Page 7 of Raine

“Raine,” he growls, but I’m too far gone. The demons in my head are suffocating, and Arrow is giving me an out, one I could definitely use before this show.

“What?”

“Stop it.”

“Or what?”

“I’m going to push my cock so deep into that pretty little cunt that you won’t dance straight tonight.”

A giddy feeling encompasses me, my insides swirling with need and want. It’s the same feeling I get before I snort a line of coke, but this, this is different.

I always feel full with Arrow, almost complete, and I guess that’s why my insensitive ass allows him respite within my body, even though I know he’ll feel empty after. Leaning forward, his hand cinches tighter around my throat, and I puff out a strangled breath, his length sliding into the crack of my ass as I grip my ankles, bringing him with me.

“Take what you need, Arrow.”

“Raine.”

“Please. I — I need it.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he curses, ripping up my dress, the teeth of his zipper ringing loudly in the space.

The head of his cock sits hotly at my entrance, and I’m vibrating with desire, my body humming with unmet needs and unsaid truths.

As if reading my mind, Arrow growls in my ear, “Don’t you say a fucking word.”

He slams into me without warning, and my eyes bug wide. I scream out, my body not ready for the intrusion but nonetheless welcoming the searing.

“Harder.”

“Fuck, Raine, you’re going to be the death of me.”

A sliver of guilt slides in, but I push that fucker down because I’m selfish and I want to enjoy Arrow’s big dick making me feel good for a minute. He slams into me, his hand tightening around my throat, his front to my back, and his breath tickling my ears. For a brief second, I wish I could give my best friend what he wants, but knowing that’ll never be, I let it go, flowing down the stream like my humanity.

“Fuck, Princess, you feel so fucking good. I could drown in these juices and die a happy man.”

His words singe my insides, lighting me up, and I feel the telltale sign of my orgasm sneaking up. Arrow brings his free hand around, flicking his fingers over my hood piercing and I feel the heat bounding inside of me; my body lit like a fucking live wire.

“Arrow.”

“Don’t. You don’t get to do that, Raine.”

“Arr…”

“Don’t,” he growls. “Don’t pity me, baby, because I own this pussy, even if you won’t give it solely to me.”

My eyes finally open, and I attempt to look over my shoulder at him. I meet his cognac irises, seeing the anger, hurt, and lust inside of them.

“I know you were pussy and cock deep only twelve hours ago, but the thing you’ll never understand, Raine, is that I’ll always fucking be here for you. Even when the world is falling around you, ripped asunder and leaving pieces blazing past your pretty head. I’ll. Fucking. Be. Here!”

His words seep deep within me, his cock punching into my fucking abdomen, that I start seeing stars.

“Arrrooowww.”

“I know, baby, I know. Cum all over my cock, Raine. Milk me, Princess.”

And I do just that. The orgasm rolls, then slams over me like a fucking tidal wave, sucking the breath from me, making me fear I’ll never breathe right again. My eyes roll back, and my legs ache from the position, but I take it all.

His cock pistons inside of me like a well-oiled machine, one that will forever be ingrained inside of me but will wear with time. And when he cums, his body shaking and quivering with desire, I’m left with a feeling of relief and resentment. His forehead rests on the back of my neck, and I feel asphyxiation claw at my chest.