Page 24 of Hellraiser

My heart gave a kick, my feelings for him stronger than ever.

“You’ll never lose me. I’m right here, ten toes down, and I’m not going anywhere,” he confirmed.

Dre’s gaze was molten, matching the fire I felt building inside me. I saw something flicker behind his eyes. Then, without warning, his lips were on mine—hot and deliciously demanding.

He snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. His touch sent shivers through me as he slowly pulled away. His other hand brushed a loose strand of hair from my face before tucking it behind my ear.

I ran a hand along his chest as a smirk lifted the corner of my lip. “Is it wrong that I want you so bad right now?”

I dropped my gaze down to the bulge behind the pair of dark jeans he wore. His body language promised a night of sinful pleasure.

“You sure you want it here? Because if I start, I won’t be able to stop,” he warned in between kisses, his voice rough and husky. “I won’t be able to control myself once I’m deep inside you, Mercy.”

“Who says I want you to?” I replied teasingly, pulling away slightly to look into his smoldering eyes. His grip on me tightened. “Maybe I want you to ravage this pussy like only you can.”

Dre sucked in a deep breath while his eyes were locked onto mine. He took my hand and pulled me around the other side of the shed—entirely out of view from the clubhouse.

There was a brief moment before he crashed his lips against mine again. There was so much savagery and passion that I wasn’t the only one who felt the sexual connection the two of us shared.

Dre growled low in his throat as he pressed me up against the shed wall. The rough texture scraped against my back, making me gasp into his mouth. He took the opportunity to sweep his tongue inside, tasting me, claiming me.

His calloused hands roamed over my body as if he couldn’t get enough of touching me. His fingertips traced the curve of my hips, my waist, up to the swell of my breasts. I gasped again at the pure, raw sensation of it all—his lips on mine, the way his body pressed into me. I was drowning in an ocean of desire, and it was all because of him.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about that pussy of yours,” he admitted between ragged breaths, his eyes blazing even brighter than before. “You have no idea how much I want it.”

There was a tone to his voice that made my knees turn to water—a desperate longing that matched my own. My fingers remained curled around his bulge, rubbing his hard dick through his jeans.

God, I want to taste him.I wanted to know if I could fit his thick dick down my throat. His elephant trunk filled me up so much the last time we were together, and I felt him for days after—a lovely reminder of the sex we had, which was why I wanted it so bad the morning after.

“Probably as much as I want this,” I replied, squeezing his dick before dropping to my knees.

Dre grabbed a fistful of my hair in his hand as I unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down, and freed his brick-hard rod.

I took as much of him in my hand as possible and stroked him slowly. His dick twitched as I circled my thumb around the leaking tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum. Dre grunted in approval, and his grip tightened around my hair.

“Look at you taking control,” he said, voice laced with raw need. “You look so fuckin’ good on your knees for me.”

His dirty talk sent a jolt straight to my yoni. My panties were soaked, and I felt my pussy throbbing in anticipation. I licked my lips and flashed my lashes up at him. His eyes were darkened with lust, watching every movement I made.

I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against his mushroom-shaped head, causing Dre to hiss through his teeth. The taste of him alone drove me wild, and I took him deeper into my mouth, setting a pace that had him cursing under his breath.

His fingers tightened in my hair as I worked him over. I could barely get half of his length into my mouth as I took him down before it felt like I couldn’t breathe at all.

Fuck, what is he, a demigod? There has to be some reason his dick is so damn big.

A growl of pleasure escaped his lips as I continued to go down on him, taking him deeper, harder. His eyes were shut tight, and his jaw clenched as he tried to control himself.

“Fuck, baby girl. That feels so good,” he said while gasping as one hand gripped my hair while the other palmed the back of my head. His fingers gripped tighter with every bob of my head and every swirling touch of my tongue.

A moan slipped past my lips, vibrating against his spit-covered dick and sending an electric jolt through him. I felt him twitch in response inside my mouth.

I continued sucking him with fervor. His taste was addicting—masculine, sweet, and purely male—and I couldn’t get enough of it.

As I sucked harder on his thick length and licked down his shaft, Dre let out a low groan of pure need.

“You’re going to make me bust if you don’t stop,” he warned, his voice strained.

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and tugged me up by my hair. It hurt a little, but not too badly. It was the perfect amount of pain, just enough to make me want more.

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