Page 12 of Cruel Revenge

The music is muffled in here. It still might cover the sounds of her moans as I slam into her, but I’m doubtful.

Skyla runs a hand through her hair, crossing one leg over the other as she leans back against the door. “And just what exactly do you think we’re going to be doing in here?”

“Probably make you scream my name.” I shrug as I stand inches from her, the tension between us making the room feel like it’s a thousand degrees.

Amusement shines in her eyes. “You can try.”

And with those three little words, the distance between us is gone.

My mouth slants over hers as her legs part.

She plants her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, but it’s not long before they’re slipping beneath my jacket and pushing it to the ground.

I groan into the kiss, flicking my tongue over her bottom lip.

My hands roam her body, trying to memorize every curve.

She comes alive under my touch, standing on her toes.

Her tongue tangles with mine as I slip a hand between her legs.

Fuck, she is even more delicious than I thought.

My fingertips brush against her bare pussy, my cock pulses when her slick arousal coats my fingers.

I break away from the kiss as she fights for her breath. “I knew you were soaked for me.”

She reaches for the button on my slacks. “Less talking, more fucking.”

She takes my cock out, her hand sliding down the length of it and back to the tip, her thumb brushing over me.

A shiver rolls down my spine as I grab her, lifting her up.

As soon as the dress is around her hips, I sink into her, groaning as her pussy wraps tight around me.

She sinks her hands into my hair, hips rocking with mine as someone pounds on the other side of the door.

The laugh she gives is breathless before she’s kissing me again.

Her tongue slips around mine before she sucks on it, making me throb as I slam harder and faster into her.

Her inner walls flutter around me as she arches her back.

Skyla’s heels press into the back of my thighs, forcing me impossibly closer to her as her moans grow louder.

I kiss my way along her jaw. “Come for me. I want to feel that tight pussy milking me when I come.”

“Fuck.” She gasps as she rolls her hip.

When her body starts to quake, I rock faster, needing her to get there with me.

I want her body slumped against mine. I need to know that I satisfy her in a way I’m sure my brother never could.

Skyla Lynde is going to melt for me. I’m going to make damn sure of it.

I nip at her skin, slipping one hand between us to press against her clit.

Teasing the little bundle of nerves is enough to send her soaring over the edge. She shakes as she comes, riding me until my balls draw tighter.

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