Page 90 of My Retribution Too

“Yes, I’m good. So good.”

He gave me a side smile.

“Good, then keep those brown eyes on me as I make love to you.”

Goodness gracious…

I did as asked and kept my eyes on him. He was so beautiful situated above me, caressing me from the inside out, driving me crazy with his softness, something I knew no one saw. No one but me.

“You feel so good, baby. Made for me. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Again.”

“I’m yours.”

He threw my leg over his shoulder and fell into me deeper, his thrusts becoming harder. I could feel him everywhere.

“Oh, fuck…” I cried out, my nails digging into his back.

“I can’t hear you,” he warned, his voice raw and thick.

“I’m yours, Lockhart Mills,” I said louder. Then repeated. “Yours. Yours. Yours. Fucking Yours.”

“You gotdamn right you are. Don’t ever fucking forget it.”

It was like a switch had been thrown after that. The slow love making turned into mind blowing, earth shattering, merciless onslaught of my senses kind of fucking. I won’t say we went all night but by the time round two was done, I think I passed out.

I woke sometime later to his fingers buried between my legs, playing with my clit.

“What are you doing to me?” I said groggily, looking over my shoulder. He threw my leg over his hip and lifted his leg so I could be wide open for his fingers to do carnal things to me.

“Anything I damn well please. Now give me this pussy. Yeah, just like that. Fuck, Kitten, you’re so wet, so tight. I can’t wait to get inside you again.” He pulled out and pulled on my arm, turning to face me. “Get on top, baby. Ride this dick like I belong to you. Show me how much you want me.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I did as ordered, throwing my leg over his hips. I sat up, grabbed his thick, hard shaft and made his love stick disappear.

We moaned from the sensations flowing through our body, connecting once again for a helluva ride.

“Fuck, yesss… just like that… Give me those eyes. Those lips…”

I leaned over and kissed him. It was wet and sloppy, but neither of us cared. His arms wrapped around me, and he lifted his hips into me, taking over and thrusting hard and fast. I kept kissing him, resting my hand above the headboard.

The slapping sounds of our bodies filled the room—I was beginning to love that sound—the heat between us taking us under. I felt my body tense, an orgasm beginning at my toes and rushing over me fast.

“Oh Lock…Lock…” I cried out and bit into his shoulder.

“Yeah, baby, you coming?”

“Yes. Yes… I’m… I’m… holy fuck…” I screamed into his shoulder as my whole body shuttered. I swear I drowned his dick; I came so hard.

He flipped us over and slowed his hips, resting his forehead against mine.

“Fuck, you’re going to be my undoing. I can’t get enough of you. This pussy is like a drug, your body is addictive as fuck…” he breathed, kissed my lips and buried his face under my cheek.

He circled his hips slow, allowing me to recuperate from his attack on my pussy. His hands caressed the parts of my body he could reach. His dick caressed the rest of me.

When he raised his head to place his eyes on me, again, I met his gaze, holding it, loving the attention he gave me, the desire that filled his dark eyes was something I would never get tired of.

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