To his surprise, she did not pull off.
The rush of euphoria sent the orgasm erupting out of him. Spasm after spasm of pleasure shot into her mouth.
When he finished, she opened her eyes. Slowly, she pulled off, disappearing into the bathroom. Seconds later, she returned. With a fiery look in her eyes, she climbed onto the bed. On all fours, she stalked up to him, kissed him long and hard and so damn good.
He folded her in his arms, kissed her back, letting his lustful energy take hold again. He was a prisoner, trapped in a sexual haze. He couldn’t stop touching her, couldn’t stop drinking up her beauty, taking her anger, her everything.
If tonight was going to be a series of revenge fucks, he was all in.
She ended the kiss, knelt over him, putting her pussy in his face. “I want to ride your face.”
Desire flooded him.
“Hold onto the bed frame,” he commanded.
With his hands under her ass, he pulled her wet snatch to him and tasted her again. As he licked and stroked her sex, she started moving over him.
“You feel so good,” she groaned out.
He stroked the soft skin behind her pussy as he plunged his tongue inside her.
Over and over, faster and faster, her moans morphing into gritty growls.
“I’m gonna come again.” Crying through another orgasm, she shook over him until she slowly stilled.
A sigh floated from her lips before she lay on him.
“Dumping me was the biggest mistake of your life,” she murmured.
“I know,” he replied. “Losing you is my biggest regret.”
IT WASSIX-THIRTY in the morning when he rolled off her… for the last time. He was dry. Bone dry. His cock had been worked and worked and worked some more. He wanted to keep going, but he was out of gas.
Rolling toward her, he said, “My god, you are beautiful.”
Wild hair, flushed cheeks, the anger in her eyes long gone. If he could cajole a smile out of her, he’d be golden.
“We burned up the sheets,” he said.
“Once we started?—.”
“We couldn’t stop.” He patted his chest. “Lay on me.”
“Hell, no,” she said.
“Breakfast?” he asked.
“I have breakfast with Elsa on Saturdays.” She sat up. His focus shifted to her breasts. Perfect mounds of flesh with nipples that had gotten alotof attention over the past ten hours. He still hadn’t had his fill of her, but the hours apart would let him recharge.
“You’ve got a tit fetish,” she said.
“I like yours. Always have.”
“I lost track of time,” she said. “We were supposed to go to the club last night.”
“We got sidetracked.” After a beat he said, “I’ll pick you up tonight at seven.”
“We can’t arrive together,” she said. “I’ll meet you there.”
