Page 115 of Severed By Vengeance

“Look at you taking my cock like a good fucking girl.” Tears gathered at the corners of her lashes. “That’s it,” I groaned, holding her head as I pushed deeper, hitting the back of her throat until her cheeks flamed bright red. “Fuck, baby. You look so goddamn beautiful choking on my cock.”

Eva smiled up at me and continued working my dick like she hadn’t been five seconds from passing out, a hand squeezing and kneading my balls. Fucking goddess. That’s what she looked like, on her knees for me, worshiping my cock like it was her last meal.

My head fell back against the couch, squeezing my eyelids closed as the pressure in my balls had me clutching her hair and guiding her faster and harder. “So… good.” My voice was strangled as I bucked into her, fucking that sweet mouth until I came. Ribbons of my cum spilled over her tongue as I continued to push in and out of her, riding out my release until she milked me for everything I had.

“Don’t you fucking swallow. I want to see me in your mouth.” Between rugged pants, I gripped her chin and held her mouth open. “Look at you, my greedy little slut. Do you want to swallow?”

Her hands squeezed my thighs as she nodded, causing some to drip from the corner of her mouth.

“Do it.”

As my cum slid down her throat, I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue.

Fuck. The things I would do for this woman.

Eva used her thumb to scoop the dripping cum from her chin, and slipped it into her mouth before standing between my legs. Letting her shorts and panties drop, she climbed into my lap.

“You need to give me a minute, angel.” I laughed, kissing her roughly again.

“Okay, a minute,” she crooned into my ear. Her voice alone was enough to stir my dick to life. And when she began to grind her leaking pussy against it, the reaction was instant.

My hands were on her hips as she slid over my cock. Nothing would ever compare to the warmth of her wrapped so tightly around me. To the way her breasts bounced up and down as I fucked her harder, faster, hitting that spot that made her scream my name and cuss in Spanish. When she broke apart in my arms, and the little noises I pulled from her lips as she came down from the high of her release. The afterglow on her beautiful face, that sated smile she saved only for me. And fuck me, that pretty pussy I’d branded as mine in all the ways that mattered.

No.

At that moment, I decided I would never give her up. She was mine. Mine to keep. To worship.

To love.

Only mine.

And I’d be damned if I ever let her go. I would find a way to be the man she needed and deserved.

No matter the cost.

She lay quietly against my chest, our naked bodies sprawled on the shaggy living room rug. I stroked her back and watched as goosebumps scattered over her smooth skin.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

She lifted her curious gaze to mine, chin on my chest. We held eye contact for several moments before she sighed and placed her head back on my chest. “I hope you’re right.”

“I am. You trust me to keep you safe, angel?”

“I do.”

I’d planned on having Franco take her out of town when Amalia’s crew arrived, but the man was ten shades of pissed off, even days later. The marks on her neck were enough to send him into a rage. He’d sent Eva messages about how I’d turned her into a whore.

As long as she was mine, that was a bonus. My chest shook with amusement as I thought of all the ways I’d fucked Eva tonight.Franco would have me skinned alive.

“Not that I’m complaining, but I’m full to the brim with you, Derek.”

I lifted my head and looked down her line of sight, where my cock was hard and standing at attention.

“Fuck, Eva, that’s sexy as hell.”

Hugging her tightly I sat up sweeping her off her feet and throwing her body over my shoulder. She laughed as I slapped her toned ass and ran up the stairs to fill her up some more.

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