Page 70 of Hell to Pay

I lapped at her clit, covering it with my tongue, sucking it back into my mouth, lapping again, all while I shoved my hand inside her pussy, taking possession of her, making her mine.

Finally.

I pressed against her G-spot and she came apart under my mouth, crying out into the room, thrashing under my mouth, a string of dirty words — commands — falling from her mouth.

She ordered me not to stop. Told me to eat her pussy. Told me to keep licking her.

She told me to drink up her come and I was more than happy to oblige, brought to the brink of coming by my years long fantasies about her and the dirty talk falling from her sweet lips.

I didn’t stop until she went limp against the mirrors, her gasps filling the room.

She flattened her hands against the mirrored wall, bracing her body, like she was afraid she might not be able to stay on her feet.

I rose in front of her and kicked off my jeans, and her eyes flickered open, her gaze roaming my body, lingering on my rock-hard cock.

“Do you need anything?” I asked. “Meds?”

I didn’t know how her heart condition worked like Nolan. Her heart was his specialty.

But her body was going to be mine.

She shook her head and I grabbed her wrists and lifted her arms over her head, let my gaze drop to her tits, jutting as her back arched. I lowered my head to her mouth, kissed her long and slow, let her taste her pussy on my tongue.

Then I grabbed her hips and spun her around to face the mirror.

She planted her hands on the glass and met my eyes in the mirror as I slid my cock between her luscious thighs.

I could hardly see straight for the hunger in my veins. It was all-consuming, a five-alarm fire coursing through my body, obliterating all coherent thought, obliterating everything but the need to be inside her.

To finally be part of her.

She pressed back against me, her eyes wild in the mirror. We were just animals now, driven by nothing but the instinct to fuck.

I drove into her hard and fast.

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I didn’t recognizethe scream that tore from my mouth as he drove into me.

I should have been prepared. He’d had his whole fucking hand inside my pussy and I couldn’t get enough of it.

But this was different. A pillaging of my body, a possession.

The mirror was cool under my palms but the rest of my body was on fire as he dragged out of me, his gaze never leaving mine in the mirror as he pushed back in, tunneling through my engorged pussy.

“That’s right,” he said. “Watch me while I fuck you.”

The words were kerosene on the wildfire torching my body, and I pushed back against him, making it clear I wanted more.

That I wanted all of it.

He grabbed on to my shoulders and pushed me harder onto his cock, driving so far inside me that he hit my cervix, a shiver of pleasure-pain traveling up my spine, making my nipples even harder, lighting up every nerve in my body.

I gasped. “Yes… give it all to me… Fuck me, Rafe.”

He grunted and pounded back inside me. “Say it again. Say my name again.”

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