Page 9 of Rhoni & Dreaux

“You’ll be the last one I get to explore for the next four years.” He kissed my neck, slowly taunting and teasing my skin with soft, warm nips.

My stomach fluttered with the combination of his mouth and hands on me blended with the citrusy, woodsy scent clinging to his skin.

“Sounds like I’m in for a treat then,” I said on a quiet moan.

“You have no idea, Rho. No fucking idea.”

My pulse began to race as he walked me back to my sofa. I mentally processed how it would suffice holding us both because I didn’t want him in my bed. The thought made what was happening here feel a little too intimate and all I’d agreed to was sex. Hopefully some really amazing sex, but just sex.

Before we got cozy, he unbuttoned my jeans, pushing his hands inside and downward over my hips. The denim and satin of my panties shifted down enough that when I sank into the cushions, and kicked off my shoes, all he had to do was yank them down my thighs and calves.

For a long intense moment, he stood over me, admiring his handiwork. I was naked from the waist down and grateful I wasn’t self-conscious about my body because the way his eyes were focused and exploring would have had my anxieties spiking.

Another moment passed before he kneeled between my legs and his large, warm palms pressed into my thighs, spreading them painfully wide. He thrusted a finger inside me, circling it twice before his mouth followed.

“Oh fuck…” I moaned, digging my nails into my palms. “No warning, huh?”

He chuckled roughly but didn’t let up. Instead his fingers began to work in tandem with the rhythm of his tongue and the combination was far more than I was prepared to handle. When his lips curled around my clit and he pulled hard and his tongue lashed forward along with those deft fingers pressing into me as deep as they could go, I gasped. A wave of sensation crawled down my spine, circled my body, and landed right between my thighs.

Fire bloomed through every inch of me and blazed across my skin. I pressed my fist into the sofa and lifted my hips, wanting to move closer to his face. His eyes shot up to mine and a cocky grin curled the corners of his lips right before he yanked me up and forward, angling my hips away from the sofa.

I was desperate and needy but his arrogance let me know he was in control. Each time I was at risk of tipping over the edge, he pulled away and slowed the pace of his fingers. When I frowned my disapproval, he smirked, barely touching me before his assault picked up again.

My pussy was so sensitive I wasn’t sure I could handle another round of his push and pull but I didn’t have to. His fingers were replaced by this tongue thrusting in and out of me fast and furious and, every so often, circling my clit. His teeth occasionally grazed my throbbing bud then he soothed it with a gentle tug from his lips. By the time I had his fingers again, my body convulsed, jerking violently until an intense orgasm crashed through me. I couldn’t breathe, my eyes wouldn’t open, and the entire moment consumed me.

Oh fuck this is too much.

Eventually, I managed a few shallow breaths while he continued slowly thrusting his fingers in me. My body pulsed to the same rhythm of my pussy gripping him while he watched me with a hard gaze that flared with confidence. When he removed his hand from me, licked those incredibly long and skilled fingers clean, and extended to his full height to unfasten his jeans, I sent a quick prayer into the universe.

Because what the fuck had I gotten myself into…

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Dreaux.

As I removed my clothes and tossed two condoms on the table next to the sofa, Rhoni watched me with a slight bit of indifference. She was still settling into the way I’d just made her cum but the minute my dick came into view her body tensed.

She’d asked if this was my thing and the answer was technically no. I preferred one woman but hadn’t been opposed to a few situations where I enjoyed a night for what it was and walked away. That was what tonight would be. My next four years would be in a cell counting down until I could walk into my new reality. A very fucking rich man who was starting over.

Tonight, I was fucking a beautiful woman. Tomorrow I would forget she existed.

I reached for a condom, but she grabbed it before I could. A challenging look flashed across her face when she inched to the edge of the sofa and curled the pack in her hand. When I lifted a brow in question, she smiled, dropped the condom, and with her hands on the back of my thighs, gently tugged me closer. “I’m kind of a sore loser so you get to reap the benefits of me needing a win.”

I chuckled, lowering my eyes as she wrapped a hand around my dick but I still offered her an out. My dick in her mouth wouldn’t be an easy win. “This isn’t a competition.”

“Maybe not for you…”

Lust filled her eyes as she gauged my size but she damn sure didn’t hesitate. Her mouth closed around the head then slowly eased me in deeper. Her cheeks hollowed from how hard she sucked me in. “If you need a win, Rho, make sure you get me nice and wet. Take me as deep as you can. Don’t play with this muthafucker…”

If she wanted to please, who was I to get in the way?

Her eyes lifted and I swore she fucking grinned in challenge. She eased me out and ran her tongue up and down my dick bathing me in spit before she took me in again. This time a lot deeper but she still hadn’t accepted all of me.

“More…” I demanded and pushed against her lips. A few gentle thrusts and she had taken all of me. Each time I pulled back and pushed forward again, she opened more, relaxing her jaw and her throat. I watched through heavy lids and I buried every inch of my dick while her nails dug into my thighs. I delivered shallow thrusts and she hollowed her cheeks, working her tongue like a gotdamn savant. The tip of my dick grew sensitive so I pulled out completely and stroked the crown across her lips to control my pending orgasm then pushed slowly back between them. I did this a few more times and she kissed the head, caressing it with her tongue before opening wide, waiting for me to thrust back in.

Fuck.

She was gonna get that win because the more she lavished the warm, wet caresses over my dick the more she inched toward a victory.

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