Dragon's Fake Wedding Date - Riley Storm Page 0,27

his face and kissing him harder.

Fingers snapped free the clasp of her bra with practiced ease and she shrugged out of it. Rann grabbed both of her breasts and buried his face in them, kissing fervently. His tongue flicked out and around a nipple and she gasped.

“Those are sensitive,” she hissed, but Rann only repeated the action on the other one.

He sat forward abruptly, hands gripping deep into her back to ensure she didn’t fall off, while his mouth suckled her nipples gently. Gayle’s head fell back as she moaned, grabbing at his head, her hair, his back, anywhere she could find purchase as her body shivered and shook in tiny motions every time he did something different.

Gayle let herself fall into it. He could have her. Whatever he wanted, she was his for the taking already, and Rann knew it. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been touched or treated like this. Certainly never by anyone who looked the way Rann did. The perfection of his body was just the wonderful icing on the proverbial cake of the way he was pleasuring her.

And my pants are still on.

She frowned, realizing that all of his clothes were still on.

“Hey,” she said, pushing him away from her chest with reluctance. “Time for you to take some clothes off too, mister.”

She tugged his shirt over his head.

“Oh damn,” she whispered, running her splayed hands across the firm chest, letting one drag across his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abdominals as she went.

Rann grinned and then he flexed, pushing the muscles into even starker contrast with the rest of him.

“Shit,” she muttered, biting her lip hard enough she felt the pain. “That’s hot.”

At that point, Rann decided he’d had enough of her in control. In several sharp motions he picked her up, simply ripped the rest of her clothes from her body in a dizzying display of strength and masculinity, and then pushed her down onto the couch so he could bury his face between her legs.

When his tongue flicked out and over her for the first time, Gayle lost her mind. It had been years since anyone had done this to her, and she was bucking and heaving in less than a minute.

“Oh my god,” she gasped as her first climax faded, a short, sharp burst of pleasure that seemed to only set the tone for what was to come.

After that, Rann settled down into a slower, smoother rhythm, and spent the next few minutes building her back up. His arms were wrapped firmly around her thighs, holding her legs open. Though she struggled, it felt like she was in restraints, because his arms never moved.

This is fun, she decided, enjoying the immobility his strength produced. She’d never thought of herself as the type to enjoying being tied up, but with the way Rann was manhandling her…

Her train of thought was distracted as Rann gently sucked on her core. She shuddered, and he began to increase his speed. The foundation of his work had been laid, and now she reaped the benefits. Her body was his playground. At one point he released a leg, sliding his hand around.

“Oh fuck,” she cried out as a finger pushed inside of her, almost immediately curling up and against her in just the right away. “Oh shit, Rann. Don’t stop!”

He didn’t.

Gayle cried out as she came again on the couch, her body bucking and writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy thanks to Rann’s touch. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

Yet still she wanted more.

Her hands pushed his face away from her, and she fumbled with his belt and pants. Eventually, his hands came to help, doing the job for her. He stripped out of his pants, but before he got completely naked, he picked her up off the couch, like she was nothing but a cushion, and brought her to his chest.

“Bedroom?” he rumbled.

She pointed wordlessly, shivering at the way he was manhandling her with such ease.

He brought her into the bedroom—her house was a single-story bungalow—and lay her down onto it, only the light spilling in from the hallway to illuminate what was happening.

“Gently now,” she reminded him as his boxers came free at last, revealing a huge, hard cock to her eager—yet undeniably nervous—eyes.

There was a lot about Rann that Gayle had never experienced before, and that included his size. He was easily the biggest she’d ever had, and as he pushed the tip against her opening, she feared it might be too much.

Yet