Page 85 of Between Fear and Favor

I released my shadows, and he found my ass immediately. Squeezing it, he tugged me closer, as I continued to slide my hand up and down over his raging erection. As saliva dripped from my mouth down the sides of his cock, my hand moved easier over his silky skin. The weight of him, the sturdy tension as I moved his cock, made me grow more aroused by the minute.

And when he pulled my body even closer, resting my elbow on his stomach as I continued to suck and rub and lave and twist, a cry escaped me.

His fingertips parted my sensitive center, gathering the wetness that had accrued, before he slowly plunged his fingers into me. He dragged them free, circling my clit with a languid touch, before plunging them into me once more. I groaned around his cock and began to tremble. In a steady rhythm, he repeated the motion as my hips twitched to meet his movements.

His hand stalled as I pressed his cock deeper, allowing it to hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Em,” he said, and then he twisted his body. Wrapping two strong hands around my thighs, he forcefully pulled me atop him. I planted my hands on either side of his legs as I released him from my mouth.

“What are you doing?” I gasped. My breasts pressed against his lower belly, and my legs were splayed across his chest.

“Feasting,” he replied, before dragging me backward by the hips.

When his tongue slid up the center of me, my body bowed. Moaning, my back arched, and his fingertips dug into my flesh. He held me close and didn’t allow me to remove any of my weight from him. He tugged my clit into his mouth, creating a delicious suction. My hips bucked, and I held no shame as I tipped my pelvis forward, grinding on him. His beard was a rough but welcome friction I hadn’t expected.

Everything felt far too good, far too fast. I needed to slow him down.

As he continued to bring me toward that hurtling finish, I took his cock into my mouth once more. With zeal, I used my hand at the base while I brought his tip to the back of my throat again and again. He grunted against my flesh each time. We were a writhing mass with an inconsistent tempo, each of us receiving pleasure while focusing on giving it.

It almost felt like a challenge. Which one of us would break first? Who would meet that delicious end, merely a servant to our desires?

I didn’t like my odds.

As he filled me with his fingers, arm tucked beneath my thigh, and he sucked on my clit with frenzy, I wasn’t sure I could last much longer. What I truly yearned for was the thick cock in my mouth to take the place of his fingers. I wanted to take him in my body, filling me like I’d imagined all along.

“Want you inside me,” I panted around his cock, and his reaction was instant. Pushing me forward, grabbing my ass and sliding me down his chest, it was clear he wanted the same.

“Sit on it,” he commanded, words both simple and filthy.

“The tonic,” I moaned, sitting up. I straddled his stomach, looking down at what I so desperately desired.

“Found some at the estate. Ride me, Em.” He squeezed the globes of my ass—hard.

“You went to the estate to look for tonic?” I asked, incredulous, reaching down and sliding a loose fist over his cock.

“No, I went to the estate for—” He sighed at my touch as I gently circled the head of his cock. And then he smacked my ass, hard enough I was sure it left a red mark. I shrieked in surprise, looking over my shoulder to glare at him—even if I delighted in it. “I went there for something else. Doesn’t matter. I took it, and now you’re going to bounce this perfect, fat ass on me.” He held a cheek in each hand and pushed me forward once more. “Aren’t you, Em? Unless you need me to hold you down and rut you like some sort of?—”

He groaned as I lifted up, swiping the tip of him through my wetness, eager to both take him and silence him.

As I lowered myself onto his length, I found immense pleasure in each agonizing second. Drawing it out, I took him slowly. The position wasn’t quite what I was used to, and I had to tilt my hips to make it work, but I’d missed the feel of him. Fully seated, I shifted, grinding and rolling my hips.

Little pants of breath escaped Rain with each movement. His callused hands grazed over me. My waist, my lower back, my hips, my ass. He caressed and grabbed and squeezed as I moved, his breathing punctuated by soft grunts.

Leaning forward, I put my hands on his knees and began to move. I was conscious of the angle, lifting myself carefully and nearly allowing his cock to slip free. And then I lowered, with excruciating slowness. He hissed, hands on my ass. As I repeated the motion, he spread me, needy for a clearer view. His touch bruised, and I wanted it all the more. We had survived the unthinkable. We’d broken the siege. We had each other and we had this and I never wanted to stop.

“Fucking hell, Em. Do you have any idea how arousing this looks? Seeing this pretty cunt grip me as you slide down my cock? This is gods damn mesmerizing.” A hint of a laugh. “I can’t last for long like this.”

“You savor how well I take you, don’t you, my love?” The sound which came from his chest was pure carnal desire as I taunted him with wicked words. “Like this pretty cunt was made just for you.”

He bucked into me erratically. Hands on my hips, he raised his own from the bed and slammed into me with precise and punishing thrusts. I moaned, tipping my head back. The morning sunlight spilled over the stone ceiling, and I closed my eyes. The ends of my hair grazed Rain’s stomach, and he grabbed it at the base of my neck. But as I reached toward my clit, he dropped the gathered strands and pulled my arms behind my back instead.

“Just another second like this, and then I’ll give you what you need,” he said, and I couldn’t say anything, only moaning, as he continued to drive up into me, feeling far too big and far too perfect as my body bounced on his. A few more thrusts, and he grunted, gently easing me from his body.

“In front of the dresser,” he said, sitting up and sliding us toward the edge of the bed. He bent down to whisper in my ear. “I want you to see how debauched you are with my cock thrusting into you.”

He crowded me, pressing kisses to my shoulder as he eased me to stand. Leading me across the cold floor, the large rug doing little to warm it, his hands traced my hips and grabbed my breasts. I wasn’t sure I was eager to view myself in the enormous mirror as he said, anticipating to hate my reflection for a multitude of reasons. But when I looked into my own eyes, my breath caught. I was every bit as ruined as he alluded to. My hair was tangled from the bath, frizzy because it had been left to dry like this. My cheeks had grown red, and the flush had spread to my chest. My eyes were glazed by lust. I was positively shameful. Rain wasn’t untouched by our fervent lovemaking either, a fine sheen of sweat coating his brow, and a little beast inside me purred in delight. He dipped, tugging my hair off my shoulder and pressing a harsh kiss to my tattooed skin.

He lifted my leg, gently placing my knee on the furniture. With his hands on my waist, he bent forward to whisper in my ear, “Watch your face go slack as I fill you, dear heart. The way you bite your lip to keep from moaning my name.”

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