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“I don’t think that’s possible.” I look up at his handsome face, his eyes hooded, gleaming with the promise of a challenge.
“Oh, it is.” He drips the vodka over my clit, one freezing drop after another and my panting turns to moaning as my nerves try to decide whether the burning sensation spreading through my lower half is pleasure or pain.
“Don’t move.”
He strips off his clothes, then removes the gun and holster strapped to his leg and places them on the kitchen counter.
“Did I ever tell you I think it’s hot that you carry a gun?”
Ray frowns. “Guns aren’t hot. They are dangerous weapons. Not to be taken lightly.”
“Hot,” I whisper.
He laughs and drizzles vodka over my folds. “Well then, let’s cool you off.”
While I wiggle and squirm on the table, Ray disappears behind me, returning moments later, sheathed and fully erect, a tantalizing treat just out of reach.
“One last lick.” He bends down and licks his way along my slit, lapping up the vodka until he gets to my piercing. “This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He waggles the little barbell with his tongue, and I groan and tug on the rope.
“But I like this better.” He draws my clit into his mouth, sending me into sensory overload. Cold. Hot. Wet. Warm. Sucking. Nipping. I hold on to the rope for dear life as tension coils deep in my belly.
With one last lick, Ray backs away and places his hands on my knees, spreading me wide. “Open for me, sweetheart. Show me how wet you are, how much you want me.”
Straining, I part my legs as far as they will go, clenching my belly at the feeling of being so totally exposed.
“Fucking beautiful.” He rubs his cock against my cleft. “Love seeing you restrained and open for me.”
“I’m not restrained. I’m just holding on.” But when I look up, my hands are impossibly tangled in the rope. My breath catches in my throat. He left all that slack for a reason. But before I can panic, Ray thrusts, pushing deep inside me.
“You’ve restrained yourself, beautiful girl. You’re in control.”
But I don’t have time to dwell. Ray glides his hands down my body, tweaking my nipples, then sweeping his palms in and out of my curves and over my abdomen. With a low groan, he cups my ass with his two hands and yanks me against him. “I’m gonna take you every way. Everything you ever imagined or secretly desired, I’m gonna give you. And then I’ll do things you never imagined. I’m gonna be everywhere inside you, so deep you won’t know where I end and you begin.”
“Soon?” I rock my hips against him and he growls.
“Now.”
And then he thrusts so fast and hard, my back arches and my head hits the table. If I weren’t so wet, so needy, so utterly consumed by the desperate need to come, I might have been frightened by his intensity, the rough movements that border on pain. But fear beats a hasty retreat before the rush of desire pumping through my veins and the sheer and utter thrill of being taken by the Predator.
“Tell me what you want.” He drags me down until my backside is partly off the table and then he brushes my clit with his fingers.
“I want you to take me,” I say, panting. “Fuck and don’t hold back.”
The sound that erupts from his throat is part groan, part growl and all approval. Then he drives deep as he curls one arm around my right thigh, and lifts my leg, spreading me so wide that his every thrust slams against my piercing, sending pulse after pulse of pleasure through my clit.
“Ray…” I want to ask him if he needs me to let go and hurt him, but desire steals my breath away and I want to know—does he really need it?
Faster. Harder. He drives me to my peak with dizzying speed until the pulses in my clit become one long burn and I am gone. Shattered. Screaming Ray’s name as I climax around his throbbing cock.
Vaguely I am aware Ray has withdrawn and instead of the delicious hardness of his cock filling me, he has curled two fingers inside my sex and is stroking them against my G-spot.
“Again, beautiful girl.”
“No. I can’t.” I writhe, trying to escape the incessant press of his fingers as a different pressure builds inside me, low in my womb, deep, uncontrollable.
“Shhhh. Don’t fight it.” With his free hand, he spreads my moisture up and around my clit. The dual sensations, coming so fast after my climax and before I have fully come down, make my body tingle. The pressure builds until I’m shaking, grateful for the solid table beneath me.
“I love to watch you come,” he whispers. His muscles ripple as he moves, abs tightening as he leans close. But it is the intensity on his face as he glides his fingers inside me, the softness in his eyes as he smooths his hand over my skin, and the powerful thrust of his hips as he leans close and rubs his cock over my throbbing nub that send me over the edge. Again.
Moisture gushes from my sex, trickling down my cleft, and my lower body convulses in a slow rolling, powerful orgasm, different from anything I’ve experienced before. I am swept away in a rush of pure sensation so exquisite I don’t want to move.
“Tempted to keep working your G-spot,” Ray says, his voice a soft growl. “But I don’t think I can last with you so wet.”
“Now your turn.”
“Now bed.” He untangles the ropes, then lifts me easily off the table and carries me to his bedroom, yet another feast of sensual delight in a large alcove, hidden behind thick, gray plush curtains. As he climbs up beside me, I take in the dark-blue Thai print wallpaper, the twinkly overhead recessed lights, and the enormous soft bed covered in a cool, navy silk duvet.
“Oh, it is.” He drips the vodka over my clit, one freezing drop after another and my panting turns to moaning as my nerves try to decide whether the burning sensation spreading through my lower half is pleasure or pain.
“Don’t move.”
He strips off his clothes, then removes the gun and holster strapped to his leg and places them on the kitchen counter.
“Did I ever tell you I think it’s hot that you carry a gun?”
Ray frowns. “Guns aren’t hot. They are dangerous weapons. Not to be taken lightly.”
“Hot,” I whisper.
He laughs and drizzles vodka over my folds. “Well then, let’s cool you off.”
While I wiggle and squirm on the table, Ray disappears behind me, returning moments later, sheathed and fully erect, a tantalizing treat just out of reach.
“One last lick.” He bends down and licks his way along my slit, lapping up the vodka until he gets to my piercing. “This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He waggles the little barbell with his tongue, and I groan and tug on the rope.
“But I like this better.” He draws my clit into his mouth, sending me into sensory overload. Cold. Hot. Wet. Warm. Sucking. Nipping. I hold on to the rope for dear life as tension coils deep in my belly.
With one last lick, Ray backs away and places his hands on my knees, spreading me wide. “Open for me, sweetheart. Show me how wet you are, how much you want me.”
Straining, I part my legs as far as they will go, clenching my belly at the feeling of being so totally exposed.
“Fucking beautiful.” He rubs his cock against my cleft. “Love seeing you restrained and open for me.”
“I’m not restrained. I’m just holding on.” But when I look up, my hands are impossibly tangled in the rope. My breath catches in my throat. He left all that slack for a reason. But before I can panic, Ray thrusts, pushing deep inside me.
“You’ve restrained yourself, beautiful girl. You’re in control.”
But I don’t have time to dwell. Ray glides his hands down my body, tweaking my nipples, then sweeping his palms in and out of my curves and over my abdomen. With a low groan, he cups my ass with his two hands and yanks me against him. “I’m gonna take you every way. Everything you ever imagined or secretly desired, I’m gonna give you. And then I’ll do things you never imagined. I’m gonna be everywhere inside you, so deep you won’t know where I end and you begin.”
“Soon?” I rock my hips against him and he growls.
“Now.”
And then he thrusts so fast and hard, my back arches and my head hits the table. If I weren’t so wet, so needy, so utterly consumed by the desperate need to come, I might have been frightened by his intensity, the rough movements that border on pain. But fear beats a hasty retreat before the rush of desire pumping through my veins and the sheer and utter thrill of being taken by the Predator.
“Tell me what you want.” He drags me down until my backside is partly off the table and then he brushes my clit with his fingers.
“I want you to take me,” I say, panting. “Fuck and don’t hold back.”
The sound that erupts from his throat is part groan, part growl and all approval. Then he drives deep as he curls one arm around my right thigh, and lifts my leg, spreading me so wide that his every thrust slams against my piercing, sending pulse after pulse of pleasure through my clit.
“Ray…” I want to ask him if he needs me to let go and hurt him, but desire steals my breath away and I want to know—does he really need it?
Faster. Harder. He drives me to my peak with dizzying speed until the pulses in my clit become one long burn and I am gone. Shattered. Screaming Ray’s name as I climax around his throbbing cock.
Vaguely I am aware Ray has withdrawn and instead of the delicious hardness of his cock filling me, he has curled two fingers inside my sex and is stroking them against my G-spot.
“Again, beautiful girl.”
“No. I can’t.” I writhe, trying to escape the incessant press of his fingers as a different pressure builds inside me, low in my womb, deep, uncontrollable.
“Shhhh. Don’t fight it.” With his free hand, he spreads my moisture up and around my clit. The dual sensations, coming so fast after my climax and before I have fully come down, make my body tingle. The pressure builds until I’m shaking, grateful for the solid table beneath me.
“I love to watch you come,” he whispers. His muscles ripple as he moves, abs tightening as he leans close. But it is the intensity on his face as he glides his fingers inside me, the softness in his eyes as he smooths his hand over my skin, and the powerful thrust of his hips as he leans close and rubs his cock over my throbbing nub that send me over the edge. Again.
Moisture gushes from my sex, trickling down my cleft, and my lower body convulses in a slow rolling, powerful orgasm, different from anything I’ve experienced before. I am swept away in a rush of pure sensation so exquisite I don’t want to move.
“Tempted to keep working your G-spot,” Ray says, his voice a soft growl. “But I don’t think I can last with you so wet.”
“Now your turn.”
“Now bed.” He untangles the ropes, then lifts me easily off the table and carries me to his bedroom, yet another feast of sensual delight in a large alcove, hidden behind thick, gray plush curtains. As he climbs up beside me, I take in the dark-blue Thai print wallpaper, the twinkly overhead recessed lights, and the enormous soft bed covered in a cool, navy silk duvet.
