Page 4 of Brazilian Revenge

By the time she lowered her hand to his pants, his cock was about to burst. Not since he was a teenager had he come inside his pants. The woman whose little growls filled the air was robbing him of any finesse. All he wanted was to impale her again and again.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked.

“Yes.” Straightening his shoulders, he jammed his hand into his pants and grabbed his wallet. Although he couldn’t quite remember when he had even put the damn thing in there, he fetched it and threw his wallet on the floor.

She winked at him and helped him pull down his pants. “Such a rush.” Although her tone was playful, the way she gazed at his cock in awe and approval was nothing but serious. Meu Deus.

“I could say the same thing.” He pointed at her hand, stroking his cock as she helped him roll on the condom. Hot blood pounded down his veins, and pre-cum coated his tip. She gave him a coy smile, and he stopped to look at her. The pink spreading across her cheeks added a touch of vulnerability to her super-sexy vibe.

Scarlet colored curls framed her face, and he imagined what they’d be like in the morning. Wild and tousled? Wavy and smooth? She kissed him, and he pressed her against the wall and plunged into her. Groaning, he took a moment to enjoy her tight sex wrapping around him. She let out a couple moans and nipped his shoulder.

That did it. Throwing his head back, he focused on not coming right then and on pleasuring her first. He moved again, withdrawing only to thrust into her, this time deeper. She wrapped her arms around him, sweat slicking her body.

He kissed her, and she matched his urgency stroke by stroke. At every thrust, she dug her nails into his skin, and the pang of pain only intensified the streams of pleasure already building inside him. If she continued, he wouldn’t last long. He grabbed both her hands and put them above her head. She glanced at him, and her eyes darkened to a forest green. Grinning, he used his free hand to hold her waist, and intensified the rhythm. She parted her lips, panting, not averting her gaze from his for a second.

Satyanna rocked her hips into him, encouraging him to keep going. How could he resist her? Or even pretend to? Taking a deep breath, he slipped out his length, and when she protested with a groan, he rammed his cock into her several times. Hard. Strong. Moans of pleasure filled the air. Her body started shaking, and he loosened the grip of his hand on her wrists until her arms dropped to her sides. She called out his name, and before the aftermath of orgasm hit her, he finally let go.

He drove into her one more time. Twice. His pelvic muscles contracted, and he found himself obeying a rhythm that wasn’t his to control. Spilling himself into her, he smiled.

Sim.He was damn glad he made it to the ball.

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