Page 30 of Ravaging Red
I hesitated and he tightened his hold on my waist, pulling me up against him. I took a deep jagged breath and looked at him.I felt the defiance in my eyes, the way my chin jutted out, how I tried to turn away from him. He simply gave me that arrogant smirk before he moved me. Like a ragged doll he purposely placed my pussy against the base of his cock, sliding me over the ridges, and smirking as I fought back a moan. While he moved me back and forth, he made sure to coat his dick with my cream.
“Feel that?” he murmured, dragging me over his rigidity, hard enough to part my folds but not enough to enter. A drop of his precum dripped onto my pussy and I gasped. It felt different, it made me feel euphoric.
“What is…?” I moaned, losing my words as the sensations of it coursed through me.
He continued. “Look at how wet you are? And I haven’t even fucked you yet. It’s obscene. You should be ashamed of yourself, being in heat like this.”
“I’m not…in heat,” I gritted, my voice faltering as I fought myself from humping him.
He gave me a dark seductive look. “No, you’re not. Not yet. But keep lying to me, and I’ll show you what it really feels like to burn.”
He shifted slightly, the thick head of his cock pushing against my opening again, then slipping up to tease my clit. Another drop of precum hit my pussy and my back arched against my will, the impact of it was enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my body. It had to be some sort of drug; it was the only explanation.
Rael’s eyes flared red. “You keep squirming like that, little Red, and I might think you want to be ruined.”
“I’m not squirming,” I bit out.
“Oh, no?” He pressed my hips down onto his cock, just enough to grind against that swollen, desperate bundle of nerves. “Then why is your pussy soaking my cock like it’s starving?”
I turned my head, my eyes squeezing shut, but that made it worse. In the dark behind my eyelids, I could feel everything even more intensely. The slick drag of him. The heat of his massive frame. The pressure. My body yearned for him.
He nudged the tip of his dick at my entrance again. My breath hitched, caught in my throat, and I held it. I was his captive, I couldn't run anymore, didn’t dare to. I was being forced to submit to him.
When he pulled away again, I whimpered. “Ohhh,” he cooed. “That’s the sound I’ve been waiting for.”
My face flushed hot. I hated that I made any sounds for him. Hated even more that it made my core clench.
“You’re fighting so hard,” he teased, dragging his claws lightly up the inside of my thigh. “Why? You know you’re going to break. You’ve already cracked, Red. You’re begging in silence.”
“I’m not,” I said, but the tremble in my voice gave me away.
He leaned in close, wet nose brushing my jaw, voice thick with sin. “Let me hear it, Red. Say it. Tell me what you need and I’ll put us both out of this misery.”
I clenched my teeth, shaking my head.
“Stubborn,” He groaned, sliding his cock along my folds again, pressing it against my entrance, slipping through the mess between my legs. My body jolted at the contact. Unbearable heat rushed through my stomach. My muscles tensed and shook.
I let out a sob. A real one this time.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was tired and he was right. And the words came out before I could stop them, before I could swallow them back down.
“Fuck me.” The words hung in the air between us. A slightly sinful confession.
Rael stilled. Not hesitating. Not showing me mercy.
No.It was pure restraint. That awful, unbearable kind of restraint that only made everything more palpable.
His hands gripped me harder, his claws dug into my flesh, causing a slight sting to mix in with the pleasure. His chest heaved, and I felt the wild ripple of muscle against my body as he let out a slow, dangerous breath. His hands moved like iron shackles, locking around my thighs, dragging me down until the head of his cock pushed against my opening, hot and massive and throbbing with every inch of filthy promise. Then a low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest.
“There she is,” he said. “There’s my good, filthy girl.”
“It won’t fit,” I squirmed but he held me down.
“We’ll make it fit, my pet.” He growled and the sound vibrated up his dick and through my body.
“Please fuck me, Rael.” I repeated.
The words came without shame now, my thighs soaked with arousal, my cunt pulsing, wet, and spread wide over his lap. I couldn’t stop begging, didn’t want to. I didn’t sound like myself anymore. He’d turned me into a creature that only knew how to beg to be filled.
