Page 68 of Retribution

“Is everything okay?” I ask softly, hoping not to press her too much.

She nods her head and takes a seat on the island stool, staring at the wall.

I stand up quickly, dusting myself off when she turns to me.

“I’m doing this for Willow,” she states.

“Me too.” I agree.

I step closer towards her as she scans me up and down.

“I’m doing this…for Willow…” She reiterates.

I stand in front of her, her dress is bunched up and barely covering her ass.

“Me too,” I whisper, placing my arms either side of her on the island, trapping her inside of them.

“I’m doing this for…” I grab her waist and greedily take her lips in mine.

I part her legs with my knee and step between them, her hands fly to my belt. Eager.

Cupping her left breast in my hand, I feel the pointed nub in the palm of my hand, the friction coercing a moan out of her, against my lips.

She yanks the belt away; it drops to the floor with a clang. I shush her against her lips, smiling slightly. Her tongue is desperate and sends shock-waves to my cock, growing harder by the second. She palms me through my pants, and I let out an animalistic groan, the consuming feeling mind-blowing in itself.

Fuck, my hand has nothing on hers.

We fight each other’s clothes off, the urgency between us is agonizing and punishing. We can’t get to one another quick enough as our breaths accelerate; the anguish becomes unbearable. I don’t even get chance to slip on a condom, but I’m pretty sure she’s on birth control anyway. Not that she seems to care in this moment either.

I wrestle her dress off her, and bring my cock between her pussy lips, the wetness lining the head and my eyes roll the back of my head at the sensation. She sucks on my tongue, waiting for me to act.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Indie.” I growl.

She hums in response as I rub the head of my cock up and down her sopping cunt. She grips onto my shoulders and shuffles further off the stool, leaning back on the island behind her. I grip her hips and stare down at her flushed face, her hair in complete disarray.

She looks mesmerizing.

I want to see her like this over and over, I want to bury myself inside of her and never come up for air.

She is my oxygen; she is my only savior.

I push into her tightness, the resistance gripping onto my cock and never wanting to let go. I let out a shaky breath as she drops her head back, her tits somehow becoming more exposed.

I can barely contain myself; I feel like I’m going to come without even moving. How am I meant to satisfy my hunger if her cunt has this sort of effect on me?

I lean down and sweep my tongue over her peaked nipple, she shudders in response.

“Yes.” She breathes.

I do it again trying to gauge the same reaction. I start to slowly pump in and out of her, her moans long and hoarse. I bite my lip and increase my pace, ramming into her over and over.

She cries out, bucking her hips as I drive inside of her to the hilt, feeling her body tense every time. I grip her ass cheeks and kick the stool out of the way, holding her body up. She falters on her elbows and readjusts herself, only they remain on the island as I burrow myself inside of her. I indulge in the luscious feeling of her wrapped around me. I’m determined to make her come first; I am a gentleman after all.

I keep a firm grip on her and decide to widen my stance, my heart pounding from my chest at the view of her completely and utterly delirious with pleasure. I pound her harder as she takes me perfectly. Her body shakes uncontrollably as I feel her pulse around me, the sensation driving me crazy.

She lifts her head, opening those stunning green eyes, her pupils dilate as she’s shamelessly drunk from the lust.

“Oh, Indie. Don’t give me that face, baby– Oh, fuck.” I moan.

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