Page 29 of Raw & Vulnerable

“Y-yeah.”

“Tell me how it feels.” He shifts his angle and Minnie gasps, near wordless. “Do you like it, Princess? My cock?”

“No, I hate it,” Minnie replies with a touch of sass in her voice, even as her hips roll in time with his, meeting his rhythm with enthusiasm.

It’s delicious. Her back arches as she lets herself sigh. She loves his cock, she’s going to be thinking about this for days, weeks. The way he fills her, the way he artfully touches her inside, nothing compares. Beyond that, she feels safe in his arms.

He bites her lower lip playfully. Then, his mouth drifts down the line of her jaw, nipping and kissing, leaving a trail of fire in her soul. “Good girls aren’t supposed to lie. I can tell you like it. You cum so hard for me. You squeeze…so…so good.”

“It’s a nice cock,” she whispers in his ear, emphasizingcock, just to hear him groan. “Really…nice.”

The appendage in question flexes inside her.

She feels positively sinful under him, running her fingernails down the powerful shape of his shoulders, feeling the tightness there, the cut of his muscles. The grinning skull on his neck is staring at her soullessly and she presses her tongue to it, tasting him.

Making that grin hers.

Gage grits his teeth, moaning with a sort of lustful agony as she bites his tattoo.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, a bitten off sound of pleasure. His arms tighten around her, pressing her soft frame tightly to him, their hips already fused together intimately, as close as they can possibly be. He’s like fire inside of her, rock hard and heated, firmly stroking her to a fever pitch.

She wonders if she could feel him through her belly, if she were to touch herself. She’s not sure she’s ever felt this complete; in this moment she feels like another person entirely. Safe, wanted, and desired.

The growing friction is delicious; what had once been slight discomfort is quickly slipping into blinding pleasure as the beads on his cock tickle her insides repeatedly, over and over. Minnie wonders if he could kill her this way, buried to the hilt inside of her, arms crushing her into nothing.

They rock together, his lips worshipping hers. He barely strokes in and out, just small movements that send unbelievable jolts of sensuality through Minnie’s spine. She can feel his heart, racing. It feels achingly intimate and her own heart opens, craving him and the way he makes her feel.

Small noises slip from her lips, little whines that excite him, his breathing going rough.

A certain urgency reaches his tone, his rhythm becoming quicker, harder. “…I’m going to cum again.”

Minnie wraps her legs around his hips, enjoying the feel of him cradled between her thighs so closely. Now, he’s pumping into her, faster, the sound their flesh makes is obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room. Excitement is jumping under his flesh like an electric wire; he’s ready to empty into her again.

“Cum then,” she breathes against his neck, feeling his heartbeat on her tongue. It’s a heady feeling, knowing this powerful, dangerous man is weak with want for her.

He grips her delicate wrist, pushing her hand down between their bodies, just above where they are connected. He makes her rub her clit, helping her along. “I want you to cum, too. I wanna feel you soak my balls again.”

“I’m…ah…close.”

Circling his hips, stroking her at different angles, Gage pushes into her harder, sitting back onto his heels to pull her up onto his lap. The angle leaves Minnie utterly exposed to his gaze and he rasps, “Look at your cute little clit, poking up at me. Fuck, I just want to eat you all night.”

She’s so full, this new position allowing him deeper into her body. She feels vulnerable, hungry, desperate for release. His eyes are like midnight pits, devouring her, eyes lingering on where his cock is claiming her, stretching her soft nether lips wide.

“I wanna eat your ass while you kiss my dick,” he says viciously, his abdomen flexing with his rough thrusting, his gaze settling on her soft lips. “Princess, I love your mouth, God, I want to fuck it so bad. I want you to taste me. I want…ugh…I want my hot cum in your belly.”

With his voice rough with emotion and desire, Minnie feels herself clench around him tightly, a zing of white flashing over her eyes as her orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave.

Minnie arches her back and cries out, her dainty fingers digging into the bed as he rides her to completion with a loud shout, the headboard knocking against the wall.

Someone makes a frustrated noise in the next room over and Gage chuckles as he pulls Minnie to his chest. She relaxes against him bonelessly, for once not caring a whit about propriety or the fact that three other men have likely been listening to them all night.

It doesn’t take long for Minnie to realize that her body aches already. Her back, her hips, her center. A pleasant sort of sore, well-used in the right sort of way. Despite his appearance and his rough nature, he’d been surprising careful with her body, afraid of harming her.

“I don’t think I can move,” she mutters, brushing her nose against his jaw, inhaling the pleasant scent of him.

She can practically hear his satisfied smirk.

The longer they lie there, the more Minnie begins to feel like herself. Her sense of ease begins to fade with her desire, the small aches in her body poking at her thoughts. It’s amazing how fast neuroticism can seep inside a person, like poison.

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