” he murmured against her, and eased his tongue along her softness.

“Brock,” she moaned, a slight tremor in her thighs as he licked and sucked, pausing to focus on the swollen, rosy bud of her clit.

He growled and went to work on driving her out of her mind. Soft flutters. Slow, licking caresses that delved inside her. And finally, gentle suction around that tender bud at the top of her sex, his tongue rubbing soft and sweet.

Tori mewled, panting, her hips rocking against his mouth, head tossed back.

That’s right, angel. Let me make you come. He was on fire, totally focused on her, barely managed to bite back a protest when she suddenly lifted away and scrambled to the side.

But this time, it wasn’t because she was scared. No, that was pure, electric heat in her eyes as she slid off the bed and stood before him, her breasts rising and falling with each excited breath. “Condoms?”

Thank you God. “In my bag.”

She practically dove for it, came up with a packet and tore it open. He was hard as fucking stone, his cock flexing, reaching for her when she smoothed the latex over him. He drank in every detail of her as she moved to straddle his hips and paused, setting her hands on his chest before meeting his gaze.

“Slide down on me,” he told her, barely managing to get the words out. His heart hammered at his ribs, all his muscles coiled tight.

One side of her mouth curled up in a sensual smile as she reached down to position him. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she pressed downward with her hips. Engulfing the head of him in warm, wet heat.

Her swift intake of breath sliced through the haze of pleasure swamping his brain long enough for him to focus on her face. She wasn’t afraid though. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted now as she sank down more, one hand caressing her clit. She looked like a woman totally abandoning herself to sensual pleasure.

As long as he lived, he would never forget the sight of her like that.

Brock swallowed and gripped the rung of the headboard until his knuckles ached, fighting the need to surge upward and impale himself. Tori eased up him a few inches, slid back down, taking more, more, until he was finally buried inside her. He stopped breathing, a shudder ripping through his body.

She sighed, shifted to lean more of her weight on the hand planted on his chest, right over his thundering heart, and began to move. Each slow glide of her sex over the length of him made fire lick up his spine. Every tiny gasp and moan of pleasure from her lips drew his muscles tighter, until he was ready to beg for her to ride him until he came.

The expression on her face was pure, erotic enjoyment, eyes closed, face flushed as she took her pleasure from his body. She was so fucking gorgeous like that, lost to sensation, it almost broke his control.

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