Page 58 of Pretty Vengeance

“Indeed. Unless you say the word that’ll stop me.” I lick between her shoulder blades. Then I tease her pretty pink cunt, marveling at how hot and slick it is. My cock is so hard I could use it as a crow bar.

Lowering myself, I rest my pelvis against her ass, pushing the plug a little deeper as I enter her.

She groans, and her voice is raspy. “You’re a fucking monster.”

My fingers slide into her hair, and I lower my mouth to the side of her face. Sucking on her earlobe, I thrust deep inside her. With a plug in her ass, her pussy’s even tighter than usual. From her gravelly moans, I know I’m not the only one enjoying that.

“Some women are made to be fucked, and you’re one of them.” After sliding my hand under her, I find her clit and stroke it in rough circles.

Her breathing grows jagged and raw.

“I’m gonna use you all night, until you’re whimpering and sore. Then I’m going to fuck you all over again.” Husking a breath into her ear, I thrust harder and deeper, banging against her cervix. “I hope you didn’t have a workout planned for tomorrow because even walking is going to be difficult.”

That threat tips her over. Her breath catches, and her pussy clenches around my cock, trying to get me to spill my seed.

I fuck her harder, and she squeezes my dick as she comes, biting down on the sheet to muffle her cries.

My pace intensifies in my quest to come inside her before she’s done coming.

Breaking Sawyer with pain doesn’t appeal to me. But breaking her with pleasure definitely does.

22

SAWYER

“Hey,” Jamie murmurs against my hair. “Are you awake?”

I’m lying on my side, facing away but with my back pressed against his warm chest. His arms are wrapped tightly around me. This closeness is about more than sex, and I’ve just slept the deepest sleep of my entire life because of it.

“Kind of awake,” I murmur against his arm.

“Turn this way.” His low voice is sleep-roughened, which only makes it sexier.

I shift under the covers, untwisting myself enough so I can roll over. As promised, I’m sore between my legs and elsewhere, which sends a shiver of awareness through me as I move.

When I’m facing him, Jamie’s eyes hold mine.

“Beautiful girl… How are you this morning?”

I nod with a small smirk. “I’m all the things.”

“You are that. And more.” His hand rests on the blanket above my shoulder.

I go one better and reach out to touch his bare chest.

“That was proper intense for a beginner. Wanna talk about anything?”

“I guess I want to know…” Licking my lips, I shrug. “When we can do it again?”

That draws a deep laugh from his chest. “Seriously? Do you not care at all that I’m an athlete in training? How do you expect me to make it to practice when I’m dead exhausted?”

I shrug with a small smile. “You had it right the first time. I don’t care.”

“Right, okay. I’m Sampson, and you’re Delilah with your wee clippers, is it?”

That makes me laugh. “I guess? Isn’t that a bible story? We’re not religious, so I don’t know them.”

“Sacrilege,” he says with mock disapproval. Then he strokes my hair in the sweetest way. “Despite your vicious tendencies and casual disregard for my athletic performance, I’ve got something for you.”