Page 529 of Rage

He either accepted my awkwardness or ignored it, which lightened the weight on my shoulders. Romello left my leggings around my calves and pressed my thighs open.

“So fucking pretty.” He leans in and runs his lips lightly against my inner thigh until they meet my weeping core. His wide flat tongue runs one swipe across, then one vertically, splitting the center and easily finding my clit. A shudder burns through me.

After all those nights with my imagination, the real thing is so much better than I imagined. His hands roam across my skin, leaving it heated in his wake.

I throw my head back and enjoy every lick, suck, and tickle of his tongue. He grabs me around both thighs and tugs me to the edge of the table. One arm remains banded across me, pressing down on my lower abdomen, while the other finds and parts my lower lips before inserting one finger.

Slowly in time, with his tongue and the added pressure from his arm banded over me, that finger finds my spot, releasing a slow build shudder that falls into an orgasm.

“Romello, please don’t stop.”

He doubles his efforts and adds another finger while increasing his tempo. Massaging that same spot through the still-blossoming orgasm until I feel my body ready for another.

I brace myself by grabbing the edges of the table, my back arched off the flat surface completely, placing my clit directlywhere I need it most. Just as he hooks his fingers up and sucks a bit too hard, I feel my legs tremble.

He stops.

I sit up and look at his cat-ate-the-canary smile glistening with my juices.

“I think we should save that one for when my cock is deep inside you. The only choice you need to make is if you want to watch it slip inside or feel it as I press inside you from behind.”

“Both. I need both.”

He chuckled lightly. “I have a condom in my briefcase. One sec.”

“Actually, I’m allergic to latex. I have an IUD, and I’m clean. If that’s okay?”

When he turns to look back at me, the look of a deadly predator spreads across his face. The hunter has found his prey and is going feral with the scent of blood in the air.

“You have no idea how hard that just made me. It’s more than okay. I absolutely love the idea of fucking you raw.”

He walks back to me, pulling his belt from the loops and unbuttoning his slacks. His cock emerges from his pants, revealing that he was commando this whole time. I can feel my jaw drop, but I do nothing to hide it.

“Like what you see, kitten?”

My mouth waters, so I swallow hard and manage only to make an appreciative hum.

“How about we put this bed to good use?” He picks me up with his hard cock bobbing between my legs and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce up once before landing somewhere near the middle. His hands clamp around my ankles, and they are held above his head while he lines himself up.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Yes.”

My one-word answer is barely finished when the “es” noise turns into a hiss as his large dick stretches me until he is fully sheathed inside me. I watch as every inch glides straight into my already sensitive and slightly swollen core. The tremors of the orgasm he stole from me are pulsing around his veiny cock.

He sits there inside of me for a moment while he peppers kisses all over my chest and nipples. When he starts to move, I almost feel that orgasm again, ready to explode.

Almost.

He stops his motion as soon as I clamp down.

“Ah, ah. Not yet. You said both,” he chides.

He draws out of me, and with a swift motion, he flips me on all fours on the bed and presses down on my lower back with his large hand, creating a larger arch from me and an easier entry for him.

I can feel his fist between us, along with his thick head pressing at my entrance. When I press back into him, he lets out a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan. The sound has my already wet core grow impossibly more slick for him.

Slap.

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