Page 7 of Taming Raptor

She was a work of art—something precious to be appreciated and savored. I used my hands and mouth to work my way down her soft, tanned torso. When I reached the button of her tiny denim shorts, I held her firm ass in my hands and used my teeth to unfasten them. Then I slowly dragged the zipper down, moved my hands, and they fell from her curved hips to hit the floor. While I did that, my hands stroked up and down her smooth legs. With each upstroke, I let my fingers get closer to the minuscule scrap of fabric between her legs. To call them underwear would be a gross misrepresentation.

“Raptor,” she begged with a needy whimper.

I bit her clit through the thin silk, and she gasped.

“Adrien,” I corrected. If I was going to break all my rules and let my cock slide between those luscious, lean legs, then she was going to scream my real name.

“Adrien,” she whispered on a sigh as I slowly tugged the shirt down over her hips. She stood there in nothing but that sorry excuse for panties, and it was a heavenly sight. The only thing that would make it better….

After I licked along the lacy edge, I hooked my fingers in the thin elastic sides. With a quick jerk, they ripped apart and fell useless to her feet.

There, that’s perfect.

“Goddamn, your pussy smells divine,” I growled before darting my tongue in for a taste. That was my undoing—because a single lick only whet my appetite. I sucked on her clit then became frustrated because the position didn’t allow me to do what I wanted.

“On the bed,” I demanded. She was quick to obey, but slow to get there because she kicked off her sandals and swung that sexy ass in my face with each sultry step. Then when she slowly climbed on the bed, she made sure that I got a full view of her glistening pink pussy.

Motherfucker.

The wicked little enchantress settled on her back, but made a show of arching her back as she scooted further up on the pillow. Then she cupped those perfectly-rounded tits and played with them as she boldly stared me in the eye.

I hung my damp cut on the back of the desk chair and kicked off my boots. The only time I released her lusty gaze was when I ripped my shirt over my head. Then I decided two could play at her game and I took my time unbuckling my belt and unfastening my jeans.

Her tongue wetting her lips was the first tell that I was getting to her. The way her thighs opened invitingly was the second.

“See something you like?” I rumbled when my pants hit my thighs and I stroked my hard length.

“You know I do,” she replied in a husky tone that was her third tell.

As I continued sliding my hand root to tip and back, I made a decision so out of character that it stunned me, but didn’t stop me. “Do you always have the guys use condoms and are you protected?”

She scoffed. “Of course, do I look stupid?”

“I want you bare,” I admitted. Insanely, my heart stopped beating while I waited for her answer.

I watched her breathing get faster and she pinched her nipples—hard. Then her ass wiggled slightly against the bedding. She hesitated at first. Then she asked, “Are you clean?”

“Yes.” I knew I was because I’d gotten tested after I ended a long-term friends-with-benefits arrangement when she told me she was getting married. Though I’d never gone unwrapped with her, I couldn’t believe she was still fucking me when she was engaged to marry someone else. Worse, she thought I’d be willing to continue our arrangement after she got married. It had pissed me off, so I’d walked out and never looked back. Not because I had feelings for her, but because I hated being lied to and that was one big fat fucking lie by omission—and I wasn’t a goddamn home wrecker.

I already knew Cookie was clean. All the dancers at Royal Heaven were routinely tested.

“Then, yes.”

“Put your arms up.”

She did as she was told, and my cock bobbed in excitement. I approached the bed and trailed my fingertips up from her ankle to her hip. Then I reached down to grab the soft restraint and lifted it. The chain it was attached to clinked as it ran over the rail of the bed.

“Hold this.” I placed the padded cuff in her hand and her fingers curled around it obediently. I loved that she not only trusted me, she immediately did as she was told without question.

Making my way around the bed, I repeated my actions. Once she had both wrist cuffs clutched tightly, I climbed up between her thighs. She was fucking gorgeous. Platinum hair in disarray on my pillow, arms spread like an offering, she was beautiful. But with her tits rising and falling with each breath and her legs parted, she was stunning.

Reverently, I slid my splayed hands up the length of her legs. When I reached the apex, she sucked in a breath and watched me as I studied her. With a light touch, I teased the sensitive area at the top of her thigh where it connected to her pelvis. Though I would’ve loved to see her actually chained to my bed, I liked to work women up to what I wanted.

“If you let go, I’ll put the restraints on you. Understand?”

She nodded and satisfaction lifted the corner of my mouth. “Good.”

Then I leaned down and kissed the inside of her knee before I worked my way north. When her lust swollen pussy was close enough I could touch it with my nose, I moved to the other side. By the time I was done, she was trembling with need. Only then did I lick through her wet center and over her clit.

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