Page 4 of Texting Dad's Best Friend

“You don’t need self-control,” Rayna insists, leaning up so her breath skims across my lips. “I want to be yours. Make me yours, please, Rhett, any way you want.”

Before the last word has even left her lips, I have Rayna in my arms. She wraps her legs around me instinctively, and I cup her ass, holding her close, as our lips crash together again. Luckily, her apartment is small, and it’s pretty obvious which room is her bedroom, so I manage to storm into her room without pausing in kissing her.

Unwilling to let her go, I lay her on the bed on her back and follow her so I’m leaning over her, boxing her in on the mattress. Her sheets are all rumpled, and the room smells like her perfume, intoxicating me even more than I already am. Her robe is open completely now, and I help her shrug her arms out of it, leaving her in nothing but that lacy red lingerie that makes me salivate. I kiss down her throat, feeling her pulse thrum rapidly beneath my mouth, then to her chest, where her nipples are peaked and pleading through the thin material. I capture one in my mouth, playing with her as she mewls and pants beneath me.

I trail my hand up her thigh, feeling her soft skin beneath my touch until I reach her center. Lightly, I run my finger over where the lace barely covers her, feeling the material already growing damp with her need.

“I’ve dreamt about making you come for me, Rayna,” I admit, slipping two fingers beneath the edge of her panties. She’s so fucking soft all over, and my cock is painfully hard as my fingers tease her wet heat. “I can’t wait a second longer to make those dreams a reality.”

“Rhett!” she gasps as I ease one finger inside of her, going slowly so I don’t hurt her.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise as I begin to fuck her, adding a second finger when she’s ready, feeling her inner muscles squeeze me tight. God, she’s going to feel fucking incredible around my cock. “Scream my name, just like that.”

Her thighs shake as I circle her clit with my thumb, and her back arches up off the bed.

“Rhett,” she pants, pupils wide as her eyes meet mine. “W-what…”

I grin down at her, lost in her reactions and the feel of her, a dream come true. “Don’t fight it, baby,” I encourage, keeping up the rhythm that has her walls fluttering around my fingers. “Give into the feeling. Give in to me.”

She follows my instructions so well, her mouth parting in a soft gasp as her orgasm takes over her. She tries to say my name, but pleasure steals the sound, and I want to replay this moment over and over because nothing has ever been this perfect in all my life.

I expect her to collapse into the bed as she comes back to reality, but instead, she sits bolt upright and reaches for me.

“More,” she pants, kissing me wildly. “Show me more.”

Her hand trails down my chest to where my cock is straining desperately against my pants, her palm cupping and rubbing me eagerly. I curse, wanting to give her everything she asks for.

“I’ll show you everything,” I promise, reaching up and unfastening the clip at the back of her lingerie set, allowing the top to fall away. Dragging the straps down her arms, the lace falls away, exposing her breasts fully. Beating me to it, Raynastands, hooking her thumbs in the side of her panties and stepping out of them, leaving her utterly naked for me. “Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn perfect.”

Wasting no time now, Rayna helps me undress, both of us stealing kisses and touches, driven wild by our mutual need. Rayna straddles me, her arms wrapped around my neck, letting me feel just how wet she is for me as her core slides over my cock.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”

I hold her hips, keeping her still as I line my cock up with her pussy, clenching my jaw to force myself to go slow enough that I don’t hurt her. “It might hurt a little for a second,” I warn her, stroking my thumb over the soft skin at the top of her thigh, “but I’ll make it feel so good, baby, I promise.”

“I know, I know,” she rushes to say, wiggling in my hold. “Please, Rhett, just make me yours. Claim me.”

“So wet and ready for me,” I groan as I let her lower herself down, taking the first inch of me as I talk her through it. “This perfect little pussy has been waiting for me, hasn’t it, baby? All mine, forever. Nobody else will ever touch you like this, will they?”

“Nobody but you,” she agrees, her chest rising and falling with fast breaths as she takes all of me. I know the moment she feels that pinch of pain, her eyebrows drawing together tightly, and I’m quick to stroke her clit to ease her past it and focus her in on the pleasure instead. “Fuck,” she moans. “I didn’t know it would be like this…”

“You good, baby?” I check, fighting my instincts to fuck her into the mattress just long enough to check in with her.

“So good,” she breathes, and I smile before I steal both our breaths away by kissing her deeply.

“Tell me you’re mine, Rayna,” I say as I flip us, laying her down on the bed and bracing myself over her once more, setting a steady rhythm with my thrusts. Rayna’s eyes flutter, but she fights to keep them open and locked on mine.

“I’m yours, Rhett,” she says through moans. “I always have been.”

“That’s right,” I growl, driving our pleasure higher and higher. “Mine. Now. Forever. Always.”

We lose ourselves in each other until Rayna’s clawing at my back and crying out my name. I kiss her, fighting to hold back my own release until she finds hers, and with every whimper and moan and barely understandable plea that falls from her lips, bliss shoots up my spine.

“That’s it, baby. Come around my cock. Let me feel you,” I praise as she screams in pleasure, tightening around me as she comes. I curse, burying my face in the crook of her shoulder, kissing her neck as her orgasm triggers mine.

For a while, we both stay tangled together, breathing hard. Rayna’s eyes are closed and her face is flushed, her skin shiny with sweat, her hair wild around her face. She’s always stunning, but right now, sated and half-awake from pleasure, she’s a work of goddamn art. I try to memorize every detail of this moment, wanting to keep it stored forever.

When I’ve recovered enough from the best orgasm of my life to move, I ease away from her, murmuring reassurances that I’ll be right back when she protests sleepily. I find her linen cupboard and grab a small washcloth and wet it with warm water,returning to her to clean her up enough that she can relax in bed a little longer before we shower.

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