Page 25 of Hellraiser

Once I was back on my feet, he pulled down the straps of my red dress and smiled in satisfaction when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra.

His fingers traced the curve of my C-cup breasts. “My, my. Look at what we have here.” His smile was wicked and filled with lust and promise.

Dre’s hands pinched and teased my nipples, causing a sharp jolt of pleasure to shoot straight down to my center. I couldn’t help but squirm against him as a low moan escaped from my lips.

“Oh God,” I whimpered as he slipped one of my nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it in a slow, figure-eight motion before sucking firmly.

His other hand slipped between us to the hem of my dress, pushing it up to reveal my lace thong. The feel of his calloused finger gently circling against the sensitive flesh between my legs had me moaning in anticipation.

“A thong, huh?” he quizzed with a smirk playing on his lips.

I licked my bottom lip slowly. “I wanted you to have easy access.”

With a light chuckle, he pulled my thong to the side and sank into me with two fingers while rolling his thumb over my clit in a circular motion, just gentle enough to send volts of electricity through me. My legs buckled under the pleasure as if he’d siphoned command from my knees.

His mouth left my nipple and traveled upward, peppering a trail of hot, wet kisses against my skin until he reached my lips. He delivered a passionate kiss that had me seeing stars. His fingers never stopped moving, constantly driving me higher and higher until I gasped for breath against his lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he growled in my ear as his fingers picked up their pace. I could barely stand, but he was there, holding me up with his strong arms.

I moaned his name as the coil in my stomach started to tighten. “Dre…”

He pulled back slightly so he could get a better look at me. “That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured. “Cum for me.”

His seductive voice triggered the avalanche. Pleasure crashed through me like a tidal wave, and I let out a loud cry, praying the music from the party was far louder than I was. As soon as I came down from my orgasm, Dre slipped his dripping wet fingers out of my pussy and pressed me up against the shed.

The hard exterior dug into my back and lifted me by my legs. I heard the crunch of gravel underneath his boots as he spread my thighs like smooth peanut butter on white bread. His griptightened, fingers digging into my hot flesh as his tongue slipped between my warm folds. It was pure bliss.

I squeezed my eyes shut, relishing the moment as I wound my hips against his beard. My fingers intertwined with his locs, gently grabbing his coily roots.

“Mmm, fuck, Dre. Your tongue feels so fucking good.”

My thick thighs rested on his broad shoulders, securing his head in a vise grip as I bucked forward, riding his face. I was seconds away from cumming—seconds away from every nerve ending in my body vibrating and causing a temporary disorientation so damn powerful I was sure I’d be seeing stars, planets, moons, and whatever else our solar system had to offer.

“F-fuck, Dre.”

“Keep saying my name,” he instructed from between my thighs.

His command turned my knees to mush. Soon after, the levee broke, and waves of my orgasm flowed through me as I looked deeply into Dre’s eyes.

“I need you, Dre. I need you right now,” I panted, my limbs an uncoordinated mess.

After cumming again, he stopped his lip service, looking me straight in the eyes. Those lighthearted gray orbs of his took on a mischievous, almost blissful glint. He licked his sweet lips before a smirk appeared. I watched him step forward and rest the pulsating tip on the hood of my pussy, teasing my silky folds before he pushed inside.

He slid the tip in and out of my entrance before pushing in deeper. “See, look how wet I make you. Bet no one else can make your pussy drip like this.”

I shook my head. “No one but you.”

Dre smirked, no doubt pleased with my answer. “Good. Because I plan to fuck you even better this time.”

He pushed deeper into me. I gasped at the sudden increase in size. There was no doubt in my mind—his dick fit inside me like a hand in a silk glove, filling me up completely.

A whimper of pleasure escaped my lips. “Oh, my fucking… God…”

My head fell back against the shed, and all I could see were the stars above us and the blazing intensity in Dre’s eyes. He dipped his head low and captured my nipples in his mouth, sucking and taunting me while he thrusts slowly in and out of me.

His thrusts became rhythmic, a perfectly paced dance that left me reeling for more. I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as heat coiled in the pit of my stomach again.

“I could stay here forever,” he confessed, his voice husky with his own desire as his thumb found my clit again and began to rub it in lazy circles.

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