Page 77 of Till Death Do Us Part

Each lick and moan were fuel for the fire I’d tried to keep contained. My need to be inside her was all-encompassing. Once we were done, she may call her brother and demand to go back to Kansas City.

I couldn’t think about that now.

When I pulled away, her lips were gloriously swollen and pink.

“Last chance, Mia.” She didn’t speak or move, just stared up at me with a tornado of emotions in her eyes. “Here’s the thing, if you don’t stop me now, I’m in charge. It’s the way I work.”

Swallowing, she pressed her lips together and nodded.

“This won’t be gentle.”

“I never said I needed gentle.” She squared her perfect, slender shoulders. “I need consensual, and that’s what this is.”

Fuck.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her against me, smashing my hard cock between us. Mia didn’t freeze or frighten as she had. Her tongue battled with mine as her small hands reached up to my hair, weaving her fingers through my locks.

She smelled like sunshine and life, the exact opposite scent that we’d been immersed in earlier today. My mouth trailed over her skin, nipping and licking as she filled the suite with erotic sounds. Step by step, I walked her backwards until her shoulders collided with the wall. Reaching down, I palmed her firm ass and lifted her, her legs wrapping around me, giving me the perfect access to her pussy. My fingers dipped between her folds as Mia hung tightly to my neck and arched her back.

Her wetness coated my fingers as I relentlessly finger-fucked her. As she bounced in my grasp, I leaned forward, seizing one of her pert nipples between my lips and sucked. She quivered in my arms until I sat her on the edge of the table.

“I want a good look at your cunt.”

Mia looked up at me through veiled lashes.

“Spread those legs.”

My heart beat in double time as she obeyed.

I lifted one of her heels to the table and then the other, opening her wet, swollen pussy to me. “You’re fucking beautiful.” A rose hue climbed from her neck to her cheeks. “Touch yourself.”

“I want you to touch me.”

I shook my head and deepened my tone. “I’m in charge. If you want to come, you’ll do as I say.”

Mia’s bottom lip disappeared between her teeth as she brought her fingers to her swollen clit and began to rub. I grasped my length, running my fist up and down as she continued her slow and torturous caress of her bundle of nerves. My already-hard cock turned to steel.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Mia nodded.

As I came closer, she lifted her arms to my neck. My cock twitched with need as I lined up my weeping head and pressed within. Her silky cunt sheathed me, contracting like a damn vise. Mia wiggled, her fingernails biting into my shoulders as she adjusted to my size.

I peppered kisses along her neck and shoulder. “Are you still with me?”

She turned, her lips attacking mine with a sloppy, tongued kiss. “Fuck me.”

Holy Lord Almighty.

After a day in hell, this was heaven. The pearly gates and singing angels were only the backdrop. The real paradise was being balls deep in Mia’s perfect pussy.

“I’m in charge,” I said, thrusting in and out of her.

Mia continued to cling to my neck, her heels digging into my lower back as she took all I had to offer. In and out, it was fast and hard. Perspiration coated my forehead. Holding her away from me, I stared down, taking in the sight of my hard, angry dick glistening with her juices.

When I looked up, I saw that Mia was watching the same show, her soft hazel eyes enthralled with the way her body took me in. She lifted her gaze to my eyes as a smile curled her lips. “You…I feel so full.”

“You’re fucking tight.” Her damn husband probably had a pencil dick because she was not stretched out.