Page 81 of Craving Revenge

Yuki does as she’s told, and when I get to see her ass, I’m done for.

I climb to my feet while shrugging off my jacket, not caring where it lands.

Before she can complete the circle, I grip her left asscheek. Pushing my other hand between her legs, I drag a finger throughher soaked pussy. “Christ, you need my cock as badly as I want to give it to you.”

Unable to wait any longer, I sweep her off her feet and carry her bridal style out of the living room and up to the third floor.

I don’t dare look down at her in my arms, knowing I’ll fuck her right on the spot if I do.

Yuki

Augusto sets me down on his bed, and taking a step backward, he rips his dress shirt open, the buttons popping off.

It’s my first time in his room, and I only manage a quick glance at the chaise and coffee table by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The dark gray bedspread feels silky soft against my heated skin, and my heart hasn’t stopped racing since I undressed for Augusto.

With my chest swimming with emotions caused by everything I’m experiencing tonight, it’s my turn to watch as he takes off his clothes.

When I get to see his chest, my jaw drops. Augusto is all solid muscle, golden skin, and ink. There are intricate patterns, bullets, skulls, snakes, flowers…you name it. It all comes together to form a violent but hot sight.

My fingers itch to touch his abs, and as his pants move down his thighs, my core clenches hard at the sight of the lines carved by his hips.

“Move backward,” Augusto orders, and placing his knee on the bed, he pushes my legs open. “Finally,” he grumbles, then his head ducks and his shoulders force their way between my thighs.

Augusto grips hold of my sides, and as I’m yanked toward him, his mouth latches onto my clit.

“Ahh!” I try to keep my torso up by bracing an arm behind me, but he begins to devour me, and all my strength vanishes. I slump onto the covers, my eyes pinching shut and my thighs and ass clenching as my hips fight his hold in an attempt to move.

Reaching up, he grabs one of my breasts and squeezes hard while growling against my sensitive flesh.

The sensations are incredibly intense, and soon it feels like I’m going to come again. “Augusto,” I whimper, unable to get another word out as ecstasy explodes in me.

I manage a moan as pleasure consumes me, and while I float back down to Earth, he crawls up my body until we’re face-to-face.

His mouth and jaw glisten with my arousal, and lifting my head, I drag my tongue from his chin to his bottom lip, tasting myself on his skin.

“Christ, woman, I’m really trying not to fuck you raw, and that’s not helping.”

He lies down on top of me, and I’m inundated with more amazing sensations as I feel his warm skin against mine.

Augusto takes deep breaths, and I can see how much it’s taking from him not to lose control. Moving his hand down between us, I feel how he positions his manhood at my entrance.

Nervous energy ripples through me, and when he pushes against my opening, my heart thunders in my chest.

His eyes flick to my face as he keeps pushing, then he says, “Try to relax. You’re fucking tight.”

I close my eyes so I can focus on calming my racing heart, and doing the same as Augusto, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

The head of his manhood surges past my entrance, then he praises me, “That’s good, my love. Take another deep breath.”

I suck the air into my lungs and open my eyes.

Augusto begins to move in short strokes, his features tense and his muscles straining.

Not knowing how else I can help, I wrap my legs around his ass and lift my head, crushing my mouth to his.

Maybe if I distract him, he’ll relax a little.