Page 27 of Raiden

Ella.It’s such a soft, feminine name. Such a far cry from Widow.

“It’s a lot to explain. The men in my father’s club called me that, but I was kind of okay with it.”

I turn my face, searching for her mouth. She’s already there, meeting me hungrily. She kisses harder than she did before, slamming her body hard against mine, grinding our naked skin together under the towel.

It was an oversight not to strip down before the goddamn shower, but it’s too late now. A challenge? I’m not one of those men that can’t let it slide. I don’t need to prove myself to anyone. But this? Those jeans are going to be on the floor in under a minute as soon as we get to my bedroom.

The house only has two bedrooms and mine is the one next door. I guide Widow—Ella—there. It takes us forever. I smash into the bathroom doorframe. She nearly trips in the hallway. I hit both my elbows on the bedroom doorway again. I can’t stop kissing her. I devour her mouth and she battles me back.

My cock is a lead pipe in my jeans. The sodden fabric presses into my skin through my boxers, biting into the hardness trapped beneath. It’s so uncomfortable, cold and stiff, I can’t wait to take my own pants off as well.

I back her to the bed. It’s noon or just after. Even though it’s bright daylight behind the blinds, she doesn’t try and take inthe room’s details like she did earlier. She’s focused solely on me, not the bright pink wallpaper with the rose border at the top. I know she’d laugh at the purple hamper in the corner, the white wicker headboard shaped like a flower, the French Provincial dresser in here with the huge mirror.

Confession time? Yeah, I did buy the house, and it came with everything, as Widow asked me earlier. The previous owner had passed and the family had all moved away. They sold via a realtor without even leaving wherever they lived. I got it cheap. I just needed somewhere to sleep so the retro feel didn’t bother me. I’d planned on doing it up, but I was busy with club shit and then my mom got sick, Lark came back, and… and things blew up from there.

Widow drops down onto the bed, bouncing violently. The mattress is as old as the rest of the place. I also have yet to check that off the furniture shopping box. She laughs playfully and spreads her legs for me. I grasp her thighs and tug her back, parting them wider, making room for me to fit between.

I spread out on my stomach. My cockhead punches into my fly, the zipper biting back like a bitch. It only makes me double my efforts.

The button and zipper on her jeans are no problem. I’m even able to grasp the wet denim and pull. They slide down about an inch and stop.

She throws her hands over her face, smothering her laughter. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. They’re brutal to even get into when they’re dry.”

“Are you sure I can’t wreck them?”

“They were expensive, and I love them. Please don’t.”

Fuck. She saidplease.

I don’t want to hurt her, so I go easy, wrenching hard, but making sure I don’t catch her skin. It’s a nearly impossible process. I have a vision of stripping her down just as far as I need, but trapping her in them would be an asshole thing to do.

I use a herculean amount of patience, and I’m finally rewarded once I get to her knees and the fuckers finally peel away, inside out, with ease.

“That has to be the hardest workout I’ve done in—” The words die as I look up and see her lace thong plastered to her body. It’s beige, translucent, and clinging to her folds.

I’m so uncomfortable in my jeans, but there’s no way I’m taking them off until I’ve made her come. The second I get my dick free, I’m going to want to be buried inside of her. It doesn’t matter how hard I am or how much pain I’m in, I’m eating her pussy like there’s not going to be a tomorrow.

I hook my arms under her legs, pushing them up and opening her.

The lace is in the way. I manage not to rip them off like an asshole. I sweep her panties aside, bearing her to me. She’s soft and smooth except for a strip of trimmed dark hair. I sink my hands under her ass, lifting her to my mouth. She’s got the firmest, rounded ass I have ever touched. I love that her curves overflow my hands.

Her panties fall back into place, so they have to go. I remove them without damaging them and fling them to the floor.

Instead of grabbing my face or head, nails scoring over my shaved hair because there’s nothing to get a hold of, she putsher hands flat above her head and pushes herself down to me. I lift her ass again. She cants her hips up into my face. I sink my tongue straight into her tight, wet heat.

She’s so sweet. Like summer cherries coated in fresh morning dew. Honestly, they’re my favorite fucking fruit and they’re the first thing that come to mind without a tinge of poetry about it.

My cock is pulsing unmercifully. I didn’t want to be in a rush, but I do want to get her ready to take my cock before I explode in my pants or my zipper shears my cockhead clean off. I can feel the heat of my dick weeping against the cold fabric.

I lick up her slit, rolling my tongue over her clit before I attach my lips there and suck on her greedily. I notch two fingers at her entrance. I push them inside of her stretching her. She whimpers and cries.

“Fuck. God. Yes. Raiden. More.”

She’s tight around my fingers.

I thrust them into her, stretching her slowly as I suck and play with her clit. I scissor them slightly when I fill her up to my knuckles.

“My cock’s bigger than this. It’s going to hurt to take it.”

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