Page 47 of Descent
It felt a lot like destiny.
Rafe increased the pace with a shudder, and he couldn’t help but lose his shit when he fucked my mouth life this. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back, lips flattening against his teeth as he groaned.
My pussy throbbed with warmth, and I whimpered around him, pleading for relief. I was pretty damn sure he needed it too, but he held back, abruptly pulling away as his chest heaved. Before I regained my bearings, he lifted me and impaled me on his cock.
Wrapping my legs around him, I cried out his name.
And I couldn’t help it.
I fucking came without permission.
“I’m sorry,” I said, still clinging to him as I crashed from the high.
“It’s okay. You’ll make up for it with the other piece of ginger.” Inching back, he searched my face. “Besides, we’ve got a baby to make, so we’re gonna be down here for a while.”
Epilogue
Rafe
Three months later…
White fluff trickled onto the skylights in the bedroom. I watched the flakes come down through bleary eyes, not yet fully awake as Alex gripped my thighs. Her lips closed over the tip of my cock, and I stopped seeing the snow fall.
Fuck a white Christmas.
This was the true gift—waking up like this to her going down on me. She moaned, making me grit my teeth at the teasing vibration, and flicked her tongue over the slit.
“If you keep that up, I’m gonna fuck your backdoor.”
She raised her head, letting me slip from her mouth, and my pissed-off dick twitched in the direction of those damp lips. “Will you let me come?”
“Maybe,” I said, shooting her a devious grin. “Maybe not. Keep teasing and find out.”
“Well, since it is Christmas…” She gathered her hair back from her face as she worked my cock deep into her mouth, though not fucking deep enough.
“Jesus Christ, Alex.” I batted her hand away from her hair, taking over the task of controlling those luscious locks. “Use your hands.” I shouldn’t have to instruct her, which told me she was still holding back.
Her fingernails scraped up the underside as her mouth returned to the head.
Scrape, suck. Lick. Nip.
“You’re begging for an ass-fucking, aren’t you?”
Her eyes darted up to meet mine, and I swore I found a challenge there.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”
She raised her brows the slightest bit, and before I could take my next breath, much less thrust into her throat, she hopped off the end of the mattress and ran for the bedroom door. With a quiet laugh, I slipped from the sheets, fingers on the key around my neck, considering all the deviant things I could withdraw from the drawers across the room. All the creative ways I could make her bend.
But it was Christmas, and I was too anxious to get inside her ass, so the most I grabbed was the lube from the nightstand.
Either way, she wouldn’t get far.
I made my way downstairs, feet heavy on the steps. It was the only warning she’d get. As I came to a stop at the bottom of the staircase, I peeled my ears for a hint of her hiding spot.
Shallow breathing to my left, coming from the dining room. Jesus, she was excited, and probably wet between the thighs from the chase. Light on my feet, I turned the corner, and there she was on the other side of the oval table, naked, just the way I liked her first thing in the morning.
“The longer you run, the rougher I’ll be.” I stepped to the right, about to round the edge of the table.
A smile twitched at her lips. “I know.” She tried sneaking two steps to the left.
I lunged for her.
She took off, bare feet skidding across the hardwood as she hurtled into the living room. I followed in quick pursuit, about to grab her by the hair when Jax’s wedding gift caught my eye. The white paddle hung on the wall next to the fireplace.
A white paddle for a white Christmas.
I snatched it from the wall then gripped a fistful of her hair as she tried making her escape once again. “Merry Christmas, baby. Got a present for you.”
“Yeah? What a coincidence. I’ve got one for you too.”
“Mine’s gonna hurt.” I hauled her to the couch and bent her over the arm. She pushed against the cushions, still fighting me, and I forced her hands to her back, wrists caught in my much larger fist.
Breathing hard, she twisted her head and stared at me through her curls. “I like it when it hurts.”
Bull, meet red flag.
I blasted the paddle across her ass, much harder than I’d planned until she’d thrown down the gauntlet. Her mouth opened wide, dispensing a soundless scream. Before she recovered, I whacked her again, right on top of the little round welts forming on her skin, courtesy of the holes in Jax’s wedding gift.
