Page 15 of Taming Raptor

“Yes, what?” sensuously soft, he whispered. I didn’t mistake his light words; the demand was there. The question was, how much did I want to push him.

“Yes, Sir, I’m your good girl,” I rasped out as he teased and tugged until my eyes were practically crossed.

“Have you ever used them?”

“Yes,” I replied in a rush.

“Are you okay with them?”

“Yessss,” I groaned as he placed the other one. I loved that he ensured I was agreeable when he added something new. Once he knew it was a go, he pushed both sliders until there was the slightest pain, but not so much that I didn’t enjoy the hell out of it.

“That’s not all,” he whispered against my skin.

As I lay there with my eyes closed, I could hear his breathing, the pounding of my heart, and muted sound of the other club members out in the common area. At the sound of further rustling, I peeked to see him lifting the velvet padding from the box. He pulled out another sparkling piece.

With a wicked grin, he moved lower, raining kisses periodically as he went. My breath caught when he swiped his tongue teasingly through my greedy and wet pussy. I literally quit breathing when he exposed my clit, flicked it a few times, then applied the clamp to it.

“Breathe,” he softly drew out and I let out the massive lungs full of air in a whoosh.

“Holy fucking shit.”

“Still good?”

“Fuck yes. So good. So, so, so good.” I squirmed a bit and tried to reach for him, only to be reminded I was bound to the bed with the soft leather of his belt. I grunted in frustration.

His chuckle teased over my clit before he wiggled it with a fingertip. I hissed and bucked my hips. When his tongue dipped into my aching wet slit, I groaned. Then he slowly moved the dangling pieces back and forth to tickle my pussy lips, and I cursed under my breath.

“I need you,” I panted as I wrapped my fingers around the leather above my bound hands.

“What do you say?” he crooned as if I was a child asking for an ice cream.

“Please, Adrien, I need you to fuck me,” I practically begged in savage desperation.

“Open your legs farther,” he demanded as he got to his knees and gripped the base of his shaft.

“Yes, sir,” I purred, knowing he loved it when I called him that. Also, because I was happy that I wouldn’t be waiting much longer. Which was a good thing, because I ached for him.

My response elicited a low growl that rumbled from his chest and he slowly stroked his cock until the clear bead at the tip grew and spilled over. I whined at the travesty. When my tongue wet my lower lip, his gaze grew heated, and he caught the clear liquid with his finger and painted my lips with it.

I quickly licked it off. He gripped his cock tighter, and I heard him suck in a sharp breath.

“Are you being a smartass?” he asked in a deceptively calm tone as he reached down to slide a finger between my pussy lips that were already slick from my eager anticipation.

“Never,” I lied, but he squeezed the clamp and my eyes crossed.

“What was that?”

“No, sir,” I replied in a rush.

“There’s my good girl,” he crooned, and I swear I gushed over his fingertips that teased me.

When he notched the tip of his cock in my drenched opening, I practically whimpered. I lifted my hips to grant him easier access and he slowly slid in. It was the sweetest torture. My eyes practically crossed, and I moaned at the sensation of his hot smooth skin sliding through my slippery sheath. There was definitely something to be said about going bare.

Once he was fully seated, he hooked his hands under my knees and pushed them toward my chest. The way it changed the angle made me gasp and my back arched from the bed, it was that damn good. When he started moving, it was slow and sensuous. I practically quit breathing. The combination of his cock and the jewelry was putting me in sensory overload—and it was fucking amazing.

After the first few teasing moments, he drove hard and deep, his weight braced on his arms that now flanked my raised arms. Thighs pressed to my chest, shins against his, I took everything he gave. My heart stopped at the amazing feel of him thrusting hard and deep in my pussy. If it was possible to die from incredible sex, he was going to put me in my grave.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted as he snapped his hips faster. He shifted one hand to anchor my ass. With each brutal thrust, he pulled me against him for maximum impact. My flesh would be bruised from his grip, but I didn’t care.

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