Page 39 of Veil of Smoke

She pushes me back. I let her tip me onto the couch. Her thighs clamp around my hips, locking me under her.

Her nails rake my shoulders. She kisses below my ear, and her breath stumbles against my neck.

She peels her shorts off. Drops them. No pause.

My jeans are next. She pops the button, yanks the zipper down. I kick them free.

Her eyes roam me. My cock’s hard, jutting up, and she stares, unashamed.

She straddles me closer. Her pussy brushes my thigh, hot and slick, and I groan low. She smirks—just a flash—and grinds against me, teasing.

“Fuck,” I mutter, hands gripping her hips.

“Yeah?” she says, voice husky. “You like that?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer. Her hand wraps my dick, stroking slow, firm. My hips buck, and she squeezes, dragging her fist up and down.

“Viviana,” I rasp.

“Say it again,” she demands, pumping faster.

“Viviana,” I growl, voice breaking.

She shifts. Lines me up with her pussy. Sinks down slow, taking me in, and I feel her stretch, tight and wet.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she breathes, pausing halfway.

“Take it,” I say, hands sliding to her ass.

She does. She drops lower, burying me deep, and rolls her hips.

I groan loud. “Right there,” I tell her, thrusting up.

“Yeah,” she gasps, meeting me. “Like that.”

Her hands brace on my chest. Nails bite in. She rides me, slow at first, then harder, her tits bouncing with every move.

I grab them. Pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.

She moans sharp. “Fuck, yes,” she says, grinding down. “Keep going.”

I thrust harder. “You feel so good,” I grunt, watching her take me.

She smirks again. Lifts off me suddenly. I curse, but she’s not done. She spins, facing away, and straddles me reverse.

Her hands grip my knees. She lowers back onto my cock, slow, teasing, until I’m balls-deep again.

“Shit,” I say, hands clamping her hips. “Ride me.”

“Watch me,” she shoots back, and she does. She bounces, fast and rough, her ass slapping my thighs.

I groan. “Fuck, Viviana, you’re killing me.”

“Good,” she pants, slamming down. “Come for me.”

“Not yet,” I grit out. I sit up, grab her waist, and flip her onto her knees.

She laughs, low and wild. “Yeah, fuck me like that.”

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