Page 77 of Until Mayhem


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Because it’d never be enough. I’d never fuckin’ get enough of her.

My free hand went up her short shirt to cup her tit, my thumb trailing along her bra cup before pushing it down so I could play with her nipple.

Fuck. The taste of coffee.

Of strawberries.

Of Ophelia.

Driving me out of my damn mind.

Hoping like fuck she was as ready as I was, I dropped my hands to her thighs and ran them up, groaning when my thumbs reached her pussy.

Soaked.

She worked between us to undo my pants. I helped her free my dick, and when her hand wrapped around it, I lost it.

Keeping my feet planted, I hauled her body closer until her torso was pressed tightly against mine and her legs were wrapped around me. I lifted her, reaching around to position my dick. Gritting my teeth, I eased her down, my fingers feeling our connection.

I moved my hand away as Ophelia gripped my shoulders, but she didn’t use the leverage to lower herself slowly.

She slammed down, her head falling back as she gave me the sexiest damn moan I’d heard in my life.

Fuck me, I’m gonna blow my load before I can even get the full visual.

“Ride me.” I worked her clit and tits. “Fuck yourself with me.”

She did as I ordered, finding her rhythm fast. Getting more confident, she lengthened her movements, going all the way to the tip before her greedy pussy sucked me back in.

Giving me heaven then threatening me with the hell of losing her.

Needing to be coated in her come before I filled her with mine, I held her hips and took over, going faster. Harder. My hips rose automatically, not wanting to be away from her perfection.

I was being rough, pounding into her as I thrust up, but she took it.

All of it.

And she did it demanding, “Don’t stop. I’ll fuckin’ kill you if you stop.”

“Violent,” I grunted back.

“Uh—” she started before it hit her.

Squeezing so tight my eyes lost focus, she exploded around me.

Thank Christ.

“Lean back,” I grunted.

She arched to do as I said, her tits in the air as she held on behind her.

Holding her skirt out of the way, I lifted her up and down my length, watching her pussy take my dick like it was made for me—‘cause my dick was damn sure made for her. I didn’t let up as I pumped into her, coming hard enough to see stars.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re tryin’ to kill me,” I panted when I could think again.

Slumped forward, my femme fatale princess leisurely raised her head and pushed her wild hair from her face. She looked sexy, hell yeah, but also prettier than anything I’d ever seen. “Everyone’s gotta go sometime. Might as well go out with a bang.”

And then she smiled wickedly and clenched her pussy.

Fuckin’ perfection.

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