Page 129 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?

I couldn't take my eyes off him, the way he was studying me, the way his cock was already hard again, rubbing against my ass cheeks.

His eyes were dark and full of lust, his hunger for me evident, even to me.

"I can't get enough of you, Astrid," he said, our gazes meeting in the reflection. "I need more. I want to fill you up again."

Too far gone to speak, all I could do was moan, part my legs and lift my hips, my body more than ready for him again.

"Good girl," he breathed out.

He slid back into me in one deep thrust, no hesitation, no buildup, our bodies still slick from everything we'd already done.

"Fuck," he groaned. "How are you even tighter?"

Hands on my hips, he moved our bodies so I had a sideways view of him pumping in and out of me with his huge cock.

"Look at us, baby. Look how well your pussy swallows my cock."

He was right. It was so damn sexy. But also perfect.

This time, he pounded into me, and I let my head fall forward, pushing back into him, chasing it, wanting more and more and more.

He wasn't having it though. Grabbing my hair gently, he made me look up, made me watch, his eyes on my face, then the reflection of my breasts in the mirror.

They were swinging beneath me with every slap of his hips against my ass, his hands going to my waist, big and possessive, guiding me onto him over and over again.

He reached under me and grabbed a breast, squeezing it hard, tweaking my nipple, making me gasp with primal need. Then he moved to the other, massaging, kneading.

"I could fuck you like this forever," he said, voice hoarse. "So full. So soft. So damnperfect."

"Come in me again," I begged. "I want to feel it. All of it."

The look in his eyes. Oh, my God.

Reaching around again, with one hand, he rubbed at my clit, urgent, pulling me tight against him with the other, slamming into me—hard, fast, relentless.

The sounds we made together were obscene, raw and filthy, my impending orgasm building inside me, making my knees nearly buckle.

But Tristan had me. I knew he'd never let me fall, his strength something I could count on completely.

He stiffened behind me. "I'm going to come again, baby. And fill you so deep."

"Oh, God," I cried out, his words, his finger on my clit, his cock pummeling me, all pushing me over the edge.

We came at the same time. One more thrust and then his roar in my ear, my channel pulsing as he spilled into me, his cock jerking deep inside me, his cum pouring into me.

I could feel it all, the heat, the mess, the final spurts as my pussy relentlessly pulled everything he had from him. Turning my head gently, he managed to kiss me, thoroughly, passionately, so sweetly, I was on the verge of collapse.

As if he knew, he slowly pulled out of me, cum dribbling out as he once again swept me up into his arms, carrying me to the couch and softly depositing me against the cushions.

"I'm so sorry if I was too rough with you, too much for you," he said, his tone full of remorse.

I sat up. "No. No, you weren't. I loved every last second of that."

His smile lit up the room. "Thank fuck."

Collapsing next to me, he pulled me into his arms, both of us still breathing hard.

We didn't speak. Just breathed. Quiet. Tangling our limbs together, his hand slowly running up and down my side, shoulder to hip, then detouring to my stomach.