Page 76 of Revenge Puck

His hands palm my breasts, thumbs grazing over hardened peaks, eyes locked on the way my body moves with his.

“Look at you,” he whispers. “I knew you’d look like this naked.”

I look down into his eyes. “You’ve pictured me naked?”

Aaron gives a jerky nod. “Of course I have. Who wouldn’t take one look at those prissy ribbons in your hair and not imagine you tying them up then sucking his cock?”

My lips part.

Oh…

Is that what he sees when he looks at my braids?

Heat pools low in my stomach at the way he’s watching me ride him—like I’m something he’s been imagining and can’t believe he gets to touch.

“You’re not as innocent as you pretend,” he says as his thumbs brush over my nipples, gently pinching them and causing my head to roll back.

“I’m not pretending,” I whisper breathlessly, hands going to the headboard.

Mostly.

The last time I was out with a man like Aaron, I was in college and my brother tried beating the crap out of the dude because he invited me to a threesome.

And Preston was an office geek.

Aaron looks like a demigod.

Feels like one, too.

He uses his core to lean up, arm banding around my waist to anchor me while his tongue drags over one nipple, then the other, as I rock back and forth against him.

The friction causes me to see stars…

Aaron has his eyes squeezed shut again.

Moans leave his throat.

Loud grunts.

Hand braced on the back of my neck, pulling me into him so he can kiss me, the moaning getting louder as he frantically fucks me, the nerves in my body tingling, even more so at the sound of the headboard banging against the wall.

Thump, thump, thump, to the rhythm of our fucking.

He’s so deep…

So deep…

So…

“Fuck,” he rasps. “I’m gonna come.”

The sensation crests all at once, his orgasm hitting at the same time as mine, and my mouth opens against his at the sheer pleasure ricocheting through my body as his writhes with spasms, his large hands gripping me.

For a second, there’s nothing but the sound of both of us breathing too hard.

The headboard stills.

The room is quiet except for the ragged drag of air into lungs.