Page 79 of Vicious Sabotage


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“Damn. I should have thought about that.” He dropped his forehead against hers, battling emotions.

She cradled his jaw, bringing his lips back down to hers. The feel of her touch sent longing through him. Their kiss was a reunion—her body a homecoming.

As she tugged at his fly and drew his cock into her hand, there was no going slow. It was game on, as it always was between them.

In seconds, he had her stripped bare. She gripped his cock at the base and gave it a long, slow, maddening jack that shot tingles of electricity up his spine.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on birth control. And I trust you.”

With a low rumble, he poised at her slick opening. In one hard shove, he filled her.

She screamed his name and bucked into his thrust, taking him to the root. The tight grip of her walls around him stole his sanity. He had to have her.

Claim her.

Own her.

Performing a seductive pushup, he sank inside her again. The cry on her lips was music to his deprived ears. God, he’d come too close to losing her. He never wanted to see that bleak, black night of the soul ever again.

He cupped her face in one hand and kissed her with all the love flowing through him. Heat coiled around his heart. With each jerk of his hips, he pushed his love into her.

Raking her fingers down his spine, she gave him the sting he craved.

“I never thought I’d have you again,” he ground out.

She gripped him tighter. “Me neither. God, you feel so good inside me!”

He thrust harder and faster. Taking her higher as his own release hovered on the brink.

Suddenly, he pulled out. She issued a soft cry of disappointment that turned into a blistering moan as he shot down the bunk, lifted her ass in his hands and sank his tongue deep in her core.

Her flavors lit on his tongue, sweet and light with a hint of her musky arousal. When he drew her taut bud between his lips and sucked, she came off the bed in short bucks of her hips.

Slipping one finger over the seam of her pussy, he located her tight opening and eased his finger inside her.

Her inner walls gripped him. His cock stretched, ready to burst. Need pounded his veins and made his balls throb. Gliding his finger out of her pussy millimeter by millimeter, he swirled his tongue over her clit.

When she began to rhythmically pulse around his finger, and on his tongue, he anticipated her release.

But it built. And built higher.

“Carver!” She stiffened and then rocked hard and fast. He thrust a second finger inside her, stretching her pussy for when he pounded into her.

She dragged her nails over his scalp. Her muffled scream sent his body into overdrive. Precum streamed from his cock.

When she collapsed, twitching, he surged up her body and thrust his cock into her still-contracting pussy.

She cried out again and hitched her knees upward. The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper.

Rolling his hips, he took her hard and fast. His release was a bright shooting star in the back of his mind, and it claimed him around a low groan of pleasure.

Hot spurts flooded her pussy with no barriers to contain them. And damn if he didn’t wish that his seed would take root in her womb, binding them forever with a child born of their love.

His own thoughts shocked him, but not as much as he expected them to. After all, many men his age already had families. Settling down was never something he saw in his future…but neither had been losing his friends, retiring as a SEAL or coming to work on a ranch.

His mind blanked for several minutes as a sleepy sexual haze stole over him. He rolled over, bringing Livia with him. He traced light swirls on her spine.

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