Page 105 of Unraveling Rain
He smirks. “Yeah, I’m not a billionaire like Gio, but I live a good life.”
His fingers brush under my chin, gently tilting my head as he trails wet kisses down my neck.
“Xander,” I breathe, barely audible.
“Yes, Cherry?” His hands slide down my back to my ass, pressing me against his very big, very hard dick.
I moan, and he chuckles. “Not so eager to talk anymore, huh?”
His tongue darts out, and I capture it with my lips, pulling him into a deep kiss.
He jerks up in response, all heat and urgency. I don’t care if the driver can hear us—this man takes me from zero to sixty with just a touch.
“Is it okay if I do this?” he asks, placing a hand on my shoulder and slowly tugging my shirt down. He doesn’t remove it completely—just enough to free my breasts and bra.
His hands are on me instantly, and he passes his tongue over his lips like he’s starving.
“Fuck, I missed them last night,” he groans before taking a nipple between his teeth and pulling gently.
The mix of pain and pleasure Xander can inflict on me is something I don’t think I’ll ever tire of.
He moves between both breasts, like he’s been starving for days and I’m his first meal. He licks, sucks, bites with just the right amount of pressure. It’s intoxicating.
My need builds fast. I slip a hand into his jeans, cupping him over his boxers.
His breath hitches, but he doesn’t stop. When I wrap my fingers around his thick length, I find the tip already leaking.
My mouth waters at the thought of having him come inside my mouth. It’s such a powerful experience to have such a strong and incredible man at my mercy.
Still tasting me, he shifts, spreading his legs to give me more room to play.
I want him. All of him.
Just as I begin to lower my mouth, he growls, “Nuh-uh. You have to stop if you want me to finish what I started.”
“But I want to suck Gigantor,” I whisper, pouting.
“Fuck,” he mutters, running his hand over his face. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say no to you, Rain MacAllister.”
I grin and slide off his lap. I make quick work of his jeans and boxers. His cock springs free, thick and dripping, and I take him into my mouth without hesitation.
His hand finds my hair, not to stroke, but to hold, tight and firm.
I glance up at him through my lashes. His eyes are dark, glassy, filled with a hunger that borders on desperation.
When I take him fully into my mouth, he pushes my head gently, encouraging me to go deeper. He usually lets me set the pace, but not this time. And I don’t mind at all.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough as he releases his grip.
I nod without pulling away.
I suck him slowly at first, then faster, teasing his tip with my tongue, loving the way his thighs tense and his fingers tighten in my hair.
I want to make him come. I need to.
One hand moves to his balls, massaging gently as I increase my speed.
Xander releases a long moan. “Rain—fuck—”
