Page 71 of Ravage

"Couldn't stay away, huh?"

He laughs. "Clearly not. I was getting antsy at home so figured I'd wait for you here."

I hit the button on my keys to open the automatic garage door, and he follows me down the driveway, parking in the second car space for my apartment.

Once I kill the engine, I jump out of the car and straight into his arms, wrapping my legs around him.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," I say, kissing my way down his neck and grinding myself against him.

He groans, squeezing my arse with both hands. "I think I have a pretty good idea. You're already wet."

"Yes. Yes, I am. And I need you inside me immediately, so we better get upstairs before I strip you naked right here and ride that beautiful cock of yours."

He presses his face into my neck, breathing in deeply. "What a beautiful image to plant in my mind. Better not run into any of your neighbours in the lift, because there's no way I'm going to be able to hide the massive erection I have right now."

I slide down his body and let my feet hit the floor. "Don't worry, baby. I'll stand in front of you."

He grins and reaches back into his car, pulling out an overnight bag and a paper shopping bag.

"What's in the bag?"

He wiggles his eyebrows. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

I pout. "Yes, hence why I asked."

"All in good time, little miss impatient. Now, get your arse upstairs so I can fuck it, hard."

He doesn't need to tell me twice. Dragging my suitcase behind me, I lead the way to the elevator, which is, thankfully, empty. I lean into him as the elevator makes its way up towards my floor, running my hand over the bulge in his jeans as he presses his lips to mine.

"Fuck woman, you're insatiable," he murmurs against my mouth.

"And you fucking love it," I whisper back.

He presses me back against the wall, and I continue to palm his cock as he kisses me hungrily.

Just as I'm about to undo his fly, the elevator arrives on my floor, and he steps back reluctantly.

We cross the hall, and he smacks my arse as I unlock the door. "Hurry up, woman."

I flick him a coy smile over my shoulder as I push the door open, and he follows me inside.

The second the door closes behind him, he grabs me and pushes me against the door, grabbing my wrists and pinning my hands above my head.

"No touching for you," he murmurs against my neck before sucking on the sensitive skin below my ear. "If you keep touching my cock, I'm going to come in seconds, and I want this to last after going a whole week without feeling you grip it tight in that delicious pussy of yours."

He reaches up my skirt and finds my clit, rubbing it through my underwear as he continues to suck on my neck. I moan as my eyes roll back in my head.

"Fuck, I've missed those moans." He pulls back to watch my face as he continues to work my clit.

"Please don't edge me this time," I beg him. "I fucking need to come right now."

He grins. "I'm not that cruel, Imogen. No edging the first time when we've gone this long without each other. But I do have something for you. So, I need you to come." He moves his hand faster, applying just the right amount of pressure to my aching clit as my orgasm builds fast.

I cry out, but he captures the sound with his mouth, kissing me hungrily as he works to bring me over the edge. I shatter apart, relief rushing through me that he is a man of his word.

"Fucking beautiful," he whispers, pressing kisses along my jaw line as I shudder, the waves of pleasure still rolling through me as he continues to run his finger over my clit.

Once I've come back down, he releases his hold on my wrists and pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck. His hard cock presses into my abdomen, but he doesn't seem in any hurry to do anything about it.

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