17 Last Times

⤹16❁ Mastermind

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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓻

Her tits bounce at my face sweetly. If I could, I would devour every inch of her body until there'd be nothing left. She rides me like a rodeo, hips swiftly moving up and down in a beautifully liquid motion. What an astonishing technique. What a masterpiece she is. And the hair. So long and tousled. It would be a shame not to make a use of it.

I grab her by her hips and make us switch positions. I'm on top now. I am in control. I flip her over once more, so that her sweet ass is pushed at me now, her back bent. I thrust in.

She moans again, this time louder, hungrier, virtually as though in pain. I smile at the sound and dig my nails into one of her cheeks. I wrap the blonde volume of her hair around my wrist and pull, as hard as she made me go.

"Aren't you lovely, Ray?" I groan, thrusting faster and harder as I feel her hips push back at me.

I love to call her Ray instead of Rayna. She must be liking it too as she cries out even louder than before.

She rubs herself whilst we fuck, and I find it utterly sexy, the fact that she knows what she wants and that she's not ashamed of claiming her climax. Her walls slowly tighten and then clasp around me in a glorious way. I listen to her rapturous pitch, the enchanting moaning when she comes. She sings like a bird for me, and it renders me even harder, pushes me to my brink. I let go of the anticipation and allow my orgasm to spread throughout my whole body in wonderful spasms.

"Fucking hell," I say, sliding out.

She collapses fully onto the mattress, panting. Then one of her eyes snap open at the sound of my cell phone chiming. "Who's texting you at this time?"

I give a listless shrug. "Do not know and do not care," I say, but seeing the curiosity etching itself on her skin, I reach for the phone.

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕
𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

Reyman? What does he want? What could he possibly want from me? We've burnt the canvases. We buried the hatchet. I can't even conceive anything important enough to make him contact me at two in the morning.

Rayna turns onto her back, curious. "Who is it?"

"Reyman," I mutter, equally bewildered.

"Will? The hell does he want at this time? Is he drunk?"

"Possibly." I lock my phone, uninterested.

But the phone starts to ring.

"Oh for fuck's sake." I decide to answer regardless of my complaint. "Yes?" The word comes out a bit too harsh.

"I need your help."

I blink, stupefied. "My help? With what?"

"Are you on your own right now?" he asks, as if he had something mischievous on his mind.

"No. I'm with Rayna."