Page 23 of Taming Raptor

“Holy fuck, your tight little ass is gonna make me come already,” he ground out.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted in time with each thrust because insanely, I was on the verge of the craziest orgasm I’d ever experienced. It was absolutely not what I expected.

When he suddenly reached around and rubbed my clit, I lost my fucking mind. I screamed as my pussy clenched and he drove deep and held. Amazingly, I could feel every pulse of his cock as he grunted and shuddered. I wept and had no earthly idea why.

Both breathing heavily, we simply existed in the cocoon of bliss that wrapped around us in our post euphoric world.

He finally gripped the end of the condom and withdrew, leaving me whimpering. “Don’t move,” he whispered.

“Fucking hell, I couldn’t move if I wanted to right now,” I dazedly mumbled into the pillow. His chuckle followed him as I heard him pad to the bathroom. When I heard the water come on, I presumed he disposed of the condom and rinsed off.

Ass still in the air and throbbing slightly, I sat and waited. I might’ve even dozed off. At least until his tongue licked my wet slit and pierced into my needy pussy. He did that a few times before he left me, and I whined.

“I want you to suck my cock and make me hard so I can fuck your pretty little pussy this time.”

“Okay,” I gasped. “But I need a little help,” I tacked on as I wiggled my fingers.

The man’s strength never ceased to amaze me either. He scooped me up at the waist and gently set me on my feet.

“Get on your knees.”

I was graceful and I was a dancer, but I’d never done it with my hands behind my back. Initially, I wobbled so he fisted my hair, using it to help balance me. The slight tug on my scalp felt insanely good.

Once I was on my knees, I looked at his thick, hardening, veined shaft and my mouth actually watered. Some women might say there was nothing pretty about a dick, but I disagreed. I’d never seen one that was more attractive than Adrien’s. Or maybe I was biased. Regardless of why, I gently rubbed first one cheek along the side of it and nudged it up with my nose so I could tease the bottom with my tongue. It grew harder as I licked up until my softly parted lips moved across the head, then I repeated the motion down the other side of his length with my other cheek.

I loved the feel of the soft smooth skin on mine, but I loved the feel of that same length in my mouth. To me, sex not only felt amazing—with the right guy—it made me feel powerful. Though I was the one physically on my knees, by skillfully working my mouth over them, I brought them to their metaphorical knees. Sometimes that was a much more advantageous position.

He sucked in a sharp breath when I ran my tongue from base to tip where I swirled around the head to catch the clear bead of his excitement before I sucked the now firm shaft into my mouth with very little pressure. I was licking and sucking on it as if it was a popsicle. It made him tighten the grip he still had on my hair.

“Suck me. But don’t let me come. I want to fill that pretty pussy to overflowing.”

My hum in response had him groaning and I couldn’t help the smile of satisfaction that pulled at my busy lips. Ever obedient, my cheeks hollowed as I sucked until he held my head gently and began fucking my face. A few times I started to gag, but he always pulled back quickly when that happened. It wasn’t long before he jerked my head back by the hair with a grunt. When I released his now pulsing and bobbing cock, I pressed a soft kiss on the tip before licking the escaping drop.

“Jesus, woman.”

He helped me to my feet, but instead of guiding me to the bed, he dropped his head to trail his lips along my heated skin. This was not a wild need to taste me. It was as if he was worshipping me inch by inch. Reverently, he drew his short beard over my hypersensitive flesh. By the time he was done, I was gasping, and my inner thighs were soaked.

“Adrien,” I groaned, his name like a plea on my lips.

Then he surprised me. As he continued his sweet, slow torture, he released my hands, the silk ribbon falling at our feet. I thought he meant to switch me to the restraints on the bed. Instead, he laid me back and lifted my legs. I scooted myself up to rest my head on his pillow. He continued his ministrations as he moved from my ankles up my legs, to my stomach as he settled between my legs, then my breasts, and finally my neck.

When he lined the tip of his cock at my entrance, I drew my brows down in confusion. “No restraints?”

“No,” he whispered into my ear as he worked himself in and out until he was fully seated. “I need to feel your hands on my skin.”

I was a little shocked. Only a handful of times in the past months had he let me touch him while we fucked. Then his wording sunk in. He hadn’t said he wanted to feel my hands, he had said he needed to feel it.

Something was wrong.

But when he slid his arms under my body to hook his fingers over my shoulders and pulled back until he nearly left my body, I whimpered. Then he drove hard and deep. That’s when all organized thought dissipated. There was nothing but the slick friction where we connected on the deepest level and the sound of our ragged breaths. I reveled in the feel of his firm muscles flexing under my hands as I smoothed them over him everywhere I could reach. I rejoiced in the way my pussy perfectly sheathed him and he filled me as if we’d been made for each other.

The weight of his body over mine wasn’t suffocating, it was protective, and I loved it.

“I’m so close,” I whispered as the familiar pressure began to build. Between his mouth biting, kissing, and sucking along my neck and shoulders, and his cock in my pussy, I was almost cross-eyed.

“Give it to me. Come on my cock,” he demanded. Like the well-trained thing it had become, my body readily complied.

My nails scored his shoulders and back as I braced myself for the looming impact. Little swirls of ecstasy teased on the periphery of my consciousness. Closer and closer until bliss exploded from the core of my being. The pressure unleashed and swept through me in heatwaves of utter ebullience. Unable to pinpoint one single detail, everything was simply a collage of color, flashes of the brightest light, and the deep primitive pulse of my orgasm as I fell apart in his arms.

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