Page 65 of Rake

“No,” I say. “Don’t apologize. I’m saying I didn’t want that for you. It’s not what happened. I promise.”

I wish I could say I’d been as kind to some of the other women I’d slept with, but I hadn’t. And many of them hadn’t been kind to me. I’d had a lot of transactional sex, and I didn’t want that anymore.

“Was it okay?” she asks, her cheeks flushing.

My stomach tightens.

“It was incredible. I’m not just saying that.”

Was it incredible because it meant something, or because of how beautiful this woman in front of me is? It’s probably a combination.

I lean down and kiss her. The tip of her nose is cold. I pull her closer.

“Do you think maybe we could go back to your place?”

I’m taken aback by the offer. Hell yes we can.

“Are you sure?” I ask. I don’t want to think with just my dick here, though I very much want this woman in my bed, this time with me in it too.

She nods, that shy smile gracing her lips. “I’m sure.”

I take her home, and we’re barely through the door before she’s tugging at the zipper on my pants. I pull off her shirt, desperate to have her gorgeous breasts in my hands again. I’m stronger than her by far, so while I have her clothes off in seconds, she’s still struggling with my belt.

“Goddamnit,” she hisses, yanking at the stubborn buckle.

It’s so fucking hot. I should take her to my bedroom, but I want to have her in my office this time. Want to make some incredible memories. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I get her where I want her and help her strip off the rest of my clothes. She pushes me back into an armchair and the hunger in her eyes makes me rock-hard. I like that she’s not afraid to do what feels good this time.

I pull her on my lap, that curvy ass of hers up against my cock. I slide one hand up over her breasts, stroking and pulling her nipples, while the other dips into her wet, hot pussy. When I touch her clit, she makes one of those incredible noises that I love so fucking much. She arches against me, leaning back on my chest, giving me greater access to her pussy.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I take a handful of her thick hair and tug it so she pushes even harder against my cock. “Fuck, Sasha. I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

She rocks her hips, and my cock strains against the building pressure. I massage her clit slowly, thoroughly enjoying how her cries increase in frequency even as I maintain a slow, steady pressure. I’m doing the same with her nipples, which rise to pebbled peaks under my fingers.

“More,” she moans. “Finn, I need more.”

I ignore her cries and keep teasing her. Frustrated, she spins around and faces me before giving me a wicked smile and sliding off my lap. I barely have time to react before those full lips of hers wrap around my cock.

Fuck. She looks up at me as she licks my shaft. Groaning, she attempts to take me all the way in her pretty mouth, but I’m too big, so instead she wraps one of her hands around me, stroking me in gentle circles. She’s all wide-eyed innocence as she sucks me, trying to determine if she’s doing it right.

Jesus Christ, she’s doing it right. So right that if I don’t stop her, I’m not going to be able to bury my cock inside her like I want. I let her suck me for a few moments longer, until I’m close to the edge, and then I gently pull her off of me. The audible pop of her lips leaving me is a sound I’ll hear in my filthiest dreams.

“Condom,” I murmur, slipping my fingers back into her tight channel. She gasps against my hand. “Top drawer of my desk.”

I’m too hard to stand. I finger her until she’s just as overtaken by lust as I am. I pull my hand away and lick my fingers, nodding at my desk. She sashays over to it, and I watch her ass, thinking about how fun it’ll be to take her virginity in other ways, but not now. She comes back with the condom and I have her slide it on my cock. She fists me at the base, and it feels so good I nearly come right then and there, but for Sasha I’ll hold out.

She looks at me coyly, and then straddles my hips. I show her how to position myself at her entrance, and she sinks slowly onto my length until I’m gloved fully in her tight body.

She moans, arching her back with her tits pushed in my face. The motion pushes my cock against her clit, and she gasps. It’s hell, but I let her explore her pleasure slowly, moving in different ways until she finds something she really likes, rocking her hips up and back slowly. She’s making obscene noises, and I scrub my tongue hard against her nipples, first one, then the other.

“Oh my God,” she moans. “You’re so big. So big and thick.”

I’m done with taking things slow.

I grab her hips and move her up and down my shaft, harder and faster, her tits bouncing in my face, her head back, her mouth open, her hands grabbing at my shoulders for purchase. I still push up against her clit, repeating the motion she liked so much, just at a faster, harder pace. My name crosses her mouth over and over again, and I lean forward and suck a nipple into my mouth. I have to taste her. The new stimulation makes her jerk against me, and it’s incredible. I need her to come, now, or I’m not going to last. I bite her nipple gently, and then work it with my lips and tongue while continuing to slam her hips hard on mine, shoving deeper into her incredible pussy.

I keep up the pace, and she’s so close. I slide one hand off her waist and push it hard against her clit. She yelps, and I do it again, and then a third time. She’s whimpering, holding my shoulders, still meeting my every thrust, her eyes clenched shut.

“Feels so good,” she groans. “God, so good.”

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