Page 194 of Vicious Temptation

“Did you think being yours meant I’d stop telling you what I want?”

“Not a fucking chance. I’d be disappointed if you did.”

“Then quit laughing and get to work.”

I straighten and give her ass a firm squeeze.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, lowering myself between her legs again. This time, I don’t make her wait.

The first swipe of my tongue pulls a broken sound from her, and her palms flatten against the table as her body jolts toward me.

I anchor her at the waist as I give her exactly what she’s been demanding.

“Oh, fuck, Thiago…right there.”

My name sounds completely different now, stripped of every trace of impatience. I circle her clit, then close my mouth around it until her thighs tense beneath my touch. When I slide two fingers inside her, she pushes back against them.

I can still taste the faintest trace of last night mixed with her, and knowing part of me remains on her sends a hard pulse straight through my cock.

“You were right.” I drag my tongue over her again. “We taste so goddamn good together.”

Her arms begin to tremble, and she lowers herself onto her forearms, pressing her cheek against the table.

“That’s it, chama. Use my mouth. Take whatever you need from me.”

Her nails press into the wood as I flatten my tongue against her clit and curl my fingers deeper inside her. She tries to hold herself still, but it doesn’t last. Her hips roll back, and my fingers tighten around her thighs.

“Let your body have it.”

She does.

Remi gives in to the rhythm, rocking back against me and matching my pace. One hand lifts from the table and slaps back down against the wood as she grinds into my mouth.

Fuck breakfast. I could stay right here all morning.

When her movements turn erratic, I feel her pulse around me. “Thiago…Fuck, I’m coming.”

I grip her harder as every muscle in her body tenses. “Come for me, chama.”

Her cry breaks against the tabletop, and I hold her through every shudder until the tension starts to leave her. For a few breaths, she stays folded over the table, catching her breath while I kiss along her spine and let her come down.

She suddenly straightens. And just when I expect her to turn toward me, she slides off the edge of the table and drops to her knees.

I meet her eyes. That smug little smile is already back as she reaches for me.

“You didn’t think you were getting breakfast yet, did you?”

I laugh. “Not anymore.”

I’m so hard it fucking hurts, and seeing her on her knees for me doesn’t help.

Remi takes me in hand, her expression downright wicked as she holds my gaze.

I hook two fingers beneath her chin and tip her face higher.

Her cheeks are still flushed, strands of hair have escaped the messy knot on top of her head, and my torn T-shirt hangs open around her body. She looks like a fucking goddess kneeling in front of me, thoroughly fucked and somehow even more beautiful for it.

“Goddamn, fera. Look at you.”