Page 92 of Vicious Addictions

“You really are an Outfit Prince. You do love to order me around, don’t you?” she pants breathlessly, her eyes half-mast.

“Only in the bedroom, love. Now be a good girl and put me inside you already?”

Mina’s gaze turns even heavier as she grabs the base of my cock and positions it at her entrance.

When she sinks down as far as she can, we both hiss out.

“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my own gaze darken with pure unadulterated lust.

Mina places her palms on my chest, using this position to help her move up and down my girth.

I drink her in, memorizing every detail of her riding me.

The way her lips part for breath… or how her temple shines with beads of sweat from exertion…down to the little sounds she makes relishing me inside her.

“Talk to me,” she begs once she feels herself coming close to the edge.

My Mina loves her dirty talk. It’s her favorite aphrodisiac, knowing that whatever I say will push her to higher grounds.

I have to admit I’ve become quite addicted to it, too.

Telling her how she makes me feel…while she rides me so beautifully…yeah, it’s as close to heaven as I will ever get.

“Jude,” she begs when I take too long to give her what she wants.

“Hmm, that’s it…just like that…ride my cock. Fuck. I love watching you fuck me, Mina. It’s my goddamn favorite pastime, love.”

Her eyes shut, her cheeks flushing at the endearment.

“Eyes on me,” I bark out, needing her to look at my face so I don’t miss a moment.

Her eyelids swing open, her light gray eyes turning dark with desire. She chews on her bottom lip as she lifts her ass up and down, her pussy strangling my cock in the most glorious way.

“You’re so fucking tight, Mina. I must have ravished this pussy a million times already, and it still feels like day one,” I confess before slapping her nipple, getting it nice and hard for me, before cupping it in my hand. I give it a good hard squeeze, my mouth watering to get a little taste.

Mina cries out, her pussy clenching around me when my other hand grabs her other breast and gives it the same rough treatment.

“You like that, love? You like it when I’m rough with you?”

“Uh-huh,” she says breathlessly, incapable of forming actual words.

I slap her ass cheek good and hard, her gaze turning alert for a second.

“Use your words, Mina. Tell me what you want.”

“You. All I want is you. In any way I can have you,” she says, her cheeks flushing with coy embarrassment.

Fuck.

Doesn’t she know that she has me?

Body, heart, and soul?

Can’t she tell that all of me belongs to her?

That I’m hers in every way that matters?

That I always will be?

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