Page 3 of Rectify

Dear God in heaven, help me.

“Bloody hell, Natalya, you’re killing me.”

“I love your Irish accent.”

“I know.” He’d worked hard to lose his accent, to sound like everyone else. The only time it was really noticeable was when he got excited or stressed. Or when he deliberately laid it on just to see Natalya smile.

“No touching,” she warned as she danced over his lap, torturing him with every thrust of her hips.

She turned to face him, straddling his legs once again as she kneeled on the wide chair and brushed her pussy back and forth over his cock.

“You’re a nasty piece of goods,” he scolded. “You know you’ll pay eventually, don’t you?”

But only if she returned. He sobered.

Natalya cupped his face. “I’m coming back, Aedan.”

He smiled. “Of course you are.”

A dubious look crossed her face, and he realized he hadn’t hidden his uncertainty well enough.

“Are you trying to kill me here? Don’t stop. I can take whatever you throw at me,” he added with a wink.

“Are you sure about that?” Leaning down, she licked his right nipple with her tongue. She kissed her way across his chest to his other nipple. “Because I can come up with a lot of ways to torture you.”

“I guess I’ll just have to suffer through them.”

She sat up. “Enough talking.” She cupped her large breast, holding it out. “Suck my nipple.”

Aedan took the firm bud into his mouth. He sucked it as she circled her hips, grinding her pussy against his straining cock.

He moved to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

Natalya slid down his body, running her tongue over his firm abs until she was kneeling in front of him. Reaching for his belt, she undid it quickly, then tugged at his pants. He raised his hips, helping her pull off his pants and boxers.

Aedan groaned as his cock sprung free from its confines. Natalya slipped her hand around the shaft, pumping. The head of his cock was engulfed in the warmth of her mouth.

He let his head fall back as she ran her tongue up and down his cock. She swallowed him down, consuming him. White-hot hunger nearly blinded him.

“Natalya,” he groaned.

“Yes?” She glanced up at him with feigned innocence.

“You keep that up and I’m going to come.”

Natalya ran her hand up and down his shaft as she grinned up at him, a naughty glint in her gaze. “Isn’t that the idea?”

“I want to come inside you.” He gritted his teeth as she squeezed him.

“Hmm, but what do I want?”

“You want me inside you. Filling you.”

She sighed. “God, yes.”

“Let me taste you.”

She stepped back as he slid onto the floor and leaned back against the chair.

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