Page 86 of Reckless Harmony

“It’s not for you,” she said. “It’s just a general horniness.”

“Is that right?” He pumped his fingers in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb and grinning at her loud cry of pleasure.

“Yes,” she gasped before slipping her hand inside his sweatpants and pushing past the waistband of his underwear. She gripped his cock, trying to keep her shock at how thick he was off her face, as he made a harsh groan and his hips bucked against her.

“You’re just looking for a dick to fuck?” he said. “Is that it?”

“Exactly,” she said, her voice turning into a moan when he rubbed his thumb against her clit. “Unfortunately, it’s attached to you, but beggars can’t be choosers.”

His nostrils flared, and she made a soft squeal of surprise when he yanked his hand free before lifting her and setting her on the kitchen table. He pushed between her thighs, pulling her head back and kissing her fiercely. She let go of his dick and shoved his pants and briefs down his legs.

He tried to break the kiss, and she grabbed the back of his head, kissing him roughly as she took his cock in her hand and guided it toward her opening. He moaned and gripped her hips, tilting her slightly as his cock pushed at her entrance.

She released his mouth, staring wild-eyed at him as he paused. “Rayna, are you sure this -”

“Fuck me,” she demanded, her need for him a frantic and out-of-control force within her. “Right now, Stark.”

“Whatever you want, Ms. Abrams,” he said and pushed into her.

She dug her fingers into his shoulders, her eyes nearly popping out of her head at the intense thickness of his cock. “Stark, I -”

“Take it, Ms. Abrams,” he growled into her ear as he pushed forward relentlessly. “You wanted it, so be a good girl and take it.”

His hot words, or maybe it was how his fingers had slipped between her legs to rub at her clit, sent a surge of wetness to her pussy, smoothing his path and making it easier for him to slide in until his heavy balls pressed against her.

“Oh God,” she muttered, her fingers digging into his firm skin. She tried to breathe through the intense burn as her walls stretched around him.

He rubbed lightly at her clit, cupping her hip with his other hand and waiting patiently.

She sucked in a deep breath, loosening her grip on his shoulders. He immediately started moving, sliding in and out of her with shallow thrusts before they quickly turned hard and deep.

She clung to him, rocking her hips against him, taking every stroke of his cock deep into her body. His breathing quickened, and low groans punctuated nearly every exhale. His fingers rubbed hard at her clit, and the pleasure in her belly spread across her body, making her moan with each deep thrust.

“That’s right, baby,” he panted. “You feel so fucking good around my dick. So tight and warm. I want you to come on my cock. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah,” she moaned. “I want to come.”

“I know you do,” he said, rubbing her clit in firm circles. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“Harder,” she muttered, burying her face in his throat.

He pressed harder on her clit, rubbing and circling it as the pleasure soared in her body.

“Come on my cock, Rayna.” His voice was low and rough and so fucking sexy. He caught her clit between his fingers and gave it a firm pinch, and it threw her over the edge. She climaxed with a scream, her body shaking wildly and her pussy clenching around Stark’s thick cock.

He groaned her name and grabbed her hips in his big hands, fucking her so hard that the table scraped across the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on tight as he drove in and out of her before his body stiffened, and he shouted hoarsely.

Warmth flooded her pussy, and he made a few more shallow thrusts, his body shaking as much as hers. After about thirty seconds, he eased out of her and took a step back. She lifted her nightgown, and they both stared silently at his cum slowly dripping out of her.

“Fuck,” Stark said. “I shouldn’t have… that is, I didn’t mean to… fuck!”

She hopped off the table, shoving down her nightgown and grabbing her robe from the floor.

“Rayna, I -”

“You should go,” she said.

“We should talk about what happened.” Stark pulled up his pants.

---