Page 125 of Cruel Revenge

I shuffle to the very edge of the desk, my pussy grinding into his hardened cock through his thin shorts and my lace thong.

Joshua sinks to his knees in front of me. He hauls my legs over his shoulders, his teeth grazing my clit through the fabric.

I lean back, a breathy moan escaping me as he rips the thong out of the way, his mouth closing over my pussy.

His tongue flicks against my clit as two fingers slam into me. He rocks against my inner walls, pressing harder and faster.

“Fuck.” My back arches, head tilting back as my eyes squeeze shut.

“You’re not going to come already.” He sits back on his heels and looks up at me.

His tongue flicks over his bottom lip, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“We have the rest of the house to unpack, so if you want to get your dick wet, I suggest you do it now.”

“Bossy.” He slams his fingers back into me as he stands, his thumb pressing against my clit.

I roll my hips in time with the rocking of his fingers, needing more.

He curls them against my inner wall.

His smirk when my pussy clamps harder around him sends my heart fluttering.

It’s as he leans down to kiss me, his mouth slanting over mine, tongues tangling, fingers rocking, that I get closer to the edge of my orgasm.

He groans into the kiss as I rake my nails down the side of his ribs.

I come hard and fast when he thrusts as hard as he can.

My arousal coats his fingers as he keeps pumping, drawing out the orgasm for as long as possible.

His teeth sink into my bottom lip, and he drags it out before stepping back.

His shorts and boxers hit the floor.

Heat builds low in my core, my pussy and inner thighs slick.

I reach between my legs, toying with the little bundle of nerves while he grips the base of his cock.

His hand strokes up and down, the thumb brushing over the head.

I could watch him fuck his fist all day, but we don’t have the time.

Joshua knows that, but he doesn’t seem like he’s in any hurry to fuck me until I forget my own name, even though I want him to.

With a smirk, I dip two fingers into my pussy, head tipping back and a low moan falling from my lips.

His eyes flash before he’s in my space again, pulling my fingers out of my pussy.

He grabs both my wrists in one of his hands, slamming me back against the desk and holding them high above my head.

All it takes is one smooth thrust of his hips and he’s buried to the hilt inside me.

I dig my heels into the backs of his legs, trying to pull him closer even though I’m in no position to take control.

He smirks down at me, stopping with his cock throbbing deep within me.

“You look freshly fucked. What is your family going to think when they come help us unpack?”

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