Page 8 of Taming Raptor

A needy whine told me she liked that.

“Fuck you taste like you were made for me,” I murmured as I kissed her pussy lips, then I delved into her with gusto. Like a man starving, I devoured every inch of her delectable and needy pussy. Intermittently, I speared my tongue inside to fuck her like my cock would soon enough. Through it all she whimpered and gasped. When I sucked on her clit again, she groaned and lifted her hips in encouragement. Except she couldn’t handle it for long. Eventually, she fought to pull the overly stimulated and sensitive nub away from me. I bit it and pushed her thighs wide as I held them down.

“Raptor!”

I bit it again, then growled my correction. “Adrien.”

“Adrien,” she cried. It pleased me to hear her saying my name. I hated it when women called me Raptor in bed. Never liked it. If a woman was gonna scream my name, she was gonna scream the right one.

“Good girl,” I praised before I went back to work. I slid two fingers into her throbbing cunt, pleased at how tight she was. Alternating between flicking the tip of my tongue over it and sucking on it, I kept at her clit while my fingers raked over her G-spot until her breathing went ragged and she thrashed beneath me. Then I pushed her over the edge until I could feel her pulsing around my fingers and the sweet but tangy taste of her cum hit my tongue. I removed my hand and fucking lapped that shit up.

There was no way to describe the way a woman tasted. They were all different, yet there were some that were downright addictive. Cookie was that for me, just as I’d always known she would be.

Once her spasms tapered off, I slid up her body to kiss her. I wanted her to taste herself. When she sucked on my tongue, my eyes nearly crossed. I broke free and nibbled along her jaw.

“Let go,” I ordered and like the good girl she was, the chains instantly slid down to the floor to land with a loud rattling clunk.

Then I rolled to my back, bringing her with me. Her pale tresses curtained around us as she rested over me with our lips a breath from touching.

“Fuck me,” I demanded.

Her lips curved into a satisfied grin.

“You Don’t Own Me”—Saygrace (feat. G-Eazy)

His dark eyes practically glowed as he stared intently at me. The amber flecks licked through them like flames.

Doing as he said, I settled over his hips and slid his length through my wet slit without taking him into my body. The only sign that I was getting to him was the slight tensing of his jaw and his fingers digging into my hips.

“Let’s see what you’re made of Raptor. Show me how you’re going to ruin me for other men,” I impertinently pushed, knowing I was poking the bear.

He practically growled in irritation. “I told you, if my cock is in you, don’t call me Raptor. Any other time, yes, but not when we’re in bed. Now let’s see what you’ve got.”

I smirked. If there were two things I was really goddamn good at, it was dancing and fucking. And I loved to do both. With a tilt of my hips as I lifted and moved forward, I caught the tip of his hard cock and worked it in inch by inch. His nostrils flared and he thrust his hips up, driving in to the hilt. Though I tried to appear unaffected by his efforts, I gasped. Never one to compare dicks, I loved them all—well, to a point. But Raptor—Adrien—was a blessed man and stretched me in the very best way.

Seductively, I began to ride him, reveling in the way his thick shaft dragged against the walls of my pussy. Each time I rose up I tightened my walls around his thick length. I’d always had a feeling that he’d be amazing inside me, but I hadn’t counted on the tingles that started the second he sheathed that beautiful cock inside me. It intensified to something akin to the hum you could hear on a power line as electricity surged through it the moment he circled my clit with his thumb.

“You like the feel of my cock fucking you?” he asked as he drove up so hard, I gasped. He hit something that sent a ripple of sensation that practically short-circuited my brain.

“Yes,” I hissed as I rode the building waves of pleasure.

Suddenly, his fingers wrapped around my throat as he pulled me toward him and squeezed lightly. He drove deep and held my ass in place with a tight grip of the other.

“Then tell me this is the only cock that will be in this tight, wet cunt until I tell you I’m done with you,” he demanded. His eyes flashed and the golden-brown flecks seemed to shift.

“No,” I gasped, forcing his hand—insanely wanting to see how far he would take this.

His thick tattooed fingers tightened and I could only bring in shallow breaths. Still, I remained silent, stubbornly refusing to give him what he wanted. His eyes seemed to darken and his cock pulsed.

“Tell. Me,” he ground out through clenched teeth. Black dots swam before my eyes.

“No,” I mouthed, barely audible.

The hand that had gripped my ass in a bruising hold, smacked my flesh lightly, before he shifted so his thumb returned to my clit. But it didn’t stay there long before he slid his splayed hand up my stomach and over my ribs until he held my tit. My sheath tightened around him, and the corner of his mouth hooked up in a wicked grin. Then he pinched my nipple hard and tightened his hold on my throat until I couldn’t breathe at all.

Call me crazy, but I never thought a man could make me come without so much as moving. Perfect dick buried to the base, I exploded around him. Unable to draw in the oxygen I needed, my vision began to dim. He raised his torso from the bed so his lips and teeth skimmed my jaw.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered in my ear. “Whether you like it or not. So, tell me whose goddamn fucking pussy this is.”

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