Family's Spoiling Kills: Reborn, I Seek Wild Revenge novel Chapter 128

"I can't wait anymore," Amanda moaned between kisses before pulling away. Her hands trembled with desperation as she reached for his shirt, her fingers curling around his neck as she straddled his lap, her body flush against his. Edward's hands gripped her hips instinctively, his touch firm and commanding, sending a rush of liquid heat pooling between her thighs.

Without breaking eye contact, Amanda began undoing the buttons of his shirt with shaky fingers. Edward's gaze never left hers, darkened with lust, his breath heavy and irregular as she bared his chest to her hungry eyes. His skin was hot beneath her touch, the hard muscles of his torso rippling with every breath he took.

Her lips parted as she traced the contours of his chest, her fingers skimming down to his waistband, where she could feel the hard length of him straining against his pants. The desire to feel him, to have him inside her, was overwhelming, and she couldn't stop the small, needy moan that escaped her lips.

Edward responded to her need with a deep, throaty growl, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled her closer. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, her arousal soaking through the thin fabric of her panties and seeping onto his pants. The scent of her drove him mad, every primal instinct within him roaring to life as he felt the wetness of her against him.

"Amanda," he rasped, his voice thick with desire, "take what you need."

Amanda's heart pounded in her chest as she moved, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants, pulling it down with a quick tug. She reached inside, her hand wrapping around the thick, rigid length of him. He was hot and hard in her hand, and she couldn't stop herself from stroking him slowly, savoring the feel of him, the way he pulsed in her grip.

Edward hissed through his teeth, the sensation of her hand on him nearly too much to bear. His hips bucked up involuntarily, driving him further into her hand. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her wet heat surrounding him, but he held back, letting her set the pace. His fingers dug into her hips as she shifted above him, guiding him to her entrance.

With a soft, breathy moan, Amanda positioned herself over him, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the delicious pressure of him poised at her entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she sank down onto him, gasping as he filled her completely, stretching her in the most perfect way.

"Fuck," Edward groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he felt her tight pussy enveloping him. The sensation was exquisite, every inch of him surrounded by her warmth, her slick walls pulsing around him. He fought to keep his composure, the urge to thrust up into her almost overwhelming. But he wanted this to last, wanted to feel every second of her pleasure as she rode him.

Amanda's breath came in short, desperate gasps as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. The friction was incredible, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her with every movement. She leaned forward, her hands braced against his chest as she picked up the pace, her body moving with a primal, desperate need.

The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room—her soft moans, his low growls, the wet, slick sounds of their bodies coming together in a frantic rhythm. Amanda's head fell back, her hair tumbling down her back as she rode him harder, faster, the pleasure building inside her like a tidal wave.

Edward's hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. The sensation sent another jolt of pleasure through her, making her cry out his name. He couldn't take much more of this—the feel of her, the sight of her, the way she looked at him with eyes clouded with lust—it was all too much, and he knew he was close to the edge.

With a guttural roar, he came hard, his release exploding inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled

himself deep within her. His body shuddered beneath her, his hands gripping her hips so tightly that he knew he'd leave bruises, but he didn't care. She was his, and he was hers, and nothing else mattered in that moment.

Amanda followed him into oblivion, her orgasm crashing over her with an intensity that left her breathless and shaking. Her body clenched around him, milking him for every last drop as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her mind hazy and blissfully blank.

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