Page 32 of Targeted By Vengeance

“I…I need you…right here, right now.”

Mateo slipped his arm from around my neck and gripped the back of it. He shoved my head forwards, bending me over the balcony railing.

I lay my arms out and wrapped my fingers around the thick wood. The cool breeze brushed against my ass as he pushed the back of my dress up. I heard the zip of his pants as he undid them and the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

He pressed his thick shaft against my ass as one of his legs came between mine, spreading them further.

I gasped when he pushed himself into me, stretching my walls as far as they could go.

His fingers dug into my neck, keeping me in place as he started moving in and out of me. Slow at first, allowing me to adjust to the position. “Is this alright?” He asked.

“Mhm,” I said as my eyes fluttered shut. I shoved my hips back against him, pushing him deeper.

Mateo’s other hand grabbed my hips, steadying my speed as I tried to match his thrusts.

He gradually picked up the pace, plunging harder, faster into my pussy. His hips collided with my ass in loud, harsh slaps.

“Fuck,” I groaned when the tip of his dick started hitting my pelvic wall. Some pain accompanied the bangs against it, but the pleasure overpowered it. Together, the sensation had my mouth hanging open, drool damn near slipping out of it as my face rubbed against the smooth wood. “Mateo!”

“That’s right, mamas. Let this whole beach know who owns this pussy. Let them hear how good I fuck you.”

My screams overlapped with the claps, creating a cacophony louder than the crashing waves. My pussy was probably wetter than the ocean right now. His dick had no problem slipping and sliding between it.

I gripped the railing as a euphoric wave of my own rose over my body, threatening to slam right into me. “Mateo…I…I’m gonna…” I couldn’t even get the words out before I was drowning in the sea of ecstasy. The intense ripples held my head under the water, sending quivers from my thighs all the way down to my toes.

Mateo fucked me through my orgasm, easing out every single drop I had to offer. Heat erupted from his dick as he did so, but the condom prevented it from mixing in with mine.

His thrusts slowed as we came down from our highs, gradually coming to a stop.

He gently picked my head, spun me around, and pressed his lips against mine.

I melted underneath his kisses, soft, passionate, and loaded with words he hadn’t said.

My arms looped around his neck as his hands drifted to my thighs. He lifted me off my feet, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

As he carried me in the bedroom and lay me on the bed, I decided it was alright if he wasn’t ready to say them yet. I’ll be here whenever he is.

THE ASSASSIN

The sun had barely shown its face before my pager was vibrating on the nightstand.

Reluctantly, I rolled over and patted the nightstand in search of my pager. Gripping it, I held it up and peered at the message through squinted eyes.

New assignment. Urgent deadline.

Damn. I’d been looking forward to a slow morning, sipping coffee on the back patio and going for a walk down the beach. All I wanted was a few more moments in paradise with no obligations or worries.

But, of course Ares just had to kill the mood.

I set the pager back down on the nightstand and rolled back over.

Simone lay on her stomach beside me. Her head rested against her forearms that were curled underneath her. Soaked in the orange light, her brown skin glowed with an amber hue. A natural shine glimmered over the curve of her spine and shoulder blades. Her eyes, now cracked open and peering at me, glistened like tiny pools of honey.

“Did I wake you?” I asked, tracing my fingertips across her cheek.

“No,” she murmured, a groggy rasp in her voice. “I was, uh…I was watching you sleep.”

“You weird as shit.”