Page 31 of Brutal Revenge

It’s subtle but annoyingly familiar.

It’s a scent that sneaks up on you and refuses to leave once it’s there.

I cannot figure out why Azra has made me so unhinged. I’ve never learned names, for fuck’s sake, but I know it’s hers, and no matter how many times I tell my cock it’s off the table, he really wants me to grunt it out while screwing her senseless.

I close my eyes. It only makes it worse. Despite the barrier between us, her scent becomes more intense. It curls around my senses like her lips circled my cock.

Flashes of her kneeling in the back of the SUV play through my head like a movie. With stubborn determination, she raised her chin, striving to hide her fear, and her hands pumped my cock as if I paid for the privilege.

I exhale slowly, but I don’t push the memory away.

As my cock twitches, I knock down some pillows. Not all of them. Just enough to see Azra’s lumpy silhouette in the dark.

Her shoulders rise and fall with each breath, but I can’t tell if she’s actually asleep or pretending so she doesn’t have to talk to me.

I guess there’s only one way to find out.

With my hips angled halfway between the mattress and the ceiling, I fist the base of my cock. I’m not surprised by how hard I am. My erection hasn’t deflated a smidge since I slipped into a bed that should smell too innocent to be exciting.

While pumping my dick with one hand, I trail my knuckles on the other down the little dip between Azra’s torso and hips. She has an enticing hourglass figure. Her waist is slim, her hips are wide, and her ass would have any red-blooded man eager to sink his teeth into the bouncing globes.

Don’t get me started on her tits and beautiful face, or this will be over shamefully fast.

A spasm of excitement skates up my spine when Azra’s body reacts to my briefest touch. Goose bumps sprout across her arms before they dot the sensitive skin on her nape.

I stroke my dick fast, uncaring that Azra could bust me like a horndog with no morals.

I’ve been called worse.

Pre-cum pools at the tip as I scoot closer to Azra. Her hair, swept to one side, exposes inches upon inches of delicate skin. Her nightgown is something my grandmother would have worn, but it’s thin and fragile, leaving little to the imagination.

If she were facing me, I could drink in the peaks of her nipples through the dainty cotton material.

I shudder at the prospect of removing her sleepwear with the same aggression I used earlier to take off her panties. It would float to the floor with a soundless whoosh that a moan would gobble up as I laid her on my bed and spread her wide to marvel at her devilishly decadent cunt.

Too horny to care that I could wake her, I trek my tongue across her shoulder, groaning at the taste of my body wash on her skin.

The thought of her in my shower, drenched head to toe in my scent, makes me pump my dick faster. I rock it in and out of my fist, taking more of the sheet with me with each pump.

In seconds, the bedding puddles at our feet, and the only thing between us is Azra’s cotton pajamas.

When I inch in close enough for the sticky droplet on the tip of my cock to stain her nightie, I expect her to pull away.

She doesn’t. Shockingly.

With only the slightest coercion, she rolls onto her back, her lips parting as her eyes drift to my cock.

I use her gaping mouth to my advantage. With one hand on my dick and the other holding my weight off her body, I pierce my tongue through her pouty lips and give one long lick to the roof of her mouth.

Her gravelly moan hardens me more.

She arches toward me, her hand twisting through my hair as she returns my kiss with more eagerness than her angelic face should allow her to display.

We kiss until my balls tighten with need. I’m desperate to come, but something else trumps it—something I usually have no interest in.

Sliding my hand between Azra’s legs, I groan at the dampness of her panties. She opens her thighs for me, coaxing me to take this further than its current PG-13 rating, and a greedy inferno burns through me.

“Christ,micina. So wet for me already.”