Page 9 of Taming Raptor

“Yours,” I gasped when he let up on the pressure around my neck and pure sweet oxygen rushed into my lungs as he thrust up. The euphoria hit me as my blood rushed to my head. It was what he’d been waiting for—my surrender—we both knew it.

In one, smooth motion, he rolled us over. Hand still around my throat, but now looser, he gently stroked over my pounding pulse. He dropped to one elbow and nipped the slope of my shoulder, sending a shiver of need racing along my skin. Then he slid that hand under my head and gripped my hair at the same time as he withdrew and plunged back into my needy core.

“Wrap your leg around me,” he commanded, and I instantly complied. The second I did, he fucked me like a goddamn sex machine.

I don’t know if it was his angle, his force, or his magic goddamn dick, but whatever he hit made my eyes roll. An odd, but heavenly sensation hit me like a gale force wind, and everything went a little numb before pleasure exploded through every cell of my being.

My pussy, traitorous bitch that she was, came again as he slammed into me, our skin loudly slapping with the force. Every move he made was calculated to bring me compliantly to my knees. Despite how goddamn good he made me feel, I really believed I could maintain the upper hand. I thought I was made of stronger stuff.

For him, I was weak.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to come again,” I burst out in shocked surprise as the familiar pressure built. My body tensed, no longer able to meet his animalistic motions. Lost in the pending release, I couldn’t focus. Like a savage beast, he drove me toward the edge with each stroke of his talented body. When the dam burst, I screamed and my vision went white as the almost violent contractions of my pussy gripped his amazing cock. Through it all, he continued to fuck me as I cried out his name on repeat.

“Fuuuuuck!” I barely heard him groan out in a strained curse. If I thought my orgasm had been mind-blowing, the pulsing of his cock told me his was just as powerful.

“Yessss,” I rasped as his release brought on yet another of my own.

But he wasn’t done.

After he came, he proceeded to taste every square inch of my body until I was seeing stars. By the time he was done, he was hard again, and I was trembling with need. He flipped me over and rammed that thick cock into my primed and ready pussy as he shoved my chest into the bed.

The first smack echoed through the roof and the sharp sting on my asscheek startled the hell out of me. I tensed up—everywhere.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped, and I loved that I’d made him do that. It wasn’t long before he took back control. He alternated sides as his hand made contact with my burning flesh. With each one, my pussy tightened up, then gushed.

“You love that, don’t you,” he demanded between grunts and the steady slam of his hips against mine.

“Yes,” I breathlessly replied with my hands braced on the headboard slats to keep my head from banging into it.

“Tell me again… whose pretty little cunt is this?” he asked as he rammed his blessed cock in my greedy pussy like a goddamn jackhammer.

“Yours,” I immediately replied, because it was the truth. And the dirtier he spoke, the more turned on I got.

“Who else can put their cock in here?” By then my brain was half scrambled and his words barely registered. He took that for a refusal to answer and he jerk his hard length out leaving me empty and aching. He swatted my ass again and I yelped in surprise.

“Answer me. I asked you who else’s cock can use your pussy?” he barked as he teased me with his thumb.

“No one,” I whined, then I ground out, “Now please put that thick, beautiful cock back in your cunt and fuck me like you promised.”

His chuckle was deep and dark as he teasingly prodded the tip of his shaft at my opening until I whimpered. Then he drove it home and I saw fucking stars. When he slipped his thumb into my ass, I figured out why he’d been dipping it in my dripping wet slit.

And that was when I lost my ever-loving mind.

“Yes, oh God, holy shit, yessss,” I babbled as I wiggled my hips in an attempt to get him to move.

“Baby, I’m going to fuck your tight cunt, your beautiful mouth, and right here,” he promised as he slowly slid his thumb in and out of my tight, puckered hole. “And then I’m going to do it again, and again, and again. Because this”—thrust—“is”—thrust—“mine!”

For hours, he owned every inch of my body and made sure I knew it. By the time I passed out from exhaustion, I was terrified he owned more than that.

Unsurprisingly, I woke up alone, my body aching like I’d competed in a decathlon.

Though I hated to admit it, I was pretty sure I couldn’t handle more than him. He was possibly as wild as I was. He was also a complete anomaly in my book—a unicorn among men.

A man that actually left me happily satiated.

For the moment.

With an arch to my back, I stretched and winced at the pull in my muscles. Then I climbed out of his bed and searched for my clothing. When I found the ripped triangle of silk that used to be my underwear, I smirked and set them on his pillow. Foregoing the bra, and sans panties, I dressed and padded down the hall.

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