Mr. Bossy Devil - Lindsey Hart Page 0,47
style. As in, they might detach from my body and walk away if he didn’t keep them locked with his.
I kiss him back like I can’t get enough of him.
He lifts my hips and slides a hand up my thigh. I claw at his hand, frantically. Together, we get my panties off. They end up flung somewhere, although god knows where. I have brief visions of someone doing housekeeping in here and finding them after we leave because we can’t.
We both tug at Raiden’s shorts and boxers, and somehow, that comes free too. I’m not sure exactly how because he’s kissing me too frantically, and I’m just as frantic, whereas my brain isn’t functioning the way it should be. Once there isn’t any barrier between us except my dress, Raiden’s sure, strong, and warm hands push it up my hips, and then it’s just skin. Just our skin together. Together at last.
I wrap my legs around his waist. Good god, even with my thighs and calves, I can feel all the muscle running along his sides, and his ass feels like a granite boulder. Who needs an ass that hard? I mean, come on, that’s hardly fair.
Then, his Mr. Pokey Stick brushes my entrance, and I freeze. Holy. Holy. Actual. Shit. I’ve felt the bulge in Raiden’s shorts before when I was at his house, and I pretty much leaped onto his lap, but good lord. Whatever he’s currently packing feels much, much bigger. How could his clothing do such a good job of containing that? Raiden isn’t human. Raiden is a beast.
I gasp and arch my hips though I’m not sure what I’m trying to do—get away from it or get it into me. I’m a little afraid, and my lady cave is a tad scared too. Even if she’s wild with delight as well, nothing that big has ever been inside her. She’s afraid she’ll be a little bit wrecked, in a very pleasant way. And also in a not so pleasant way.
Raiden drops his head and claims my nipple again, sucking through the fabric of my dress and bra. His teeth do wonderful things to the straining bud while his cockhead rubs up against the bud between my legs, and holy flying pigs. I think I underestimated the ways in which I’ll be ruined. In response, I arch wildly against him. Suddenly, my lady cave doesn’t care that she might be wrecked. Whatever. What’s a little ruination? I can worry about that later. I just need him now. Right. Now.
“More! Yes, Raiden. Now. Please.”
His teeth scrape over my nipple again while his cock slides—literally, because I’m soaking wet—lower, back to my entrance. I lift my hips, and he pushes in a little. The connection nearly sends me jumping out of my own skin, and I swear a spasm shoots through me, flowing from head to toe. There’s nothing about just the tip with his just the tip if you know what I mean.
“You okay?” Raiden asks right near my ear.
I start a little because how and when the heck did his face go from my nipple up to my ear? I swear, I must have blacked out and gone to another dimension there.
“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, I’m good.”
“Just good? That’s hardly acceptable. We’ll have to change that if you’re sure.”
I grab Raiden’s ass cheeks and dig my fingers into the rock-hard surface, which are literally like rocks because I can barely get more than an indent going. Now I’m pretty much twisted into a human pretzel around him as my legs are still there too.
Slowly, he flexes his hips, and his massive cock slides in another inch. Honestly, yes, it’s amazing, but it’s amazing for a whole set of other reasons. This is the first time I’ve ever felt truly connected to another person. Truly, just…I don’t even know how to explain it. This isn’t just sex. This is Raiden, and I care about him. I cared about him before, and I don’t think it ever went away.
Raiden pauses and waits, waiting for my signal. I wriggle my hips a little, taking him deeper, and he pushes back, flexing as I strain and writhe against him. Somehow, he fits, and he hasn’t even wrecked my lady cave. No, that’s not the part he’s wrecked at all. I think he’s ruined something else in a completely different location. In my chest, to be exact.
I now realize I’ve never wanted to give myself to another person like this. When