Page 15 of Most Of All

Soap suds cling to our skin, creating a slippery sheen that catches the light, but at this moment, none of that matters to me, all I can think about is him, his touch; his presence. I want nothing more than to be enveloped in his embrace. A strong hunger fills my gut as he carries me all the way into the bedroom, trailing kisses along my neck while he walks, only stopping once we reach the bed. With a playful shove, he throws me down on the bed, and I land with a bounce, giggling to myself.

Completely captivated by him, I gaze up and take a moment to fully appreciate every striking detail of him, his chiseled features and smoldering gaze, this man is irresistibly attractive.

The intensity in his eyes as he gazes down at me sends a shiver of exhilaration through me, and my heart races at the sight, God help me. “Tell me you want this, Sweetheart?” He growls. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.” I nod my head.

“Use your words, Raine, I need to hear you say it. Say you want this; say you want me.”

“Yes...yes, I want this, I want you, all of you.” I answer.

A loud growl echoes from him.

With a new sense of urgency, he grabs hold of me just under my knees and yanks me down, spreading my legs open. Without saying another word his mouth is on me, sucking my clit. “Don, fuck!” I yell out as I grab hold of his head, gripping his hair tightly. Undeterred, he licks, sucks, and nips away at me like I’m his last meal. With so much pleasure rolling through me, I don’t think I can hold on much longer, every movement he makes sends me closer and closer to climax.

Sucking my clit into his mouth the world explodes around me, and my hips buck up toward him. “Don…mmm…God,” I scream out. My orgasm spreads through me, pins and needles shooting up my arms and legs as waves of pleasure roll.

Breathless and overwhelmed, I take a few deep breaths before I prop myself up on my elbows, feeling the cool air against my skin as I glance down at him. An unmistakable look in his eyes, like a cat that’s just caught its mouse.

Truly besotted with him, I can't help but let out a soft giggle, as he rises to his feet, his infectious grin stretched wide across his face, has my stomach fluttering in delight.

“Last chance to back out,” he says, tilting his head to the side.

“No…I want this,” I reply, trying to catch my breath.

This man takes my breath away at every turn, just watching him turns my brain to mush. Not taking his eyes off me he grabs his cock and slowly starts to move his hand, pumping his cock, and my gaze fixes firmly on his hand. But when I look up, our gazes clash, an unmistakable hunger fills the air like wildfire. He’s watching me as I watch him, and it’s so fucking hot.

Overpowered by need, I resist the urge to go and climb him. Instead, I turn my gaze back to his hand, just as a bead of precum leaks out from the tip of his cock and I salivate at the sight.

Controlled by emotions I can no longer ignore, I sit myself up and gaze up into his eyes, feeling a rush of emotions swirling between us. Without hesitation, I lean toward him, drop my head and lick, making a satisfying hum to myself. A loud moan escapes him, as he tangles his fingers in my hair, and yanks it. The sharp tug sends a jolt of discomfort through my scalp. “Raine, Sweetheart, what are you trying to do to me?” He growls, his jaw tight as his lips come crashing down on mine, and for a moment I let him devour me. Reluctantly, I break the kiss and wrap my fingers around his cock. Not trying to be gentle, I firmly start pumping. Harshly his fists clench, gripping my hair tighter, the sharpness of his movements turns me on more than I can imagine. “Fuck, Sweetheart.” He moans.

With a newfound confidence, I rise to my feet and lean in to kiss him once more, letting my lips linger against his for a moment. My hands find their way to his shoulders, where I apply pressure, guiding us in a slow turn until the back of his legs touch the bed. With a shove, I urge him back, and he settles onto the edge, a mix of surprise and anticipation dancing in his eyes. Slowly, I climb up onto him, straddling his waist as I wrap my arms around his neck. Cautiously, I line my pussy up with his cock and ever so gently I sink myself down onto him, afraid to go too fast because I don’t know if he will fit.

Once I’m about halfway down his shaft, I pause and a low growl vibrates from him. I sway, and he grabs my hips to help steady me. “I don’t know if it’s going to fit…I…”

“It will fit, Sweetheart,” he interrupts.

In one movement, he has me on my back pinned underneath him, his mouth on mine, pushing my legs apart with his. He slides the tip of his cock into me a couple of times, before suddenly slamming himself inside me, all the way. “GOD,” I yell out.

He doesn’t move right away, which I am thankful for, as it’s a little painful with how big he is. “You're so fucking tight, Sweetheart!” He growls in my ear just before he smothers sloppy kisses up and down the side of my neck, then along my jawline. Slowly he starts moving his hips, the pain easing off with each slow thrust, pleasure taking over and I don’t think I have ever felt this full. Each time he rolls his hips he starts getting faster, the intense feeling of fullness taking over my senses, and I can’t control any of the noises that escape my mouth, the faster he gets the louder I do. “God, Don... Mmm...I...feel… Mmm.”

“I know, Sweetheart, (thrust) it’s (thrust) like (thrust) you were (thrust) made for (thrust) me,” he moans, speaking through gritted teeth. Roughly, he grabs me by the back of my neck and lifts my head, thrusting into me harder and harder. My whole body alight with the feel of him, my building climax ready to explode. “You are squeezing me so tight (thrust), Sweetheart (thrust), I need you to come, I need you to come on my cock (thrust),” he moans, leaning his forehead against mine. One of his hands slowly move downwards and with a strong grip he grabs my breast, massaging it, teasing me. When suddenly, he pinches my nipple and my entire world explodes, my vision starts to blur as wave after wave my orgasm hits, shocks of pleasure consume me and stars appear before my eyes. “God... Don...yes... God!” I scream.

“Raine, Sweetheart!” He groans. Loudly panting in my ear before he gives one last hard thrust. The feel of his cock pulsating inside me makes me tremble, and we both collapse, breathing heavily, his head laying on my chest.

As soon as I catch my breath, I notice the suds still clinging to our skin, and a giggle escapes my lips. He turns his head to meet my gaze, his eyes sparkling with amusement and without uttering a word, he offers a quiet chuckle, the sound warm and inviting. Settling his head back down, he gently caresses my thigh with his hand and I don’t ever want to let this man go. I can’t. In the matter of what, twenty-four hours, he has just become everything to me.

Ididn’twanttoleave her, but I had no choice. I need to get this shit show with the old man over with. For some reason I’m not dreading it as much today, I’m actually looking forward to it. My mind has already produced some unimaginable ways for torture; I even sent Tony out to look for some of the items needed.

When I get to the compound, I can see that the old man’s van is already here. As always, he will moan about how I’m always late, it’s like he’s a toddler throwing his toys out of the stroller, singing the same tune all the time, and I’m so sick of it. I love to find new ways to wind him up, and today's no different.

As I pass the van, I rapidly unscrew the valve caps of both tires on the passenger side; adding pressure, I push down hard, so the valves open to let the air leak out. It won’t let the tires down right away, but give it an hour or so and they will be obviously flat.

Smugly, I whistle as I walk through the building.

I’m amazed by how quiet it is, usually when my father is here it’s chaotic and loud. I proceed promptly through the double doors and realize with immediate understanding the reason for the silence; he’s not here.

With a decisive clap of my hands, I raise my voice loudly to grab the attention of the two men I see. “Congratulations on taking off the training wheels, did that fucker actually let you two do something without him.”

“Hardy fucking har.” The tallest man out of the two replies, they have just recently started to work for the old man, so I don’t know their names, not that I will ever be bothered to learn them. From the little interaction I have had with them, it looks like the old man went for muscle over brains.

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