Page 98 of The Owner's Temptation

Because I put her there.

I grip my cock tighter, stroking up the shaft as her body jerks—hips bucking—and a sharp moan rips from her lips. Her thighs tremble violently, her cunt pulsing beneath the lace as she cries out her release.

And fuck, it’s beautiful.

I throb in my palm, my cock hard as stone, but Idon’tcome. Not yet. I know her.

And she’s not done.

Her hand slows against her clit, breathing ragged as she tosses the vibrator—still buzzing—onto the mattress beside her. Her chest heaves as she slides her panties down, finally baring herself.

I growl low in my throat, pumping my cock with a harsh stroke. “Fuck yes, baby.”

She kicks the panties to the end of the bed, and I curse again. “Show me that pretty pussy.”

Like she heard me, she spreads her legs wide—glistening, pink, swollen,soaked. My mouth waters.

God, I need to taste her. To bury my face between her thighs and suck her clit until she cries like she just did.

She grabs the vibrator again and slides the slick bulb down her slit. Teasing herself. Testing how close she is. Her hips twitch when she touches her entrance—fuck, I bet she’s so tight—but she doesn’t push it in. Just glides it back up and presses it to her clit again.

This time, she turns the dial higher.

Her back bows instantly, her body jolting with a raw, almost pained moan. “Fuuuck.”

It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

One hand flies back, bracing on the headboard behind her as she rides the second orgasm with her legs trembling in their stocking-clad sheath. She can’t keep them still—friction, need, electricity still running through her.

And me?

I’m right there with her. Grunting. Groaning. My hips flex into every stroke as precum drips from the tip of my cock, my balls drawn up tight.

But she still wants more.

Still isn’t satisfied.

My little Angel hasnothing but sinin her mind.

She shifts—up onto her knees now, thighs spread wide, her body open like a fucking invitation to Hell. One hand stays behind her for balance, while the other works her clit with brutal, desperate determination.

Her breasts sway with every grind of her hips. Her garters bite against her skin. Her head tips back as she cries out to the ceiling, lost to her pleasure.

“That’s it,Angel,” I pant. “Fucking ride it.”

I want her on my face. I want her grinding that perfect pussy over my mouth while I taste every goddamn moan she makes.

She starts to shake.

She’s close.

And I fall with her.

My cock jerks violently in my grip as the orgasm crashes through me. “Fuck?—”

Her voice explodes from the speakers.

“Fuck!Fuck you.Fuck you, Lucian!”

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