Page 76 of Cyber Revenge

All of it is his.

“Lie back.”

My heart pounds harder, but I obey. I stretch out on the bed, my legs spreading wider as I watch him. His jaw clenches, his eyes darkening as he takes me in. And then he’s on me.

His hands are rough, gripping my thighs and spreading them wider as he kneels between them.

His mouth is on me before I can even gasp, his tongue dragging over my slit, tasting me, devouring me.

I cry out, my back arching off the bed as he claims me, his tongue flicking over my clit with ruthless precision.

“Fuck… yes…”

My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard as I grind against his face, needing more. Always more. But Trip isn’t in the mood to play tonight. He’shungry.

His tongue plunges into me, fucking me with deep, relentless strokes that have me writhing beneath him. The obscene sounds of his mouth devouring me fill the room, mixing with my ragged moans and the slick wetness of my arousal.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down. His fingers and mouth own me. They possess my pussy with his entire being. He takes everything. And when I come, it’s a fucking explosion.

My body clenches around his tongue, my thighs trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

Trip isn’t done, though. Not even close.

Before I’m able to catch my breath, he flips me onto my stomach, dragging me to the edge of the bed.

My ass is in the air, my face pressed into the sheets as I feel the head of his cock press against my soaked entrance.

“Mine.”

The word is a growl, low and feral, vibrating against my skin as he thrusts into me. I scream, my body stretching to accommodate him, the delicious burn making me dizzy.

He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He doesn’task.

He takes.

Hard.

Fast.

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me with brutal, unrelenting force. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, echoing off the walls, but I don’t care. I’m too far gone.

Too fucking lost in him.

“Say it.” His voice is a snarl, his teeth sinking into the back of my neck as he fucks me harder.

“Yours.” The word comes out on a gasp, my body trembling as I feel another orgasm building.

“Louder.” His hand wraps around my throat, pulling me up so my back is flush against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside me.

“Yours,” I cry out, my head falling back against his shoulder as my pussy clenches around him.

“That’s right,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re mine, killstreak. Every fucking inch of you.”

My body explodes. I come so hard I see stars, my vision goes white as pleasure consumes me.

But Trip doesn’t stop.

He keeps fucking me through it, dragging out every last pulse, every last tremor, until I’m a shaking, incoherent mess in his arms.