Page 127 of Monsters Wear Crowns
My heart pounded. I was. After a quick glance around, I traced my fingers along his belt, dipping them underneath to tease at his underwear line. He shifted, tightening his grip on my thigh.
“The movie is almost over…” I whispered, slowly unzipping his jeans. The feel of his bulge in a public place made my heart race. His hand slid higher, and I choked down a squeak.
He chuckled, pushing a finger inside me, my achingly drenched pussy desperately clenching around him. “Shh,” he grinned.
I giggled quietly, fisting his cock and stroking. He bit his lip and adjusted his hips. “Shh,” I mocked.
“Fuck you,” he laughed quietly, careful not to draw attention. So we teased each other mercilessly, dragging one another close to the edge and stopping. The surround sound boomed over every quiet breath and muffled whimper I made.
“I’m texting Kieran to come get us,” he whispered.
“Why?” I asked, pausing my stroking.
He gritted his teeth. “Because I need somewhere to fuck you.”
The second the limo doors shut, Rafe’s restraintsnapped.I barely had time to register the dark hunger in his eyes before he had mein his lap, his hands gripping my waist. I glanced up, noting that Kieran had closed the divide.Thank god.
“You,” he growled, pressing his lips to my jaw, my throat, “are such a good fucking tease.”
I laughed breathlessly. “And youadoreme.”
His grip tightened. “More than you realize.”
That stole the air from my lungs. But before I could think too much about it, his lips were on mine so deeply that it left me dizzy. The city blurred outside the tinted windows as the limo pulled into the night. His hands slid up my thighs, shoving my dress higher so it bunched around my hips and revealed my red thong.
I smirked against his lips. “Someone’sdesperate.”
He let out a breathy laugh, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he kissed me again,harder. I was so lost in the taste of him and the wine that I almost didn’t hear him unbuckle his pants. And within the next moment, he pulled my panties to the side and drove up into me. I yelped against his lips, my body immediately accommodating his size.
“Ugh,fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he rasped against my throat before pulling the neckline of my dress down. His mouth found my nipples, teasing and biting, while his hands cupped my ass.
My head kicked back, savoring the burn of his cock, stretching me as I rode him and the rough touch of his hands on my body. I could feel his muscles shifting, coiling. He wanted to ravage me, but I was the one controlling the speed.
“Use me to make yourself come, baby,” he murmured, snatching my chin and capturing me in another passionate kiss. “Ride me.”
So I did. I started by lifting and lowering myself with achingly slow strokes, grinding my clit against him. After a few minutes, a wild heat bloomed, urging me to increase my speed. My thighs squeezed around him with every turn the limo took.
“There you go,” he ground out between kissing my neck, one hand cupping my breast. I picked up my pace, his eyes drinking me in. “There you go, sweet girl. You look so beautiful riding my cock.”
That did it. I shamelessly cried out in an explosive orgasm, my body trembling and clenching around him. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if Kieran could hear us. I didn’t care, I justwondered.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he gave me a satisfied grin, feeling the gush of wetness from my release. “Good girl.” He gripped my waist, lifting and bringing me down on him like I was a doll.
“Use me to make yourself come, baby,” I repeated his earlier words. “Fuck me.”
His eyes rolled back–a fucking glorious sight–and then he kissed me, biting into my neck between brutal, possessive thrusts. My mind spun, reeling at how effortlessly he handled me. How ruthlessly he used me.
“Show me I’m yours, Rafe,” I moaned, my nails clawing into his shoulders. The only thing saving his skin was the thin layer of his shirt, already damp with sweat.
The sound of his breathy grunts, the relentless force of his cock–it made me lightheaded. Drunk on him.
“Please,” I whispered against his throat, kissing the sweat-slick skin. “Please, Rafe.”
I knew what that did to him. I knew he needed to hear it.
“Goddammit, Dela,” he snarled, slamming into me so hard I swore the stars went white. His hands gripped my ass, holding me still as he came inside me. My eyes rolled back when I felt him pulse. “You’re such a good girl when you take it.Fuck.”
He kissed me like he wanted to drown us both in it–his mouth wild, consuming. And somewhere between his tongue and the aftershocks still rolling through me, I realized the limo had stopped.
