Page 57 of Vendetta

I stare at the pool dripping down the steps. She has squirted. My angel has done it again.

I rub myself harder, I’m close too and seeing her release makes me only want mine more. I imagine her mouth, her body right here, sprawled and ready to be used, ready to be filled and I groan as my dick spurts out so hard it hits the wall opposite.

I slump against the cubicle door. Maybe I should stop worrying about my brother because this girl right here might be the death of me long before anyone else is.

“Nico.” Preston says calling into the room.

“What?” I reply.

“You’re needed.” He says as if he doesn’t know what’s gone on, as if the sounds of Eleri cuming through the phone haven’t been echoing about this cold sterile space.

“Coming.” I say ignoring the irony of that statement.

Her

He walks through the door and there’s a glint in his eye.

“Good day?” I ask before licking the spoon. I’d been eating ice cream before he arrived and now that he’s here I’m making a point of being more sexy about it.

“Not really.”

“No?” I reply arching my eyebrow.

“Nope, just the same shit.” He says walking up to me.

“Huh?” I smirk. He’s teasing me, I know it. I saw the light come on, I knew he was logged in. Hell I’d sat there for a full ten minutes, completely starkers waiting for the man because I got too horny and needed an outlet.

“Oh there was one thing.” He says dipping his finger into the bowl and scooping out some cream like a heathen before licking it off as I imagine exactly what else he could be doing with the devilish tongue right now.

“What was that?” I ask.

“Well I logged in earlier and saw some very disturbing activity.” He murmurs.

“How disturbing?”

“So bad I had to immediately stop what I was doing and take action.”

I bite my lip. “I hope the action was appropriate.”

“I think the punishment should be.” He says.

“Punishment?” I say but I barely get it out because he’s grabbing me, hauling me off my chair and half ripping my clothes off.

“Nico.” I cry.

“Do you enjoy taunting me?” He says as his mouth begins to devour my flesh.

“Yes.” I gasp.

“Do you get some sort of perverse pleasure out of it?”

“I do Nico. I fucking do.” I say as his hands remove the last of my clothing except for crotchless panties I decided to treat him to. Only he hasn’t discovered what they are yet.

His face is too busy feasting on my breasts to go any lower and I rock my hips against him, feeling the delicious hardness of his cock. This man is just as insatiable as I am and I love the fact he’s not shaming me for it, not making me feel like I need to be more chaste.

And what I love more is how he seems to worship my body. Worship my curves.

His hands are kneading my breasts, squeezing them as he groans incomprehensible words.