Page 585 of Rage

His mouth descends on my chest, nipping at my skin, hot and teasing as he travels down, licking and drawing soft moans from deep within me. The mixture of pleasure and anticipation wraps around my mind like vines in a dense forest, drawing me deeper into this moment.

“Huxley,” I gasp, surrendering to this reckless abandonment of desire. I’m teetering on the edge, no longer caring about the world outside; only he exists now, his heat wrapping around me like a blanket.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Raine. I’m going to make you come until you can’t think straight. And then I’m going to do it again and again,” he promises, each word a brewing storm of intensity that tightens my resolve. I cling to this pleasure, letting it drown out every rational thought that comes crashing in, each wave pulling me deeper towards him.

“Please, Huxley,” I plead, desperation spilling from my voice. I feel my body responding, bowing to his every command, the thrill of submission consuming me whole.

“Tell me who made this pussy so wet? Do you like being at my mercy? Does fucking an older, experienced man turn you on, Firefly?”

His words send shockwaves through me, and despite the embarrassment, I reply without hesitation, “Yes.” I bite my lip, holding back the moan threatening to escape as he pusheshis fingers deep inside me. He pumps them slowly, unleashing waves of pleasure that crash over my defenses, unraveling me completely.

"Do you like that, Firefly? Tell me," he demands, his voice thick with lust, and I nod without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he purrs, satisfaction dripping from his voice like honey, stoking the inferno building within me. He yanks off my jeans with a possessiveness that sends a bolt of electricity through my core.

“Such a perfect little cunt. This is mine now, do you understand? Every fucking inch of this,” he growls, his voice deep with lust.

As his fingers delve deeper into my slick warmth, he traces circles around my clit, teasingly slow, driving me to the brink of madness. My breath hitches as I writhe beneath him, desperate for more.

“Please, Huxley, I need more,” I beg, my voice thick with yearning, echoing the primal desire surging through me.

“Such a beautiful response,” he murmurs, his fingers moving agonizingly slow, sending me over the edge into ecstasy. I twitch and shudder, my climax washing over me like a wave crashing onto the shore.

“You’re going to come again for me, Raine. Then you’re going to take this fat cock inside your tight little cunt,” he promises, and his words send me spiraling anew. I tumble over the edge, my climax washing over me, waves of ecstasy crashing against my senses. I cry out, my body shuddering as Huxley’s fingers continue to pump inside me, mercilessly drawing out my orgasm until I'm gasping and spent.

Huxley leans down to capture my lips, feeling the softness transform into something deeper—an urgent, primal need that wraps around us like a consuming fire, burning away myhesitation. He moves with a possessive urgency, a promise of what’s to come.

“Such a good little girl,” he praises against my lips, and I can’t help but melt under the heat of his voice, a shiver racing up and down my spine. I never imagined I would crave such words, and yet here I am, consumed by my desire for this sexy man hovering above me.

With deliberate precision, Huxley coats himself in my slickness, and I can’t help but gulp at the sight in fascination. My mind wrestles the reality of it all; there’s no way that he’s going to fit inside me.Abso-fucking-lutely not.

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I do you,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with desire, a low growl that makes my insides clench in anticipation. I watch as he grips his thick shaft, his movements deliberate and slow, causing my breath to hitch in a mix of awe and trepidation. “This is what you do to me, Raine. This is what you make me feel.”

I bite my lip, humiliation rising as a blush creeps up my cheeks when the truth of my inexperience flashes through my mind. I don’t want to reveal that I’m a virgin; it’s a declaration I can’t bear to make. He lifts my chin with his long, calloused finger, forcing me to meet the intensity of his smoldering gaze.

“Raine,” he warns, his voice thick with authority and need, “keep those sexy eyes on me, baby.” I don’t form a response before he dives in, his cock sliding into my wetness with a ferocity that pushes me backward. My body shudders as I let out a strangled cry, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes as I feel like I’m being torn apart.

“Oh, f-uck!” I whimper, my legs trembling in protest as I attempt to adjust to him filling every inch of me while I try to hold back the despair of my own weakness.Never show your weakness, Rainebow.Why my father’s haunting words would choose this time to present themselves, I’ll never know.

“You were a—” his voice falters, eyes flickering to the satin sheets beneath me, stained bright with crimson. A wave of embarrassment crashes through me, a sea swelling inside my throat wanting to reject whatever he’s thinking.

I can’t bear to see the disgust I’m sure will mar his face, but a part of me craves him too much to care at this moment.

His hands cup my face as his thumbs wipe away the fallen tears. “Hey, look at me, baby,” he whispers, his tone more gentle than I’ve ever heard it.

In that moment, all my fears melt under the warmth of his tenderness, my heart pounding with reckless abandon.

“I’m here,” he whispers, and I feel a rush of safety emanate from him, the soothing balm to my burning soul.

Huxley holds my gaze, his confidence igniting something fierce within me. "We’ll take it slow. Just breathe for me. Allow yourself to feel."

I nod, not trusting myself to speak as the initial pain quickly gives way to a wave of pleasure that washes over me. Huxley holds still, allowing me to adjust, to adapt to the overwhelming sensations flooding my body.

“You saved this sweet little pussy for me?” he asks, his voice teasing, a playful edge sharpening his words. It is as if he is challenging me, his dark eyes shimmering with raw mischief and insatiable hunger.

I nod, my throat dry, my thoughts swirling as I succumb to the heated moment. Huxley is a force of nature, pulling me in closer with nothing but the gravity of his presence. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, beckoning me to surrender.

“Good girl,” he rumbles, the words coating me in warmth and a sense of security I didn’t expect. His hands, warm and exploring, roam my body as I lean against him. The softness of his touch ignites every inch of my skin, setting me ablaze with longing.

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