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“That’s right, you did.” He slid his fingers under her panties. “Open for me.”

She parted her legs, and he cupped her pussy. “That’s my good girl.”

She moaned and grabbed his arms, staring at him as he made light circles against her pussy. His fingers brushed against the bare spots from the waxing, and she gasped, her hips arching into him.

He bent his head and kissed the curve of her jaw. “Do you want me to touch your clit, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her hands digging into his arms.

“Ask me,” he said.

Instead of asking, she kissed him, her tongue pushing past the barrier of his lips. His lust spiked at her familiar taste, and he pressed his body against hers, returning her kiss hungrily as he rubbed her clit in slow circles.

When they broke apart, they were both panting, his cock was a hot length of steel, and he had two fingers deep in her pussy. She squeezed around his fingers as she stared wide-eyed at him, her mouth swollen and red and her nipples hard against her t-shirt.

He had told himself repeatedly all day that he could never fuck Rayna again, but standing here now with his cock practically begging to be buried in her hot body and the look of need on Rayna’s face made every good intention fly out the window.

He pulled his hand out of Rayna’s pants, ignoring her cry of dismay, and took her hand, tugging her down the hallway toward his bedroom.

“Stark…”

He stopped, measuring the sudden trepidation on her face as she looked past him toward his bedroom door. He turned abruptly and led her to the living room instead, instinctively knowing that taking her to his bedroom was too much for her.

He pulled her to a stop in front of the couch before stripping off her hoodie and then his shirt. She stared greedily at his naked chest, one hand reaching out to touch the light layer of hair on his chest.

He unbuttoned his jeans, pausing when Rayna said, “Stark, what are we…”

He reached for her t-shirt, holding the hem of it as he said, “I’m about to sit on the couch, and you’re going to ride me until you come on my cock. Do you have a problem with that, Ms. Abrams?”

She stared silently at him before raising her arms above her head. With a satisfied grin, he pulled her shirt over her head.

CHAPTER 31

Stark tossed Rayna’s t-shirt to the floor and cupped her breasts. She arched into his touch, and he kissed her again, teased her nipples until they were stiff peaks. When he reached for her leggings, she helped him push them and her panties down her legs, kicking them and her boots and socks off impatiently as he removed the rest of his clothes.

He fucking loved how greedily she eyed his dick, and he made a show of stroking it a few times before sitting on the couch and patting his lap. “Come here, Rayna.”

She straddled him eagerly, and he reached between her legs, rubbing her clit again before sliding two fingers into her. She ground herself against his fingers and huffed in frustration. “I want your cock.”

“Just making sure you’re ready for me,” he said.

He gave her clit one final stroke before cupping her waist and helping her lift up. She gripped his cock, guiding it to her wet entrance. He hissed out a breath when he breeched her, his entire body shuddering as he buried himself into her hot, silky core.

She settled on his lap, her knees pressing against his hips and her hands gripping his shoulders. Before she could start moving, he cupped her breasts and bent his head, sucking one stiff nipple into his mouth.

She cried out, her back arching and her nails digging into his skin. He sucked hard on the taut peak, curving his tongue around it as she made sweet little moans that set his nerve endings ablaze.

He switched to her other nipple, teasing it until she threaded her hands in his hair and yanked his head back. She kissed him hard, her tongue invading his mouth with a desperate need that he couldn’t get enough of.

They broke apart with a gasp, and she stared wild-eyed at him before bracing her hands on his chest and riding him with short, hard thrusts.

“Slow, baby,” he said, cupping her hips and forcing her to stop.

“No!” She glared at him, and he grinned before giving her ass a light slap.

“Yes. Ride me slow.”

Her scowl deepened, but she did what she asked, switching to long, slow thrusts. He leaned back, watching her pussy take every inch of his dick as she kept that same steady pace.

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