Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
R ayna shoved her tongue deep into Stark’s mouth, pushing him back against the counter before fisting her hands in his shirt and pulling him even closer. He groaned and angled his mouth over hers, exploring her mouth with hard and angry strokes of his tongue.
His big hands gripped her hips and yanked her lower body flush against his. She gasped at the feel of his erection against her belly and didn’t object when Stark opened her robe with two hard tugs.
He pushed it off her shoulders, and she let it drop to the ground. His hot gaze raked over her, and her back arched when he cupped one breast through her nightgown. He ran his thumb over her nipple, kissing her repeatedly as he toyed it into a stiff and aching peak.
He kissed her throat before growling, “Distracting me with your hot little body isn’t going to work, Ms. Abrams.”
“You sure?” she panted as she stuck her hands up his shirt. “Seems to be working so far.”
His free hand cupped her ass, squeezing it tight. “Only because I haven’t fucked anyone in a while.”
“You’re such an asshole,” she said before kissing him again.
He broke the kiss, giving her nipple a sharp pinch that sent a wave of hot lust over her. “That may be, but you still want my cock in your tight pussy.”
She nipped his throat. “Correction. You’re an arrogant asshole.”
He pulled her leg around his hip and ground his cock against her pussy. “Be nice, or I won’t fuck you.”
She gave his throat a harder bite, gasping when he gripped the back of her skull and yanked her head back. “No biting, little minx.”
He slid his free hand under her nightgown, grunting in surprise when he gripped her bare ass. “You weren’t wearing panties while talking to the sheriff.”
“Nice deduction, Sherlock.” She licked her way up to his ear, sucking hard on his earlobe.
He squeezed her ass before cupping her breast, and his fingers felt like heaven against her sensitive nipple. “From now on, you wear panties around men who aren’t me.”
She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. “Stop telling me what to do. You’re not the - oh fuck!”
He’d slipped his hand between her thighs, and she clutched his shoulders, unable to stop the soft moan from slipping out when he roughly rubbed her clit. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he pushed two fingers into her tight entrance.
She rose on her tiptoes at the invasion, and he sucked lightly on her bottom lip. “Look at how fucking wet you are for me.”
“It’s not for you,” she said. “It’s just a general horniness.”
“Is that right?” He pumped his fingers in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb and grinning at her loud cry of pleasure.
“Yes,” she gasped before slipping her hand inside his sweatpants and pushing past the waistband of his underwear. She gripped his cock, trying to keep her shock at how thick he was off her face, as he made a harsh groan and his hips bucked against her.
“You’re just looking for a dick to fuck?” he said. “Is that it?”
“Exactly,” she said, her voice turning into a moan when he rubbed his thumb against her clit. “Unfortunately, it’s attached to you, but beggars can’t be choosers.”
His nostrils flared, and she made a soft squeal of surprise when he yanked his hand free before lifting her and setting her on the kitchen table. He pushed between her thighs, pulling her head back and kissing her fiercely. She let go of his dick and shoved his pants and briefs down his legs.
He tried to break the kiss, and she grabbed the back of his head, kissing him roughly as she took his cock in her hand and guided it toward her opening. He moaned and gripped her hips, tilting her slightly as his cock pushed at her entrance.
She released his mouth, staring wild-eyed at him as he paused. “Rayna, are you sure this -”
“Fuck me,” she demanded, her need for him a frantic and out-of-control force within her. “Right now, Stark.”
“Whatever you want, Ms. Abrams,” he said and pushed into her.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, her eyes nearly popping out of her head at the intense thickness of his cock. “Stark, I -”
“Take it, Ms. Abrams,” he growled into her ear as he pushed forward relentlessly. “You wanted it, so be a good girl and take it.”
His hot words, or maybe it was how his fingers had slipped between her legs to rub at her clit, sent a surge of wetness to her pussy, smoothing his path and making it easier for him to slide in until his heavy balls pressed against her.
“Oh God,” she muttered, her fingers digging into his firm skin. She tried to breathe through the intense burn as her walls stretched around him.
He rubbed lightly at her clit, cupping her hip with his other hand and waiting patiently.
She sucked in a deep breath, loosening her grip on his shoulders. He immediately started moving, sliding in and out of her with shallow thrusts before they quickly turned hard and deep.
She clung to him, rocking her hips against him, taking every stroke of his cock deep into her body. His breathing quickened, and low groans punctuated nearly every exhale. His fingers rubbed hard at her clit, and the pleasure in her belly spread across her body, making her moan with each deep thrust.
“That’s right, baby,” he panted. “You feel so fucking good around my dick. So tight and warm. I want you to come on my cock. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah,” she moaned. “I want to come.”
“I know you do,” he said, rubbing her clit in firm circles. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“Harder,” she muttered, burying her face in his throat.
He pressed harder on her clit, rubbing and circling it as the pleasure soared in her body.
“Come on my cock, Rayna.” His voice was low and rough and so fucking sexy. He caught her clit between his fingers and gave it a firm pinch, and it threw her over the edge. She climaxed with a scream, her body shaking wildly and her pussy clenching around Stark’s thick cock.
He groaned her name and grabbed her hips in his big hands, fucking her so hard that the table scraped across the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on tight as he drove in and out of her before his body stiffened, and he shouted hoarsely.
Warmth flooded her pussy, and he made a few more shallow thrusts, his body shaking as much as hers. After about thirty seconds, he eased out of her and took a step back. She lifted her nightgown, and they both stared silently at his cum slowly dripping out of her.
“Fuck,” Stark said. “I shouldn’t have… that is, I didn’t mean to… fuck!”
She hopped off the table, shoving down her nightgown and grabbing her robe from the floor.
“Rayna, I -”
“You should go,” she said.
“We should talk about what happened.” Stark pulled up his pants.
“Nope,” she said as she yanked on her robe and belted it shut. “Absolutely not. What just happened was a…”
She couldn’t bring herself to say mistake, even if she could practically see Stark drowning in regret.
“It shouldn’t have happened,” she said, “and I want you to leave.”
“Rayna, we -”
“Please. You need to leave,” she said, horrified to realize she was on the verge of tears.
His face grim, Stark nodded and left the kitchen. She waited for the front door to shut before she leaned against the counter, staring at the still sleeping Bea as Stark’s cum slid down her thigh.
“Well, fuck,” she said.