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“No, you can sleep on the couch, shower in another bathroom, I don’t care. I smell like smoke and I’m covered in dirt. So, if you’d leave, I’d like to take a shower.”
Chuckling, I smack her ass. “Whatever you say, Darling.”
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The towel is wrapped around her chest as she brushes her hair while looking in the mirror. She sets the brush down, her eyes connecting with mine. She blinks, and then she takes off. Stalking out of the bathroom, I find her turned toward me, her eyes on the door as she contemplates running around her newly found brother’s apartment, naked.
I step to her with my hand in the towel between her breasts as I yank, ripping it from her body. I grin, pushing her back so she falls on the bed. Legs spread and open for me. Pussy glistening as an invitation for me to feast on her. I grab her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed, until her feet touch the floor. I drop to my knees as my hands rub up her inner thighs. I pull her leg up, kissing the inside of her ankle before draping it over my shoulder.
I kiss my way up her inner thighs, kissing around her lips, avoiding giving her what she wants. I lick the apex of her thighs, teasing her more as I let my mouth hover over her pussy, fanning hot breath over it. “I haven't even touched her and she's drenched, wetting the sheets.”
She whimpers, her hands going to my hair as she pushes my head down on her. “Shut up and eat, Branson.”
I chuckle, biting one of her folds, and she arches her back, pushing herself up against my face more. I begin my assault on her clit. Licking it, sucking it between my lips, until she’s breathless. Her beautiful body moving over the sheets, her hips rolling over my mouth. My hands grip her ass, squeezing hard, as I fuck her with my tongue. Her moans intensify, growing needier, louder. Pausing, I release her ass, regretfully.The last thing I need is her brother, who hates me for more than one reason, storming in on us and trying to kick my ass. Most importantly, he’ll ruin this moment between us. This is all a fantasy. She hasn't asked me the hard questions yet, but she will, and when she does, our perfectly constructed bubble will pop.
Grabbing my discarded tie, I rise above her, and her eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”
Smirking, I push two fingers between her lips, her tongue swirling around them. “As much as I like the view, I need you to open that perfect mouth for me.”
Her eyes narrow but she obliges. My fingers slip out, the tie is bunched in my hands as I push it into her mouth. “Look at you,” I murmur. Her hair fans across the sheets, her body covered in goosebumps, her pouty mouth curled around my tie, eyes sparkling. “As much as I want to hear your screams, taste them on my lips as I fuck you, we don’t want Brother Dearest to come in here, see you submitting to me, do we?”
She shakes her head as I step between her legs, positioning myself at her entrance. Her eyes close and I land a hard smack to her pussy. She jumps with surprise, her arousal seeping between her thighs. “Remember what I said the first time I took this virgin pussy? Eyes on me, Darling.” Rubbing my cock through her juices, my hand slides up her stomach, through the valley between her breasts, until my hand locks around her delicate neck.
With one long, hard thrust, I fill her to the hilt. She moans around my tie, her hips bucking against mine. I begin thrusting into her at an antagonizing pace, hiding my smirk when she whimpers in protest. Pulling out, I flip her over so she's on all fours, slapping the inside of her thighs so she spreads wider for me. Her ass is full and round. No tan lines like I am used to.
I climb behind her, my teeth sinking into her plush cheek. She moans, her body shivering.I run my fingers through her juices, lubricating them before positioning a finger at her puckered hole. She freezes, her body completely stiff. “Relax,” I whisper into her spine, leaving a trail of kisses along it.
She yanks the tie out of her mouth, tossing it to the ground. “That's… you know.”I do, but I want her to try everything once, the right way. If she truly hates it, then fine. But something tells me she won’t.
“I’m going to replace every horrible memory you have. Take away the pain that lingers.” I push myself inside her, slow strokes as my other hand finds her clit, rubbing it. My finger at her ass slowly begins to inch forward.She gasps, her body relaxing and opening for me. My thrusts become harder and faster, my finger fucking her ass as she gasps, moans, and writhes against the bed. Moving my hand from her clit, I wrap it around her hair, pulling it back so her body is arched. “You like that?” I rasp.
“Branson.” She gasps, her body trembling before me. I add another finger and she breaks, a mess beneath me as she moans my name, body shuddering. I spill into her, long and hard, until I fall on top of her.
Rolling off of her, I pull her to me, placing a kiss to her forehead, my hand rubbing the cum back into her pussy as she moans and clamps around my fingers. “Sit on my face, Darling.”
She laughs, her hand grabbing my cock still coated with her cum. “Jesus, you're already hard again?”
“I'm always hard for you.” It wasn't a lie; she can walk in wearing a granny coat and my dick would recognize it as lingerie. “Plus, you’ll go back to being mad at me again tomorrow.”
She laughs softly. “You don't know that.”
“Either way, I plan on exploring every inch of your body tonight. So, sit on my fucking face, Rayne.”
Rising on shaking legs, she straddles my face, hovering right above my mouth. Looking over her shoulder to peer down at me, she flutters her lashes, hitting me straight in the gut with her shy smile. “Fuck, I love you,” I growl, wrapping my arms around her thighs and plunging my tongue in her tight pussy.
Chapter 23
@RayneMarshall: “Life of the Rich and Famous or Life of the Sin and Shameless?”
Rayne
My phone buzzes rapidly on my lap as I sit back on the couch in whatever secret building this is. Definitely underground. They seem to have an act for that sort of thing. Looking at my phone, I see tweets, Instagram tags, and news reports, all featuring yours truly. I realize that the show must have aired last night, broadcasting my humiliation to everyone. I shut the screen off, laying my head back as I think back to the news I saw this morning.
“The Pinnacle bomber was caught early this morning as he tried to board a plane to Mexico. Thomas Harris, aged fifty-four, is charged with Federal Crime of Terrorism. As families gather around the mass destruction and what remains are left of Pinnacle, we…”
“Good, everyone is here.” Her voice slithers through me like thorny vines, cutting deep wounds to my insides. “Let’s begin, Rayne. Please come forward.”
I level everyone who stands before me with a glare, their suits pressed, watches glittering. I’m dressed in the most extravagant dress money could buy. The Children of Nobility.
