>>62724523"I know," he said but another moan left Ciara's lips as his thumb ghosted over her clitoris. He leaned down and blew on it and her hips bucked.
"It--it's rape," Ciara whispered, eyes still shut.
"I know that. Stop sayin' it," he snapped and she fell silent. She bit her bottom lip hard and one of his fingers slid inside of her. Her body tensed and she bit down harder. It would no doubt bruise and when she released her lip from between her teeth she could feel it already beginning to swell. A second finger entered her and she felt him shift over her. He leaned down but propped himself up so he would not crush her. At first she kept her lips closed him. His stubble scratched her face and that earthy scent filled her nostrils. The wet, warmth of his tongue slid along her sore bottom lip. He placed an open mouth kissed her to closed mouth and his fingers slowly pumped in and out of her. She moaned deeply but her lips remained closed.
"Kiss me back," he breathed and he slowly pressed a third finger at her entrance. He pressed his mouth back to hers and her lips parted for him. His tongue entered her mouth, hot and wet, and he angled his thumb up to press on her clitoris. He kissed her hard. Even when he lifted his hips back to unbutton his pants and free his erection he did not remove his mouth from her lips.
Not entirely wet and her body still tight, she was not truly ready to receive him when he thrust inside of her. She cried out in pain just as he groaned in pleasure.
"Oh, Kiaranga." he breathed. "So damn good."
