ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(53)

“Turns out my parents had needed money, yet again, so they took out some sort of insurance policy on my grandparents.”

“They killed your grandparents?” Rage asked straight-out.

“Yeah. They did.”

“So what did you do?” Rage asked, biting her bottom lip.

I shrugged and lifted my gaze to meet hers. “I killed them both.”

I don’t know what I expected Rage’s reaction to be. In the time I’d known her, I’d learned that expectations and Rage did not go together. What I didn’t expect was for her to stand up, lift her T-shirt over her head, and straddle me.

She kissed me. Not an I’m-sorry-about-your-grandparents kiss. An all out f*ck-me kiss. Our breaths wild, our tongues seeking each other’s in a kiss that had me thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad if we finished our talk later. Especially when I could feel the heat of her * and the dampness through her shorts against my bare stomach. When she bit my bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth, I almost fell backwards into the pool for the second time but corrected our position before that could happen.

Rage didn’t even seem to notice.

Lost in lust, she didn’t pay any attention to the fact that we almost fell into the pool she hated more than anything.

I could f*ck her. Right now.

We could both get off and then we could move on to Rage’s story.

Fuck. My cock was painfully hard. I wanted to make Rage mine in every way, but in order to be mine, I needed to know why she reacted the way she did. Why she was kissing me after I told her I’d killed my parents when most people would be half way to the police station by now. I knew her story wasn’t going to be unicorns and rainbows, but I needed to know more about the wild girl in my lap. I needed to know EVERYTHING.

Now.

Because she was mine.

I didn’t want to control her.

I wanted to own her.

That meant I couldn’t f*ck her until she held up her end of the agreement. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Summoning all the restraint I never knew I had, I put my hands on Rage’s arms and pulled her back. Her eyes opened. Her lips were swollen from my kiss. Her tits were full, her nipples were standing at attention and they were right in front of my f*cking face. I swallowed hard. “First, I gotta hear your story,” I said. Rage whimpered and ground down on my lap. “Ahhh,” I groaned. “You dirty bitch. If you’re trying to get out of this deal, it’s not going to work. But after you tell me what I need to hear, I promise I’ll make you come in every way possible.” I bit the skin between her neck and shoulder. Her head fell back. “Then I’ll make you come and come and come…”

Not being able to resist one little taste, I wrapped my hands around her back and pulled her into me so I could suck one of her perfect tits into my mouth. If anyone walked by on the beach or through the alley between the cottage and the condos, they would be able to see us, but I didn’t give a f*ck. I’d let her ride my face out there after she told me what I wanted to know. I slid my hands to her arms and again attempted to lift her off of me, reluctantly releasing her nipple from my mouth.

“Please,” she begged, sliding her heat up and down my cock, which was about to explode. “Just one first. I want you to do what you did to me before.”

What the f*ck is this girl doing to me?

I’ve always thought of myself as accommodating. I threaded my hands through the back of her hair and tugged it back, exposing her long, beautiful neck to me. “Just one?” I asked, although it wasn’t really a question.

She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes still closed. No matter how hard I held on to her arms to keep her still, she still managed to rub against my cock. “I’ll make you come once. I’ll give you what you need, baby, and then it’s back to business. This is going to be quick and dirty.”

I stood with her still on my lap and set her on the ground just long enough to shove down her flimsy running shorts, exposing her bare *. I wanted to look. I wanted to spread her legs and taste her again, but I needed to regain some control. Even though she was getting her way, she needed to know who called the shots. I picked her back up and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I sat back in the chair, her legs again spread over me, the heat on my stomach almost unbearable. In that moment, I understood the connection between pleasure and pain. My cock was dripping from the tip, the front of my swim trunks drenched in a mixture of both her and me.

“Put your face here,” I ordered, pulling her head down so her face was buried between my neck and my shoulder. Her every little breath and brush of her lips against my skin made my cock twitch. My balls were drawn up tight like I could come at a moment’s notice, but this wasn’t about me. I reached around the back of her thigh with one hand and ran my fingertips up and down the crack of her ass. I pulled her up so that her ass was slightly angled in the air, but her clit was still connected to the steel pole in my shorts.

“Please,” she begged.

The second my index finger came in contact with the hottest, wettest * I’d ever touched, I pushed a finger inside and she cried out into my neck. She was so f*cking tight, it was like a vice squeezing around my finger. If that Cody person had f*cked her, he didn’t do it right, or he had a micro dick because as far as I could tell, Rage was in tact.

And all f*cking mine.