Page 52 of Renegade

I didn’t have time to breathe before he was kissing me deeply, pressing his body against mine as he let go with one hand and started yanking at my belt, loosening it. I returned Miguel’s kiss, keeping my hands above my head and opening my mouth,eagerly sliding my tongue inside his warm depths. There was an urgency in what he was doing, in how he was feeling. It was coming through with every sexy grunt he made as he fumbled with my belt. He somehow managed to open it one-handed and followed it with the slide of my zipper. I feared he’d rip the rented slacks for a moment, but he somehow undid the closures with a few not-so-gentle tugs. I don’t know what to expect next, but when he started pulling at my shirt to get his hand under it, I was with him all the way.

I couldn’t exactly help him undress me since my hands were trapped above my head, and that seemed to be fine with Miguel. Tonight, he was determined to be in charge. If I’d tried, I could have pulled free, but I didn’t want to, letting him hold both wrists in place one-handed. There was something in the determination in his body language and the way his mouth plied mine with an almost desperate passion, that made mewantto surrender everything to him. Though we were nearly the same height, he had broader shoulders and was more heavily muscled than I was. Sometimes I simply loved giving myself over to his talented ministrations as he took me to the heights of pleasure. He was soverygood at giving it, as he made his own desires known—without words—at times. Tonight, was one of those times.

I was all for allowing this passionate man to do whatever he wanted to me.

Miguel slipped his hand under my shirt, hiking it up as far as the buttons would allow before he found a nipple, clearly his destination, where he began twisting it between his fingers. I gasped into his mouth, trying to do my best to keep quiet when all I wanted to do was cry out with pleasure. As if knowing I was holding back, he rocked his groin against me, letting me feel the long, thick ridge of the dick trapped behind his zipper.He groaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue, and sending shock waves rippling up and down the length of my spine. I could barely breathe by the time he finally tore his mouth from mine and turned me loose so I could lower my arms.

“I need you…right now, Raven,” he said. The gravel in his voice made the words almost unrecognizable. But he didn’t step back. Instead, he stared at me, eyes burning with lust, making me so weak in the knees I felt wobbly, even with my back against the sturdy door. He stared for only a second before looking down and reaching between us to rub over my own engorged cock through the thin fabric of my boxer briefs.

I expected him to drop to his knees, but instead, a moment later, he was flipping me to face the door. I barely had time to brace both palms on the wood before I found myself plastered up against the unforgiving surface as he yanked my pants down to my ankles taking my briefs along with them. He straightened behind me and pressed himself against my back, growling into my ear. “Stay right there.” His hot breath brushed over me, making me ache with lust.

“Anything you want,” I whispered quietly, chancing a look over my shoulder as I tried to get my heartrate to slow down, dragging in great gulps of air. Miguel was striding across the room, pulling off his coat and shirt before tossing them unceremoniously onto the floor. Yanking off his pants and socks, he opened the drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube. He strode back across the room stark naked in seconds as I heard the lube’s pop-top.

He reached out and grabbed my face, turning it just enough to kiss me passionately before whispering against my lips. The gravel in his voice sent tremors through my body.

“Don’t make a sound. If you make noise and wake anyone up, I’m going to gag you, Raven. I mean it.”

I nodded, kissing him again.

“Eyes front,” he commanded, sending a shiver running down my back. He didn’t waste any time getting himself slicked up behind me, as he kicked my feet apart. They only went so far, still trapped at the ankles in my slacks. I faced the door, leaning my forehead against the hard surface, bracing myself. Most of the time, Miguel was a gentle lover, taking the time to open me up when I bottomed, but not now. I’d barely had time to blow out a breath before he was penetrating me, working himself in one inch at a time. The sting was incredibly sharp at this angle, possibly because I was tenser standing up. I gasped against the door which made him stop and lean forward instantly.

“Are you okay?” he panted.

I felt his restraint poised to snap as he desperately struggled to control the urge to pound me into the door. Miraculously he was able to wait for my answer. The truth was, I loved it when Miguel got like this, and I wasn’t about to make him wait. I quickly nodded, which made him let out an animal-like snarl.

“Remember what I told you,” he whispered. “Keep quiet.”

I nodded in response, feeling his massive cock as he pressed deeper inside. With great effort, I forced myself to relax. Miguel was in the driver’s seat, and I was here to make sure he got what he needed from my body tonight. When his mood turned dark like it did at times like this, my nature was to be calm…soothe his beast. I gripped the door, feeling my nails dig into the layers of paint, knowing I’d leave marks, absently wanting them to be a sweet memory of this fucking, long after it was over…every time I saw them.

He pulled out and without warning, slammed back in, startling a quiet whimper out of me. A moment later he did it again and then again, as a quiet moan left my lips. The pain was starting to ease, but I let my body roll with it, wanting to feel every single bit of it, loving the way I was giving him pleasure. All that mattered was that I could satisfy Miguel’s need. I wanted him to take whatever he needed from me. He slid out and I heard him grunt as his forehead dropped against my back between my shoulder blades. I was still mostly clothed, with my coat and shirt between us. I could feel sweat breaking out all over my body, no doubt soaking through my clothing.

He gradually set up a pace, fucking me rhythmically against the door, trapping me so I couldn’t possibly move even if I’d wanted to. I most definitely didn’t. I let him use my body the way he needed to, loving every second. I was his but he was mine too. Right now, I knew I was giving him pleasure and even if I didn’t get off from the fucking, it would be okay with me.

My own cock was painfully hard, but I ignored it, knowing even the smallest attempt to take myself in hand, might mean Miguel losing focus on his own pleasure. That’s the last thing I wanted. He grunted, as he slammed back inside my ass particularly hard, dragging a stuttering moan out of me as I stood up on tiptoes. Seconds later, his big hand covered my mouth cutting off any further sounds as he grunted over and over behind me. He wasn’t being especially loud, but I prayed Dolly was a deep sleeper regardless. She’d been snoring before we’d come in here, but these walls weren’t particularly thick even though the house had been solidly built many decades ago.

“Raven—”

Miguel’s raspy gasp sent tremors through me. I grunted in his hand.

“Gonna…come…can’t—”

I nodded, frantically wanting to feel him spurting inside my body.

“Raven…I—”

He reached around, taking hold of my leaking cock, giving it short strokes as I felt his own dick swell inside me. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations flooding my body, shuddering with pleasure as my climax approached. His strokes intensified and when he found the sweet spot deep inside, a wave of pleasure roared through me, and I could no longer hold back. Ecstasy flooded my entire body. When he slammed in hard one final time, he suddenly came to a stuttering halt behind me as he shuddered and began to come. I climaxed, shooting forcefully against the door in thick spurts. Pleasure swamped me, crashing through my body in fierce waves as he filled my insides with wet heat, emptying his balls deep inside me.

I shuddered in his arms as powerful shivers wrung out the last of my orgasm, making me feel wobbly. As he finally let go of my cock and pulled out slowly, I couldn’t help but whimper as he slid only partially flaccid from my ass and stepped back. I was sore and knew I’d be feeling this fucking for days. I panted hard against the door for a few seconds not trusting my body to move the way I wanted it to. When I finally tried, my knees suddenly went weak, and I nearly collapsed.

But then Miguel was there, wrapping strong arms around my chest to take my weight for a few seconds before finally turning me to face him. Come was sliding out of my ass, wetting my cheeks and the inside of my thighs as we panted together, his strong arms still holding me tightly against him. He looked at me sheepishly and I suddenly couldn’t keep the grin off my face.

“Feel better, baby?” I whispered, lifting my hands to cup his cheeks, listening to the sounds around me just in case we’d roused the women sleeping in the other rooms. When he nodded, the only thing I heard was the shattered breathing coming from the man in my arms.

“Raven,” he gasped.

I leaned in and kissed him deeply, wanting him to know I was okay. After a minute, I found my bearings again and dropped my hands. “Help me get undressed?” I’d soaked through my remaining clothes and my pants were still tangled around my ankles.

Seeing my predicament, he let out a low, almost imperceptible chuckle. He squatted, helping me out of my tangled slacks and then took my hand, tugging me toward the bed. I didn’t want to stain the pristine bedding, so I remained standing as he helped peel me out of my coat. I unbuttoned my soaked shirt and tossed it on the floor along with his own before glancing over at the door. Streaks of glistening come slid down the painted surface and a shudder went through me as I noticed the gouges my fingernails had made in the paint.

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