ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(63)

Never again.

Her * was f*cking perfection. Warm and swollen and every time I dragged my finger out, it sucked me back in like it wasn’t going to let me go. I wanted nothing more than to feel that on my cock. She writhed against my hand between furious kisses, digging her claws into me like she wasn’t ever going to let me go. Fuck knows I never wanted her to.

If someone asked me to choose between Rage’s * and playing hockey again, despite the lies, despite everything, I would choose her. Over hockey. Over school.

Over my club.

I released Rage’s wrists with my one hand, while I brought her closer and closer to the edge with the other. I pushed her harder back against the railing and captured her mouth and her moans as she clamped around my finger. Her heels dug hard into my back. I swallowed her cries and felt my balls tighten up as she pulsed and contracted, riding my hand as she came and came.

I didn’t wait for her orgasm to subside before dropping to my knees and pulling her shorts down and off. With a primal growl, I pushed her back and grabbed the backs of her knees, spreading her legs around my shoulders. One glance at the wetness leaking down her thigh almost had me coming apart. I dove in, needing to taste her orgasm on my lips.

I dragged my tongue over her clit and dove straight into her *, which was dripping f*cking wet, my cheeks sliding against the inside of her soaking thighs as I lapped up everything she had to give me. She fisted my hair and tugged hard. I reached up with one hand and ran my fingertips under her shirt and over one of her hard nipples. Her face was twisted up like she was fighting herself. Her anger versus her pleasure. I knew who was going to win.

She cried out, on the verge of coming again, and when she rubbed her * hard against my face, I was completely done and knew what we both needed. “Enough of this bullshit,” I said standing up and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She was so tiny, so powerless, yet so strong and so powerful. She was anger and beauty and lust wrapped up in one fierce package.

I pushed down my jeans and stepped out of them. I lifted her up, and with one arm around her waist, I turned her, slamming her back against the partition in the center of the pier. Her legs wrapped around my waist. My cock against her bare *, gliding along her wetness. Skin against skin. Wet. Wild. Raw. My cock was aching and ready. Purple, thick, long and ready to take to take what was mine. “You ready for me?” I growled in her ear and she responded my clenching her thighs around my waist, inviting me closer.

Inviting me inside.

We were both breathing heavily. I was barely holding my shit together. All coherent thought left the building the second I lifted her up and the tip of my cock met the warmest, wettest, tightest f*cking * ever. I paused, trying to regain my control, groaning when she wiggled her hips against me. “You’ve got to be f*cking kidding me,” I mumbled as I tried to push inside, but the head of my cock was met with resistance that had me breaking down with both frustration and elation. She was dripping f*cking wet, down the inside of her thighs and into the crack of her ass.

“Please,” she begged.

“You’re so…so f*cking tight,” I groaned, feeling beads of sweat forming on my forehead, as I stroked the opening of her * with just the tip of my cock over and over again, while we stared into each other’s eyes, reading each other’s bodies.

“Do it,” she said. It wasn’t a request, it was an order. A challenge.

“You’re really f*cking tight. It’s gonna f*cking hurt,” I warned, unsure if I was talking about it hurting me or her.

“I want it to hurt.”

With those words, I lost my f*cking mind. I captured her mouth again and our tongues tangled as I surged forward, battling my way inside my girl. It was about to be painful for her, but it was painful for me too.

Best pain of my f*cking life.

There was no way her perfect * had ever been stretched open before. Whatever she thought might have happened, didn’t f*cking happen. Rage was mine and mine alone. And if I didn’t know it before, I knew it for sure when the tip of my cock bumped against a barrier when I wasn’t even halfway inside her yet.

“Please. More,” she begged, digging her heels harder into my ass. I lifted her up and set her down on the pier, climbing over her body without severing the connection we had.

“Yes,” she said, while we continued to stare into one another. “Please” she added, bucking her hips against me, asking for more.

So I gave it to her.

Pushing forward, I tore through her virgin barrier in one hard thrust, bottoming out inside of her as we both cried out. I wanted to stay buried in her tight heat forever, but the need to taste what I’d just done consumed me. I quickly pulled out from her and worked my way down her body. Spreading her thighs with my hands, digging my fingers into her soft skin, I darted my tongue inside her tightness until I found what I craved and the coppery taste of her virgin blood hit the tip of my tongue.

I watched her. Her eyes were closed, her face scrunched up. It was then that I realized she was not only still angry, but she was holding back.

I crawled back up her body and lifted her ass off the pier, holding her at an angle, impaling her on my cock in one hard thrust.

I f*cked her with everything I had. “Open your eyes,” I demanded, and when she did, I met her gaze. “Don’t hold back, baby. Do you want to scream? Is that what you want? Is that what you need?”