Page 13 of Her Father's Enemy


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I can’t hold back a smug smile. “You enjoy yourself?”

She nods.

“Good.” I stand up and tug my T-shirt over my head. The rest of my clothes quickly follow. All the while, Oriana’s gaze is on my body. The hunger in her eyes when I yank down my boxers makes me groan. “Do you want my cock, sweetheart?”

“Yes, but—” She swallows. “I think you should know I’m a virgin.”

I blink, momentarily lost for words. A virgin. I shouldn’t be surprised. I mean, her father barely let her leave the house. And yet—

My blood roars in my veins. I’ll be her first. I want to be her last.

I hold out my hands to her and pull her to her feet. And then I kiss her, my tongue dipping into her mouth. I want her to see how good she tastes. My hands glide down her back to her round ass, and I lift her up. Her legs go around my waist and her dripping pussy is flush against my cock. She grinds her hips against me, moaning into my mouth, and I know I can’t hold back any longer.

I carry her to the bed and set her down gently. She spreads her legs wide, smiling up at me from under her lashes. And I swear I almost come undone right here. I look down at her pink, glistening core. She’s swollen and ready for me.

I position myself over her and slowly rub my cock up and down her slit, spreading her wetness around and making her squirm.

“Please,” she gasps, her breathing ragged. “I need you inside of me.”

There’s nothing that could stop me from fucking her. I position myself at her entrance and slide into her slowly. It takes everything in me not to ram my cock deep into her tight hole, not to fuck her so hard her whole body jerks and her beautiful tits jiggle. But I need to take it slow. For her.

When I hit resistance, I pause. “Are you ready?”

She nods, her gaze open and trusting, and in that moment I know I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to her that I deserve her trust.

I press my lips to hers and slip a hand between us to circle her clit with my finger. And when she lets out a loud moan, I shove past the resistance and bury myself in her.

I move my hips as slowly as I can manage, stretching her out, still circling her clit with my finger. Holding back like this is sweet fucking torture. Everything in me screams to take her hard and fast, to bury myself deep inside her again and again.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect,” I rasp against her lips, and she shudders. Her hands go to my ass and she pushes me closer to her.

“Please, Flint. I need more. I need it harder.”

Every last bit of self-restraint snaps. I plunge into her, hard and fast, and she rewards me with long, drawn-out moans that go straight to my cock. I lose myself in her. I lose myself in the feel of her smooth skin, in the little sounds of pleasure she makes. I lose myself in what I feel for her, in everything I want us to be. Need us to be.

Oriana meets every one of my thrusts with her hips, never taking her eyes off mine. She looks at me with a combination of innocence and sensuality that drives me crazy. And I won’t allow her to look at anyone else like that. “You’re mine,” I tell her. “And I’m not letting you go.”

She arches her back, her full breasts pressing against my chest. “I’m yours,” she says. She says it again and again in time with my deep thrusts, her words punctuated by loud moans. And every time she says it, I get closer to orgasm.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come on my cock?”

She nods, her eyes wide and her swollen lips parted. I pick up my pace, hammering into her, and then her entire body tenses.

“Flint,” she moans, her pussy throbbing on my cock, and my orgasm slams into me. I shoot my seed deep into her while she writhes beneath me, clawing at my back and moaning my name over and over again.

Once she’s stilled, I lean my forehead against hers and brush a kiss to her lips. “You’re perfect, Oriana.”

I can feel her lips pull into a smile. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

Laughing, I flip us over so she’s on top of me and slap a hand across her ass. “Naughty girl.”

Her eyes gleam. “I’d suggest you punish me for it, but—” she interrupts herself with a loud yawn. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired or happy in my entire life.”

Her words make my heart swell. I lift her off of me and tuck her into my side, holding her close. “That’s fine. We have all the time in the world, sweetheart.”

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