Page 80 of Sin Like the Devil

One hand splayed across my pelvis, his hand dips between my legs to reach for my pussy. I arch my back, sighing against his lips when he finds my sensitive bundle of nerves. His thumb bears down on my clit in small, teasing circles.

I move my hips in time to his rotations. Each flick of his thumb is a tiny firework display deep inside my core, setting alight nerves that beg for more. Reaching for his wrist, I take control, encouraging him to ease a finger inside me.

“So impatient,” he mumbles.

“Yes.”

With his finger sliding inside me, that impatience only grows. All of the anger and infuriation that prevented me from being able to paint earlier comes rushing back. I’m so sick of feeling like I’m losing control.

I reach beneath my careful perch on his lap to find his waistband. His jeans button pops open, allowing me to push the flaps of fabric down and expose his tight, black boxer shorts. His stomach is hard and flat, marked by a hint of abs.

Curling his finger, Raine smiles at the needy moan I release. My urgency to feel him around me causes me to fumble with his boxers, desperate to release the steel sheath trapped inside. He lifts his ass high so I can nudge them down low enough.

Finally, his long, hard cock is revealed. It’s generous in my hand, studded with thick veins that beg to be licked. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, I work it over, familiarising myself with his proportions.

“Fuck, Rip,” Raine hisses.

“Be quiet.”

He fights back a grin. “You’ve got it, boss.”

I’m soaked just imagining his long length pressing inside me. I want to feel every inch with nothing between us. Thank God for contraceptive implants.

Raine slides a second digit into my slit as I spread the bead of pre-come over his cock’s velvet head. Our surroundings don’t hold me back. We’re alone here with no cameras, guards or prying eyes. Nothing but the lost. The broken. The abandoned. We fit right in.

Placing a steadying hand on Raine’s shoulder, I can’t wait any longer. I clasp his wrist to ease his fingers from between my legs then position his cock at my entrance.

Every muscle is shaking in anticipation of the sweet, euphoric relief I’m chasing. Fortunately, Raine doesn’t offer a single complaint at my dominance.

Pinned beneath me, he lets me hold him in place as I slowly, torturously sink down on his length. We both groan at the same time, the feeling of being joined washing over us.

I wouldn’t normally have the presence of mind to care in these situations, but knowing he can’t even see me as we share this moment, I feel a burst of fear.

“This okay?” I check.

“Fuck yes, beautiful girl.” His throat rumbles with a growl. “You feel incredible wrapped around me.”

Vindicated, I lift my hips and rise on his lap. The next downward thrust takes him deep into my cunt, my pleasure increasing with each steely inch. Raine returns his hands to my hips, tracking each move as I rise and fall at a successive pace.

Riding him feels so good. Knowing that he’s surrendering himself to me, giving me the gift of his control and pleasure, intensifies the hunger already consuming me. The trust is staggering. More than any meaningless hook-up.

Hand slotting beneath my t-shirt, he cruises a path over my stomach and to my bra line. Raine tugs the cup aside to free my breast, his fingers finding my nipple and gently rolling it. The brief pinch sends electricity sparking up my spinal cord.

“You feel alive now?” I laugh breathlessly.

Raine squeezes my breast playfully. “Do you?”

A sudden upward thrust of his hips causes him to surge into me at a deep angle. I mewl loudly, gripping his shoulders so tight, I’m sure he’ll have fingertip-sized bruises tomorrow.

“God, yes,” I admit.

“That feeling right there is what I’m chasing.”

And I get it. Lord, do I get it. This place is designed to strip you down, remove your free will and leave you with nothing but rules and regimen. It’s where souls are sent to die. But this right here is fucking nirvana.

He begins to move in time with me, surging upwards to seek out that aching spot. Each time he nudges it, my vision fuzzes over, unable to withstand the relentless waves of pleasure he’s battering into me.

A morbid part of me wonders how intense this must feel to him with all his remaining senses dialled to ten. Each stroke must be overwhelming. Fuzz-covered jaw clenched, I can see that he’s fighting to hold on.

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