Page 55 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

“Yes. I need it.” While foreplay was great, at the moment, I just wanted to be ravished. Some no-kiss fucking was precisely what the doctor ordered, but I could never ask for that. I wasn’t like Hale. He could say whatever filthy thing crossed his mind. Me, on the other hand… Not so much.

“Okay…” He hesitantly leaned closer and laughed when I drew back. “Can I kiss you?”

“Why?” I dragged my hand under my nose, eyeing him suspiciously. “I’m all drippy and gross. Can’t you just…do it?”

“Rayne, this isn’t how I like to operate.”

“Hale,” I whined. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

Frustrated, he threw up his hands. “I’m making it harder? You’re asking me to have sex, but you won’t let me touch you.”

“Do I have to spell it out? Fine! I just want your dick inside of me.” The faucet wasnow set to firehose. “Why can’t you just love me?”

“Okay, okay. Take a breath, baby.” He held his hand up, but made no contact. Instead, he sort of gave me an air-pet for comfort. “Whatever you want.”

“Thank you.” A jagged breath ripped past my lips. I had never been this level of unattractive, so I reminded myself that marriage was in sickness and health.

Hale pushed off his pants. “Should I just…”

“Yes! Just do it.”

“Yelling isn’t helping, Rayne.”

He spoke calmly, but you would have thought he raised his voice for how quickly I cowered and pouted.

He mumbled something under his breath and rolled on top of me. “Is this okay?”

I awkwardly stared at him. Since when did Hale ask if something was okay? Typically, he just took what he wanted and made me have orgasms. Where was that guy now?

When he reached between us, stroking himself, it occurred to me that he wasn’t even turned on, so I started to cry again. His horrified glare snapped to my face. “What’s wrong now? I haven’t even done anything.”

“You’re not aroused,” I cried.

“You have to give me a minute, Rayne.”

“Forget it. If you wanted me, you’d be hard.” I pushed him off and clambered out of bed, rushing into the bathroom so I could sob in peace.

Hale cursed just as I shut the door, shutting him out. “Rayne?” He scratched at the door. “Rayne, I’m coming in.”

Sitting on the closed toilet, I wadded up some toilet paper to mop my face.

His figure appeared in the mirror as he stepped behind me. “Enough of this.” He turned me to face him, catching my face between his hands and planting his lips on mine.

At first, I tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“No.” His lips firmed against mine as his hand knotted in my hair. “The fact that you think I could ever not want you pisses me off.”

His fist gave a gentle tug, punishing me for doubting him. His other hand drifted beneath my T-shirt and possessively took hold of my boob. I gasped at how sensitive they’d become.

“Take thisoff.” He pulled me to my feet and stripped me out of my shirt, leaving me bare and shivering. Turning my body to face the mirror, he planted my hands on the marble counter. “Look how fucking sexy you are.”

His hands roved over my curves, cupping my breasts and teasing down the center of my stomach until his fingers disappeared between my thighs. His cock swelled and lengthened, sliding heavily against my ass.

He sank a finger inside of me, jerking me back to feel the fullness of his hard cock. “Do you see how much I want you?” His other hand dragged upward to cuff my neck. He held me by the jaw and tilted my head to kiss my neck in that place I loved. “Eyes open, Rayne. I want you to watch me fuck you.”

I nodded as he kicked my feet apart and pressed my chest to the cold vanity. “Eyes on me, baby.” The swollen head of his cock nudged into my body, and I gasped. He groaned and thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

Relief swept through me. This was exactly what I needed. No emotion. No talking. Just fucking. I shut my eyes.

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