Page 28 of Rage's Heart

I hummed around him, pleased by his praise, and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath when I swallowed around the head of his cock. I continued my ministrations, alternating between long, slow licks and taking him deep.

“Need to be inside you,” he said, his voice rough like he’d just swallowed gravel. “Or this is gonna be over way too soon.”

Before I could protest, his hands slipped under my arms and he was yanking me up his body to straddle his hips.

“Not fair,” I pouted.

“Later. Grab a condom,“ he urged, nodding toward the nightstand.

I leaned over, pulling open the drawer to find a strip of rubbers. I didn’t want to think about how many women he’d had in this bed before me. Not now. Probably not ever.

Shaking off the green monster that was stirring, I tore one off then watched as he rolled it down his length.

Before I could even blink, his hands were on my hips and he was guiding me into position above him.

“Ride me,” he urged.

Not needing to be told twice, I sank down slowly, taking him inside me inch by glorious inch.

“Ah!” My body stretched almost painfully to accommodate his size.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

My fingers clawed at his chest as I struggled to adjust to his massive cock inside me.

“You okay?” he asked, concern etching his features despite the strain in his voice.

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s just... you’re really big and it’s been a while.”

His eyes darkened and the grip he had on my hip tightened almost painfully. “We can stop.”

“Not on your life.” I rolled my hips experimentally and gasped at the sensation. “You feel amazing.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His hands loosened on my hips, guiding me as I started to move, finding a rhythm that had us both panting.

“God, Rage. I’ve never—” My head fell back on my shoulders and my hips rocked and rolled. At this angle he was hitting places inside me that had my vision blurring.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged as he watched where our bodies were joined with undisguised fascination. “Make yourself feel good.”

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I picked up the pace. The change in angle made him hit that sweet spot with each thrust, and I could feel it building toward another orgasm already.

“Baby,” I moaned, my movements becoming more erratic as pleasure coiled tighter within me. “I’m so close.”

He reached between us, his thumb going right to my clit and circling the hard bud. “Come for me again, sweetheart. I wanna to feel you come all over my cock.”

His words, combined with the way he felt inside of me and his thumb on my clit, sent me hurtling over the edge into ecstasy.

“My turn,” Rage snarled, flipping us over and pinning me beneath him without breaking our connection. The new position allowed him to drive into me deeper, harder, and all I could do was hold on as he chased his own release.

“So fucking perfect.” His thrusts were almost brutal.

My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Let go, baby.”

His eyes went molten and with a final powerful thrust he buried himself to the hilt and tensed as he found his release.

“Holy shit.” I panted.

“Yeah,” he agreed, carefully pulling out and disposed of the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed before collapsing beside me.

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