Page 28 of Raze
Raegan’s staring up at me with hooded eyes filled with lust and desire, her hair fanned out behind her mixed in the dirt and leaves. My heart misses a beat at the look she’s giving me. If I’d ever had any doubt before, it’s gone now. She wants me.
She looks so goddamn beautiful spread out before me with a look like that. My soul goes rabid at the sight of it. Mine. I’m never letting her fucking go. She’s mine. These looks are all mine. I’ll covet them and worship her like the fucking goddess she is of my soul.
I push her shirt up and tug her bra cups down so that they perfectly shelve her round tits on display for me. And then I ravish them. My tongue circles each nipple until they grow to pert points that I can’t help but suck and nibble on, eliciting a sharp gasp from Raegan. Smirking, I slide one hand between us, snapping her jeans open in a rough yank and slipping inside. Her panties are soaked for me.
A growl rumbles from my chest. I take her jeans and underwear in either hand, then strip them clean off of her and toss themsomewhere behind me. My clothes drag against the dirt when I shift her thighs over my shoulders. I bite her inner thigh, claiming it and her with a mark that will stick around.
She’s writhing above me, moaning into the quiet morning air for all the woodland creatures to hear. We should be safe from the firehouse hearing us, but I’m in too deep to give a rat’s ass if they do. I’m not stopping even if a bear or cougar shows up. Her voice is like music to my ears, and I wonder what other sounds I can draw from her lips. Sounds I know I’ll replay in my head on repeat like my favorite song.
My tongue takes a long, firm lick of her arousal, and I groan at the sweetness of it. “You’re going to be the death of me, beautiful. A man could set up camp and feast on you for life with how good you taste.”
Her fingers grip the hair on my head and shove me back down. “Shut up and don’t stop,” she sasses, but it’s dripping with a need that tells me I’m still the one in control. I smile against her lower lips, my trimmed beard tickling against her, causing her thighs to clench around me.
I don’t have the patience to drag this out any longer, anyway. I’ve been starved for the taste of her again. I pleasure her with reckless abandon. No nice, gentle, or teasing strokes. This pussy is mine and has been waiting for me to devour it; I won’t make it wait any longer. My grip on her thighs is firm as she tries to wriggle away when the pressure becomes too much, but I hold her steady so she can’t run away. She’ll take the pleasure I’m giving her, and she’s going to love it.
Raegan’s hand is pulling my hair so tight that my scalp burns. She’s not trying to direct anything, though. She’s holding on for dear life while she makes all sorts of sounds that tell me I’m playing her body just right.
I dip my tongue inside her pussy. I can feel it trying to clench, but my tongue isn’t what it wants. I slide back up and then insert two fingers, pushing them in and out at a steady pace.
Her body arches like a bowstring and then snaps as her orgasm explodes from her. I hungrily devour her sweetness before it can fall to the dirt so it isn’t wasted. I shuck my clothing, then remove the rest of hers as well while she’s still coming down from her high, and then I line up and drive into her.
She cries out in pleasure, and my voice mixes with hers. My dick glides into her with ease, and it’s like her cunt is welcoming me home. I back out and take my time sliding back in. I want to feel every inch of her pussy, especially when it holds me tight and tries not to let me go. It’s pure fucking heaven, and there’s nothing I’ve done or felt in my life that will top this.
Street racing, fight clubs, drinking, and smoking. All distractions from what I was really looking for in this life.
Her.
The thought snaps the thread of control in me, and I move in earnest. I lift her ass while her legs balance over my shoulders as I take her at a completely new angle. She’s at my mercy with half her body airborne and in my grip, so she has to take every punishing stroke and thrust, as I angle myself deeper, like I’m trying to come out of her throat.
My own finish line creeps up, but I don’t want to go until I’ve felt her orgasm with me inside her. I pull out, then grab her hips and flip her to her front in one swift motion. Her back is covered in dirt and nature, and now I’ll get to rub her front side into it, too. Once again, I sheathe myself in her warm embrace.
I run my hand possessively down her spine as if I can press the dirt more firmly into her skin as a form of marking her. Like Simba’s forehead is marked with some mud or coconut crap, I’ll claim her in the dirt of this earth. I grip her hips in each hand and step up to an unforgiving pace. “Touch yourself, beautiful.”
Raegan reaches between her legs and starts rubbing at her clit. I can feel her pussy pulse and clench around me, and I know she’s close. I grit my teeth to hold my own back, but it’s not easy. Then she screams, and I hear the flutter of wings flying off with surprise at the sound. Her body convulses around mine, squeezing me tight, and I can’t hold it anymore. My seed bursts out of me, and I pound it all into her as ecstasy surges through me.
I collapse over her back, holding myself up but resting against her while catching my breath. Neither of us says a word while our minds and bodies come crashing back down to earth and the physical world around us. I know exactly what she’ll do as soon as her brain kicks back online, though. She’ll run. Emotionally. Maybe even physically. She’ll run from this. From me.
I’ve learned that sex, she can do. She’s not shy or afraid of her body at all. It’s intimacy she fears.
It’s not something I have experience with either. But I want it. With her.
She’s the only partner for me. The only woman who I’d gladly give all my time and attention to. Hell, most of my shenanigans on the island were my attempts at impressing her. At stealing her focus away from the others and earning a smile that’s exclusively mine.
I gently pull myself free and fall back on my ass, knees up, uncaring that I’m butt-ass naked in the woods right now, sitting on leaves and twigs. Her body tenses almost as soon as I’m gone. As if losing contact with me is what triggers her brain to overpower her body so she can overthink everything.
“Here.” I grab my shirt and throw it in her face when she sits up. “You can use it to clean up if you want.”
She looks uncomfortable and avoids my eyes, so I take that moment to turn away from her and grab my clothes to put back on. When I glance back, she’s nowhere in sight. Did she run that quickly?
Raegan pops out from behind a bush, fully dressed, though her skin is still brown with dirt, and there are leaves tangled in her hair. She holds my shirt by a bit of the fabric pinched between her fingers and behind her.
“I used it. I’ll wash it before I give it back.”
Like I care about her cum. Doesn’t she remember how I was eating and raving about it? I study her for another second, and then realization clicks in. I grin at her embarrassment, and when she only looks more so at my grin, it widens until I’m sure all my teeth are showing. “Did you pee on it?”
“Gross! Stop making this weird! Of course, I didn’t. I just…used it to wipe myself…after. It’s a girl thing, alright? Just leave it alone,or I’ll never have sex with you again.” Her face is red as a strawberry, and it’s so fucking cute to see her like this that I want to poke her more. But there’s also no way I’m letting her think we aren’t doing that again. Because I’d really like this to be a regular thing.
Raegan looks in the direction of the firehouse and it’s like watching a rabbit tense in preparation to run for its life.
