Page 107 of The Colour of Revenge

She rocks her hips forward, desperate for more, but I keep my hand just off-centre—close enough to drive her crazy, far enough to make her beg.

"You were such a good girl," I coax in a deep and smooth voice. "Tell me what you want, baby."

Her lips part, her eyes bore into mine, heavy-lidded. "You," she breathes.

I slide her underwear to the side, dragging a teasing finger through her slick heat.

"Me?" I smirk. "Where do you want me?"

"Inside me."

I chuckle, sinking a finger into her warmth. "What do you want inside you, Carina? My fingers?"

She gasps, hips stuttering. "Y… yes."

Another finger joins the first, stretching her, coaxing her open. My thumb circles her clit, slow and deliberate.

"That good, baby?" I murmur, watching the way she trembles.

She whimpers, thighs tightening. "Need… more."

"Use your words, Carina."

Her head tilts back, breath ragged. "Fuck me, Nate. Please fuck me."

A dark thrill curls in my chest.

"Why didn't you just say so?" I tease, winking as I grab the delicate fabric of her thong and rip it off in one sharp tug.

A gasp catches in her throat, eyes widening, but I don't give her time to react.

"Ride me, Princess."

She straddles me, gripping my cock as she guides herself down.

I groan, my head pressing back into the pillows as her heat swallows me inch by inch.

Fuck.

She's tight, so tight—her body stretching around me, taking me deep.

Her breath hitches, hands pressing against my chest for balance as she adjusts. Then she moves.

She rides me slowly at first, rolling her hips, testing, teasing. Then, when I grip her waist and urge her on, she picks up the pace, bouncing, grinding—chasing pleasure like she's starved for it.

My hands find her breasts, kneading, teasing, my fingers rolling over her sensitive nipples. She cries out, arching into my touch, hips slamming down harder.

I slip a hand between us, pressing my thumb against her clit. Her whole body jolts.

"That's it, baby."

She trembles, muscles tightening, a choked moan spilling from her lips. Her walls clench around me, pulsing, dragging me deeper into her heat.

"Fuck," I hiss, my control fraying. "You feel so fucking good."

Carina cries out, her body spasming as pleasure crashes over her. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her thighs trembling as her orgasm wracks through her.

Her pussy milks my cock, the tight, wet grip nearly sending me over the edge.