Page 101 of Love is Angry

I work on the buttons of his shirt while he lowers his head and captures one nipple with his mouth. The moist feel of his lips closing around the pink tip, the velvety brush of his tongue… oh, God… I could come again and again just from that. My hips move without me even realizing it. I’m anxious. Awaiting more, and the delight is imminent.

Groaning as he works on my breasts, Rhue takes his time with each nipple. Swirling electrical impulses travel through my limbs and down to my core. The air thickens as I fumble with Rhue’s shirt. I’ve barely gotten two buttons out of the way, andI don’t know how I’ll manage to do the rest before I fucking implode.

His lips break me down, piece by piece. His tongue tastes and explores.

I push myself into his mouth.

“Please…” My whisper is barely audible. “More.”

Rhue sighs deeply and lets his hands loose all over my body. He touches everything. Every inch of skin is his as he quietly measures me from head to toe. Coals burn in his black eyes, a flaming abyss that demands my very soul.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” he tells me. “I need you to be comfortable.”

I can’t help but fall for him all over again. His care, his genuine concern and innate gentleness; Rhue inspires a sense of safety. In this moment, I feel no anxiousness. Dread doesn’t circle me like a hungry tiger. I’m at the tips of his fingers, and he takes my breasts in his hands and squeezes.

“Rhue,” I say, my voice raspy and dripping with desire. “I need you to take me. Now.”

“Maddie…”

“Fuck me, please.”

He stares at me for a hot second, just as taken aback as I am by the words that left my mouth.

Next thing I know, I am on my back, giggling and then gasping for air as he fills me up to the brim. He’s big and as hard as a rock. Thick and searing through my pussy like a hot knife through a block of butter. I am melting and throbbing as he moves.

Slowly at first. “Dammit, Maddie, you feel like fucking heaven.”

“Rhue… oh…”

I’m wrapped around his cock as he goes in and out. In, then out. The rhythm is lazy, exploratory. He’s taking his time whileI relax in his embrace. My clit feels like a pebble pressed against his groin. Rhue can tell that it’s doing something to me.

Smiling, he sneaks a hand between us, then pins me down while his fingers find my aching nub, flicking frenetically as he pushes harder and deeper.

His thrusts cut off my air supply.

My ghosts are gone. My nightmares. They’ve all been tucked away somewhere, and it’s just me and him lost between the sheets. Rhue claims me, fucks me, spears me with his full length.

I raise my hips to meet him. Deeper. So much deeper.

Our gazes are locked. Sweat drips and mingles from my skin to his and vice-versa. Our breaths intensify, gasps galloping as we head for the edge of the cliff. I can feel him. He’s close. My pussy is about to scream while my clit quivers under his wonderful demands.

Before I realize it’s coming, I explode.

My orgasm shuts everything down for a split second. I tighten around his cock and Rhue loses control. He pounds me hard, his brow furrowed as I freeze in a smile, unable to look away from his gorgeous face. The ripples follow, and I burst into tears.

“Maddie! Are you—”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” I cry out and ride the tidal wave.

Rhue fucks me with everything he’s got, and I throw my head back because he’s still rubbing my clit and squeezing me for the last drop. I shudder and writhe beneath him, but he won’t stop.

He won’t stop because he’s about to go over the edge and…

I feel him. I feel every inch of that glorious cock inside me pulsating as he spills his seed and a year’s worth of desire and unmaterialized thoughts and daydreams. This is beyond incredible. Time has stopped. The dimensions are all gone. It’s just the two of us, our bodies glued and intertwined.

Our limbs limp. Our muscles turned to jelly.

“Yes,” I say, almost laughing with delight.