Page 24 of Rescuing Rebel

“That and more.”

I want to possess her completely, make her surrender, and claim her as no other man has before. This isn’t about sex anymore. I’m drunk on her whimpers of need. Craving control. Needing to rut and fuck and dominate.

“Then show me.” She arches her back, thrusting her tits at me.

Her words are like crack to my cock. It’s needy, hungry, and eager to get things started.

My cock throbs, begging to be satisfied. I press my body against hers. She gasps, her breathing becoming shallow. I capture her lips in a passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless. Our tongues dance together as I explore her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips.

My hands brand every curve possessively, roaming her body aggressively, divesting her of clothes until no barriers remain between our fevered flesh. The sea breeze whispers over her bare, sensitized skin, raising goosebumps as she shivers.

I break away from the kiss and grab hold of her wrists, pushing them above her head, pinning them against the rocks with one hand while my other slides down to cup her ass. She arches into me, turning my animalistic lust into something primal and unhinged.

I squeeze it tight and grind against her, letting my hard bulge press against her soft curves. She moans softly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through us both.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” Her breathy moan is divine. “And, Ethan…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t hold back.” Her voice trembles with raw need.

Holy shit, she’s on fire, saying all the things that flip switches in my head that rarely get flipped. The kind of aggression I prefer during sex is seldom appropriate for most. Which means I often hold back.

But with Rebel?

It’s as if she was made for me.

I claim her mouth in a searing kiss, sealing her surrender. She melts against me, pliant and willing as I brand her as mine. I’ll give her the oblivion she craves, the freedom of belonging completely to me. When we come up for air, raw desire flames in her eyes.

My cock throbs, begging to be satisfied. I capture her lips in a passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless. Our tongues dance together as I explore her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.

Breaking off the kiss, I reach into my pocket and pull out a condom. “As requested.” I can’t help the smirk filling my face and love the eagerness in her eyes.

She takes the condom and swallows hard before dropping onto her knees before me. Her fingers deftly undo my belt before pushing my pants down my thighs. She takes her time, teasing me as she continues to slide my pants down inch by inch until they’re around my ankles. My cock springs free, and she takes it in her hands, wrapping her fingers around it tightly.

My breathing deepens with the stimulation. Her touch is so much more than the desperation of my palm. When she looks up at me with an intensity that sets my heart racing, I understand this is exactly what she needs.

Rebel unwraps the foil packet with trembling fingers. Instead of using her hands to slide the condom over my turgid length, she places it in her mouth.

Holy fucking shit!

My toes curl as the warmth of her mouth wraps around my cock. Her deft tongue unrolls the condom as she takes me fully into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. My fingers curl in her hair, tightening as I brace against the pleasure coursing through me.

When she pulls back, she replaces her mouth with her hands, using both hands to tease and torment. She sits back on her heels and looks up at me expectantly.

I watch her, mesmerized by the sight of her kneeling at my feet, worshipping me with her eyes. I reach down and cup her chin, caressing it gently.

“Your hands, while amazing, are nothing compared to the feeling of your lips wrapped around me. Put me in your mouth again.”

She takes me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of my shaft as she sucks and teases me.

I moan in pleasure, feeling my desire build to a fevered pitch. I grasp her head with both hands and thrust into her mouth with abandon. Each thrust is met with a gasp from Rebel that only serves to drive me wild.

I grip her hair tightly as I reach the brink of orgasm, my breathing coming out in ragged gasps. I try to hold back, but it’s too much, and I groan loudly as pleasure courses through me. My grip on Rebel’s hair tightens as my body quakes.

Rebel looks up at me with adoration in her eyes, and it’s obvious she enjoyed every second as well. She stands slowly, her knees wobbling slightly, and wraps her arms around me, pressing her body into mine for support. I hold her close for a moment before stepping back to gaze into her beautiful eyes.

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