Page 90 of Rags's Awakening
“You like that?”
She couldn’t answer. She could only feel.
“Your pussy’s real tight,” he groaned, soft and slow.
The sound rode along her spine, hot and heavy, and she curled her hand around his dick.
“Rags, I need you,” she breathed.
Suddenly, he claimed her mouth and everything blurred. He nipped her bottom lip, then thrust his tongue deep, his fingersstill fucking her. She sucked on his tongue as he fisted her hair and tugged hard. She bucked against his hand, then pulled back, a low laugh rumbling from his chest.
“Darlin’, you’re so ready,” he said against her lips, then trailed feather-light kisses and sharp nips down her body until her reached her throbbing sex.
Casey pushed his head closer and cried out when the tip of his tongue touched her clit.
“Fuck, Rags,” she moaned, shifting beneath his mouth.
“You taste so good,” he murmured, sucking gently on her stiff nub while his thumb stroked its side.
“Oh… damn.” She arched, pushing into him. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Rags lifted his head and locked eyes with her. “You’re beautiful, Case.”
A sliver of clarity sliced through her haze.
“Condom?” she croaked.
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since I met you. You on the pill?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
He braced his hands on either side of her knees, spreading her wide as she lifted her hips to meet him. She watched him guide himself inside until he filled her completely.
“Feels so fuckin’ good,” he growled.
Against the pounding rhythm of her heart, everything clicked into place. There was onlythis… onlythem, and nothing else mattered. Rags bent down and kissed her with fierce passion, and Casey wondered why she’d fought the inevitable for so long. An intimacy flowed between them that surprised and steadied her. He felt perfect inside her.
Gasping, she dug her fingers into his back and wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper. Sprinkling kisses overhis chest, she felt his heartbeat beneath her lips, strong and purposeful, matching his powerful thrusts.
“You feel incredible,” he said.
“So do you,” she murmured, swiping her tongue along his throat.
“You like it easy and slow, or hard and fast?” he grunted.
“Give me all you’ve got.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, pulling out before slamming back into her.
Breathing hard, Casey clung to him as he drove into her. Fast, hard, deep, over and over. Hell yes. She needed all of it: the intensity, the pace, the way his gaze never left hers.
Sweat beaded along his hairline as he pounded into her. When he reached between them and stroked her swollen sweet spot, pinching lightly, she shattered as wave after wave crashed through her, each cresting higher than the last.
“That’s it, Case. Let it all out.”
His voice echoed as he kept thrusting, the nickname hitting her straight to the core.
Stiffening, he growled out, “Fuck,” as he shuddered through his release.
