Page 84 of By the Horns
“Ugh, I don’t know if I like that nickname,” I tell him, but I do as he asks, getting on hands and knees. I present my arse to him, giving it a wiggle. “This better?”
“Mmm, the view is lovely,” he agrees, his hand skimming over my backside and then teasing between my thighs again. “I don’t get to watch your pretty tits, but I’ll just have to play with them instead.”
He leans forward, pressing his cock against my slick cunt, and drags it through my folds. I moan, remembering how good he’d felt before. How has it been so long since we’ve had sex? Obviously, we need to remedythis, and fast. His other hand goes to my breast, and he teases its heavy weight, finding the tip and toying with it.
“They’re not sensitive,” I tell him. “You can be a little rougher.”
He immediately pinches the tip, and it sends a lightning bolt of heat straight through my body. I bite back another squeal, holding still as he drags his cock against my pussy again.
“Like that?”
“Gods,yes.”
“I love how you know just what you like.” He slides his cock along my pussy again, then teases the head at my entrance.
I whimper and back up against him, hungry for more. “Please.”
“I should be testing you right now,” he says, voice hoarse. Slowly, he breaches my body with his thick cock. “But I’m trusting you, Gwenna.”
I know he is. I can’t say that he’s right to do so, because I don’t know how he’ll feel about the truth. I just moan and push back against him, trying to take him deeper. “I’m yours.”
He pushes in, and it’s the most overwhelming, most glorious sensation in the world. There’s no feeling quite like being breached by a thick cock, and Raptor’s is thicker than most. It takes my breath away in the best sense and sends tingles of pleasure all through my body.
“I’m going to go slow,” he reassures me in a low voice, one hand on the small of my back. His hand is so big that he makes me feel dainty just with that small touch. “Got to stretch you. By the gods, you feel mucking delicious, though.”
I moan, curling my fingers against the blankets. It takes everything I have to keep myself still, to remain in place like an obedient woman while he pushes into me with a downright slothful speed. “Just…tell me when I can move.”
His big hand moves to my arse, and he gives it a chastising tap. “You move when I say you can move.”
Oooh, he’s bossy in bed. That makes me ridiculously hot. “Don’t be mean or I’ll come too soon.”
Raptor groans, his hips jerking, and I’m rewarded with even more of his cock. “You tease. How I love that about you.”
I tense as he speaks, and it takes a moment for me to realize he’s not confessing love. Oh. It doesn’t matter…does it? I tell myself that itdoesn’t, just as I tell myself I wasn’t eager to hear the words. I can’t afford to fall in love anyhow. This is just sex.
He flexes his hand on my buttock, then sinks a little deeper into me. “How’s that feel, little bantam?”
“Feels like you should come up with a new nickname,” I joke.
He spanks me again, and then reaches forward to play with one of my hanging breasts. “You’re a naughty sort when you get cock into you.”
“You like it when I tell it like it is,” I tease back, and rock against him, testing the waters. There’s a lot of him in me—gods, so much—but he’s prepared me well, and while I feel split all the way to my core, it doesn’t hurt. It feels shockingly good. I move again and love the sound of his breath escaping him. Good. I’m not the type to sit passively while he fucks me. I want to be an active participant. I move my hips in slow, steady motions, enjoying his surprised grunt as he’s forced to follow my lead.
We move together amazingly well. I’ve had sex in the past where we could never find a rhythm together, or where I’d have a man lying over me like a blanket, not like a lover. But Raptor knows just how to move and how fast to move. His strokes start slow and then he moves quicker, until he’s hammering into me with sharp, delicious precision with every quick snap of his hips, every stroke of his cock deep inside me. I lose myself in the feel of it, closing my eyes and sinking into the sensation. I won’t come like this, but there’s nothing wrong with simply enjoying the moment.
Raptor’s hand moves from my back, and then he anchors one on my shoulder, the other going to my breast. And then he starts fucking me.Hard.Now I’m the one who’s gasping for breath as he uses my body, working me hard. I’m never in pain, but the bed shakes, my thighs quiver with the force of his slapping hips, and all the while, he’s roughly rolling my nipple between his fingers just the way I like it.
And even though there’s no hand on my clit…I feel as if I’m going to come. I whimper, because it’s almost like my body is coiling in on itself, a sure sign that I’m about to climax. “I’m—close—”
“Then come for me. I want to feel it when you clench around me.”
I make a needy little noise as he continues to fuck me. I can’t come on command, but now that I know he’s not going to take this away from meagain, I’m free to sink into the sensations. I close my eyes and lose myself, and the only thing in the world is the sharp thrust of his cock into my body, the big rough hand on my breast, and that ever-building sensation deep in my belly.
When I come, it’s not like a lightning strike. It’s more of a tidal wave, building and building until I’m swept up along with it. I moan as the first wave of overwhelming pleasure takes me, my body responding with all my limbs tensing and tightening. I clench everywhere, and as the pleasure floods through me, so does gratitude. Gratitude that he’s giving me this release, finally. “Thank you,” I babble. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Raptor’s thrusts slow down, and he gives my breast one final squeeze before sliding to my clit. Even as I quiver with the aftershocks of my release, he rolls my clit against his fingertip. “You’re nice and wet, my sweet wench. You think you can take my knot now?”
Through a delicious haze, I realize that I’ve had my release but he hasn’t had his…and knotting me is what he wants more than anything. I nod, lowering my cheek to the bedsheets as he thrusts into my body. “Yes.”
