Page 100 of Cyber Revenge

I spread her legs wide, my hands gripping her thighs as I bury my face between them, my tongue sliding through her soaked core.

“Trip…” Her voice is breathless, her fingers tangling in my hair as I devour her.

I take my time. I lick. Suck. Bite.

I don’t stop until she’s trembling beneath me, her thighs quivering as her orgasm builds, her breath hitching with every flick of my tongue.

“Come for me, little killer,” I growl, my voice muffled against her soaked pussy.

She shatters.

Her body convulses, her cries echoing through the trees as she comes on my tongue, her juices coating my chin.

I flip her onto her hands and knees, dragging her back against me as I line my cock up with her dripping entrance.

“Gonna fuck you so hard, killstreak,” I growl, my teeth scraping against her shoulder as I thrust inside her.

She cries out, her body arching as I fill her, her tight pussy clenching around me like she never wants me to leave.

I fuck her like I’m claiming her.

Because I am.

I don’t stop.

I don’t slow down.

I fuck her through one orgasm after another, switching positions until I have her on her back, her legs wrapped around my waist as I pound into her, my name falling from her lips like a prayer.

And when she’s nothing but a trembling, quivering mess beneath me I lift her, pressing her back against the moss-covered tree, my hands gripping her ass as I slam into her one last time.

“Mine,” I growl against her lips, my cock swelling as I fill her with everything I have.

“Yours,” she whispers, her body tightening around me as she comes one last time, her pussy milking me for every drop.

And when it’s over, when we’re both wrecked and covered in paint and cum…

I hold her close, my lips brushing against her temple as I whisper the words I’d been holding onto since the moment I met her.

“I love you, killstreak. So fucking much.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair, her lips brushing against mine as she whispers back…

“Forever.”

THIRTY-SEVEN

LYDIA

The Colorado air is crisp and cool, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my lungs as I stand at the edge of the clearing. The mountains loom high around us, ancient and silent, their peaks dusted with snow that glisten in the afternoon sunlight.

It’s breathtaking.

Perfect.

Exactly what I dreamed of.

Trip stands beside me, his hand warm in mine, his thumb brushing slow, soothing circles over my knuckles as if he can feel the riot of emotions swirling in my chest.