Page 36 of Wild Rush Of Love
There was no way he could do the right thing. He couldn’t walk away from Reena now if his life depended on it.
God help him, he was going to corrupt this woman to within an inch of her life. But first he had to get control. She tempted him like no other and he couldn’t think about anything except stripping her bare and following through on everything he’d told her.
They—he—needed a distraction until he could get his head together. He couldn’t just go at her. She deserved better than him rutting on her like an animal. She deserved to be seduced, for her first time to be memorable, something she wouldn’t regret. He’d hate himself if that happened.
That was why he’d been holding back since he’d arrived yesterday.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Christ, thelastthing he wanted was to hurt her, but she’d never taken a cock, and while he wasn’t hung like a horse, he was larger than average. He’d have to be sure she was ready. Get her nice and wet, stretch her out with his fingers before—
“I doubt it will hurt.”
He barked a laugh. “Of course it will, but we can minimize it.” They’d work up to it. He’d get her off with his hands and mouth a few times before he put his cock anywhere near her.
“It doesn’t hurt when I use my vibrator.”
For a second, everything went blank. White. No sight, no sound, no thought.
Then Reena’s words exploded in his head like the boom of a thunderclap. “Vibrator?” His voice shuddered like he’d had one switched on high shoved up his ass.
“Yes. I bought one to try. I know it’ll be different with a real penis, but I had no trouble taking it all and you don’t seem much bigger. I made sure I got a decent-sized one. And I’ve used it lots of times without any pain.”
A strangled sound rattled in his throat.Fuck. His balls had tucked up so far, he was choking on them.
“Are you okay?” Her forehead furrowed with concern.
“Where is it?” he growled between clenched teeth.
“Huh?”
“Your vibrator.” Christ. He was on fire. Images of Reena fucking herself, pushing some plastic dick up her…Fuck!“Where. Is. It?”
She pointed over her shoulder. “In my bedroom.”
He grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall. They reached her room and he struggled to breathe. Jesus fucking Christ, he was about to blow his load and they hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing. “Strip. Now,” he ordered as he charged over and yanked open a bedside drawer.
“Ah, it’s, um, on the other side…”
Rush glanced over his shoulder, found Reena standing just inside the room, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her fingers fiddling with the hem of her aquarium t-shirt. “Naked. Get naked,” he demanded.
He wrenched his own shirt off, tossed it aside, then dove across the bed. Pulling open the top drawer, he spotted his prize and grabbed it. “Ah-ha.” He waved the fake cock in the air.
Reena giggled.
“What are you laughing at?” He stalked around the bed. “You’re not naked…” He tossed the vibrator on the bed and lunged for her.
With a squeal, she dodged him, but he was faster. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her against him, his chest plastered to her back, his cock pressed to the curve of her ass, and sank his teeth into the side of her neck. Licked at the abused spot with his tongue.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured against her skin, smiling when she shivered and goose bumps broke out beneath his lips.
She moaned, rocked her hips, and pressed her lush ass against his throbbing cock. “N-nowhere.”
“Good.” He kissed below her ear with an open mouth, teasing her silky skin with his tongue, before whispering, “Because we’re going to pop that cherry now.”
Chapter Nineteen
Reena’s senseswere on overload, bombarded from every direction.
So many different emotions crashed together—excitement, fear, desperation, relief, pleasure, arousal.
