Page 62 of Forbidden Vengeance

“What’s it like?” Elena asks, almost offhandedly as she watches herself lazily stroke me from base to tip. Her thumb presses against the slit of my cock and I bite back a curse. Fuck me.

“What?” I ask, fingers raking over my own abdomen as I watch that languid roll of her wrist over my cock.

Elena grips me harder, her hand halting somewhere towards my base and I thrust upward into her unmoving palm, wanting friction she doesn’t grant me. I growl.

“Wanting me so badly,” she answers me, “I had to push you off me.”

“I can show you,” I respond, hissing as she strokes my cock again.

She laughs and leans forward slightly, her breasts pressing against my chest. The tip of my cock taps against her belly with each stroke.

“That’s so cute,” she hums as her pace quickens over my cock. I start to rock my hips up into her touch.

“Cute?” I repeat roughly, my voice breaking slightly from how I try to keep back a moan. “I’ll fucking show you cute. And I’ve had enough of those panties too.”

I rip her panties away from her and throw the scraps onto the ground. She makes a low noise of dismay as she looks at the tiny lace pieces scattered on the hardwood floors.

“I liked that pair!” she complains.

“I’ll buy you thirty more,” I promise. My thoughts are getting away from me. All I can think about is burying myself deep inside her.

Elena looks satisfied at that and lifts my cock so that it’s notched right against her entrance.

“That’s better,” she says. “And since you promised…”

She sinks down onto me, the delicious slide of her so divine I think I see God. Or God is her. I can’t tell anymore. She rocks slowly back and forth over me and I reach around to grab handfuls of her ass as she rides me, bouncing up and down lightly on her knees.

Her breasts lift and drop with her movements and I remove one hand from her ass to hold one of her breasts, squeezing it and flicking my thumb over her nipple. I drive my hips up into her and she gasps, throwing her head back. I can feel her pussy flutter around me, and then she slowly stops, hips rolling lazily against me instead.

Very patiently—I think, at least—I release her breast and press a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her down so that her hands are above my head. I shift down so she has the proper angle to rock her hips back onto my cock. I gently trace my fingers up and down the back of her thighs before capturing her nipple in my mouth.

“Mario!” She cries out as she starts to move again. I only moan in response.

Closing my eyes, I lose myself to just how wonderful this is, feeling her slide around me over and over until that needy, urgent feeling builds low in my abdomen. My mouth is on her breasts, my hands grip her thighs and her ass and I’m so fucking full of her—her perfume, her taste.

Elena pushes back into me wantonly, the wet smack of her skin punctuating each thrust, the breath rushing out of her in moans and little pants. I groan, wrapping both arms tightly around her so I can get my mouth on her breasts again. She circles her hips over me and I hiss in response.

She’s making me feel so fucking good and without prompting, I bring my fingers between us, playing with her clit. Stars begin to dot my vision as she rolls her hips against mine at a stuttering pace now. Uneven, really, as if she’s losing a tenuous grip on reality.

Or it might be me, with how I keep thrusting up into her. Thrust after heavenly thrust.

“Fucking come, baby,” I growl, my fingers continuing to flick over her clit. I can feel myself start to lose control. I don’t know how much longer I’ll last but I want her to come first. “Come all over my cock.”

Elena cries out before she presses her mouth against mine. Our kiss is messy, tongues stroking languidly against each other as her hips pause and then still over mine. But I don’t allow forany pause and start punching up into her, back arching up and off the bed.

She cries out again and then I feel a rush of wetness, her pussy pulsing rapidly around my cock.

My eyes fucking roll into the back of my head as I spill into her, my cry muffled by her kiss. My entire body is a live wire, and I don’t think my mind fully comes back into myself until she’s lying against me, toes tracing up and down my calves with her ear pressed to my chest.

For the first time in a long time, I feel something dangerous spark in my chest.

Hope.

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ELENA

I’m going to lose my fucking mind in this place.

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