Page 129 of My Ruthless Opponent

He cups me possessively. The thin barrier—my panties—is so wet.

He feels it too because he is rubbing slow circles over the wet fabric while his eyes remain locked on mine. I spasm and jerk when his fingertips glide over my swollen and sensitive clit.

“Did you?”

“No.” I moan but my legs fall open, granting him access.

Raleigh keeps running his fingertips up and down my folds as he leans down. He kisses along my neck then bites me. A violent shudder wracks my body.

“Then why are you this wet, hmm?” He pushes the wet cloth aside and thrusts two fingers inside me.

I moan loudly, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. Raleigh doubles it by sucking on my neck, his stubble rubbing all over my shoulder.

More wetness pools between my legs, soaking his fingers as they pump into me.

“Raleigh…” My hips buck as his thumb swirls around my clit.

My groans get louder the harder he sucks on my neck.

He is marking me. Does he want everyone to know tomorrow what we were up to in the middle of the party? Oddly, it doesn’t bother me.

Raleigh removes his fingers and I open my mouth to protest. It turns to a breathy gasp when he slaps my pussy.

He thrusts his fingers inside me again, my walls grip his digits tight and makes a squishing sound when he withdraws them to slap my folds again.

He keeps me on edge. He scissors his fingers, then pinches my clit, driving me insane by going slow every time I reach my orgasm.

I dig my nail in his arms. “You’re a fucking bastard!”

“But you want this bastard.” He nips my jaw and pumps his fingers in me steadily like he has all the time in the world.

I can’t go on like this. I need to do something.

“Is there a problem, RJ?” I taunt.

He tilts his head to the side. “Problem?”

“Mm-hmm. You know…” I pointedly look at his crotch.

He narrows his eyes and I go on.

“If you can’t get it up, I can help.” He stills.

Sliding his fingers out of me, he brings them up and slowly sucks my arousal off them, not breaking the eye contact.

My face heats up. My lips part. That was hot. And so wrong. Yet, I can’t tear my eyes off him.

“You were saying?” He smirks and I clear my throat. The asshole distracted me.

I lift my chin. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It happens. As I was saying, I can help you get it up or we could continue this later.”

I am baiting him. He is fucking hard. I felt him while we were getting hot and heavy. I can still see his cock tainting his jeans.

“You’ll regret your words if you don’t shut up, princess.” His nostrils flare.

“Do you want me to touch…” I reach for his belt but he stops it.

“Hannah,” he warns.

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