Page 104 of Rafferty's Rules
All thoughts of before, of now, of fantasy, fall away as she slides her hot mouth the length of me, her fingers gripping tight at the base. The sensation is... sublime. The moment one of ecstasy. I gather her hair to the side and watch the hard length of me slide in and out of her ruby lips as I stare at the sweep of her dark lashes against her cheeks, her delicate fingers wrapped around the root of me.
For a minute, I think about letting go, giving in. Lying back against the bar and letting her take me to heaven. Blow my load down the back of her throat. But as her eyes open and she stares up at me, hollowing out her cheeks with a little moan, I lose it. Lose all sense of reality. I tighten my grip on her hair, and she comes of my dick with a wet sounding pop.
She wants me to remember her when she’s gone.
And I’m going to make sureshenever forgets.
‘Kiss the tip.’ My rough command elicits a smile from her, but as she tries to lower her head, I keep her in place. ‘Lick your lips. Make them wet.’
‘I like you watching me,’ she whispers. ‘Your eyes are kinda special.’
‘Lips, bite-sized. Make ’em wet.’
With a smile, her tongue makes a leisurely job of my command as, with her hand, she gives my cock a solid pull.
‘Fuck, yeah.’ I give her a little slack, just enough to work me into her mouth. ‘Start slow. Use your tongue.’ My words are more groan than anything else as her tongue swirls around my head. ‘Yeah, like that.’ I’m almost panting, my hips levitating forwards as her teeth graze my length.
‘Yeah, that’s good. You’re so good at this.’ Her eyes flutter closed and, around me comes her vibrating moan. ‘That’s it, show me how much you like my cock, how much you want it.’
My balls tighten, my cock swelling as she works me deeper and faster, in her mouth and her hand. I jerk beneath her, so close to finishing.
She’s blowing more than just my dick, and the noises she makes? Like I’m the best tasting thing. It’s like a layer too much.
‘I need to be inside you,’ I rasp, sliding my hand under her arm, pulling her to her feet as I glue my lips to her neck. ‘I need you to feel how badly I want you.’ And I can’t afford for you to see the truthful shit written on my face.
I need you. Please stay. Let me love you today and always.
Before she can register the truth in my tone, I lift her up onto the bar, pulling her arse to the edge. Her palms fall behind her to support herself, knocking the bottle from the bar. The sound it makes as it hits the stone floor isn’t enough to make us part. It barely registers. I make quick work of the rest of the buttons on her dress, licking her from neck to navel, biting the soft curve of her breast. Sucking her nipples until they’re impossibly hard and wet.
‘I want to drink wine from your collarbones,’ I groan. ‘Fuck, I’m so hard for you, Lis.’ I hook my fingers into the sides of her underwear, sliding them down her legs, scoring her skin with my fingertips. ‘I want you all the time.’ I want to leave my mark on you, leave the indelible mark of me wrapped around your heart. Closing my fingers around her ankle, I spread her wet pussy for my view. ‘And I’ll want you always.’
With that last murmur of truth, I line myself up against her slickness, before pushing inside with one solid thrust and a groan that counters her cry. A cry that urges a repeat, her fingers grasping my shoulders as I take what I need.
The rain hammers on the roof, pelting against the windows, but I can hear nothing but the beat of my heart and the echoing demand in my head that she give me hers.
‘Give it to me.’ I slide my hands beneath her to angle myself deeper, punctuating my petition with the kind of thrusts she won’t ever forget. ‘Give. It. To. Me.’
Her eyes glaze, a heated flush crawling across her skin, her hot walls pulsing around my cock, milking me for all my worth.
‘Yes. Yes! That’s ... I’m.’Her gasps are almost breathless and her pleas barely coherent.‘Lord, please don’t stop.’
I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. The primal pull of her body so intense as she rocks her centre against me and begins to chant my name.
Pleasure crawls along my spine, building in intensity and viciousness until it bursts through me, white hot and intense, and I cry out her name like I could cry out my love.
Chapter 32
ALYSSA
‘Well, damn. Damn and justshit!’
‘Woah! D’you kiss Tee with that mouth? Quick, Mum, get the soap. Somebody needs their mouth washing out.’
‘Oh, goodness,’ I sputter, immediately becoming aware of my audience. ‘I’m so sorry. I forgot where I was for the minute.’ And where I am is in the kitchen, standing with my phone in my hand, realising I have nothing but my little yellow sundress to wear for the wedding tomorrow. A wedding I’m sort of dreading anyway because every time Rafferty touches me, I’m reminded of how little time we have left. And every time we’re intimate, it’s like he’s saying goodbye to me over and over again.
Does he even realise? Can’t he feel me trembling under his fingertips?
‘Don’t worry, Auntie Lissa.’
