Chapter 128: Chapter 128

A sharp, breathless cry caught in the back of my throat as the sheer width of him stretched my walls to their absolute limit. I locked my arms around his neck, burying my face into the crook of his shoulder while my hips automatically tilted upward, trying to swallow every single inch of his sudden weight.

Raymond didn't move for a long, heavy second. He stayed buried deep inside me, his entire upper body completely rigid as he let his frame sink heavily into the mattress. His chest heaved against mine, his rough skin scorching hot wherever it pressed against my bare waist.

"God, Nora," he groaned, the sound raw and low against my ear. "You are so incredibly tight."

The thick warmth of his breath sent a fresh shiver straight down my spine. The ache in my middle didn't fade; it only grew heavier, pulsing around his thickness until a fresh wave of slickness coated the space between us. Every instinct told me to move, to grind against him to find relief, but his heavy hands on my thighs held me perfectly still.

Slowly, deliberately, he began to pull back.

The sensation of him sliding out was agonizingly slow, a drag of friction that made my fingers clench into the fabric of his tank top. He retreated until he was barely catching the edge of my core, before driving back down with a sudden, firm plunge.

"Ah!" My hips buckled off the sheets.

"Look at me," Raymond commanded again, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly whisper.

I forced my eyes open, my vision slightly blurred as I stared up into his rugged face. His jaw was set so tight the muscle leaped under his stubble, and his dark eyes burned down into mine with an absolute, undivided focus. He wasn't playing anymore.

He established a steady, punishing rhythm. Every stroke was deep and unhurried, a heavy slide that bottomed out completely against my womb before drawing all the way back out. The wet, rhythmic slapping of our skin echoed clearly in the quiet bedroom, a scandalous sound that made my face flush with a mix of heat and pure desire.

With every single thrust, his calloused fingers dug firmer into the soft skin of my thighs, tilting my pelvis higher to alter the angle and force me to take him even deeper. I was entirely at his mercy, my body shaking uncontrollably beneath his massive bulk as he systematically broke down my defenses, not like I have one when it comes to him.

My breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as the mattress creaked beneath his weight. Every time he thrust into me, the world narrowed down to just the heat of his skin, the heavy grip of his hands, and the deep, relentless stretch inside my core. I couldn't think. I couldn't focus on anything but the raw, primal way he was taking me, right there in the bedroom just down the hall from his daughter.

"Raymond," I whispered, the name slipping out like a plea as my fingers dug harder into the thick muscles of his shoulders.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he let out a low, gravelly grunt and shifted his weight, his broad chest slamming firmly against mine. The impact knocked the remaining air from my lungs, forcing a soft whimper past my lips. He trapped my mouth with his before the sound could fully leave my throat, his tongue sliding inside in a deep, possessive stroke that matched the heavy rhythm of his hips.

The kiss tasted like salt, heat, and the faint trace of coffee from earlier. It was rough, unfiltered, and entirely dominant. He held my jaw steady with his large thumb and forefinger, tilting my head back so he could consume me completely while his lower body continued its steady, punishing work.

Slowly, he pulled his mouth away, a thin strand of saliva breaking between our lips in the dim light of the bedroom. His dark eyes were completely black now, the pupils dilated with a hunger that made my stomach flip in the most delicious way.

"You like that, don't you?" he rasped, his voice vibrating directly against my flushed cheek. "You've been thinking about this for weeks, Nora. Don't lie to me."

"Yes," I confessed breathlessly, my head rolling back against the pillows. I couldn't even try to hide it anymore. The slickness coating my thighs, the frantic way my hips kept rising to meet his every plunge—it all gave me away. "Yes, Raymond... please."

A slow, dark smirk touched his lips, but it lacked the playful teasing from the kitchen. This was entirely serious, entirely dangerous.

"Good," he murmured. "Because I'm not going easy on you just because you're young. If you're going to be in my bed, you take all of me."

He grabbed my ankles, pushing my legs up until my knees were practically resting against my chest. The new position folded me completely in half, making me tighter, exposing my drenched core completely to his gaze. Before I could even protest, he drove forward again.

"Oh my god," I cried out, the sound buried into the pillow as he hit a spot so deep it made my entire body go rigid.

A violent wave of pleasure rippled through my lower stomach, a tight, electric coil that threatened to snap. The friction was immense, the tight fabric of the borrowed crop top riding up until it was bunched under my armpits, leaving my bare breasts to rub against his rough black tank top with every single motion.

Raymond watched the reaction on my face with absolute intensity. He paused at the absolute hilt, his thick veins pulsing against my inner walls, holding me pinned down while my body trembled around him.

"Look at how wet you are for me," he whispered roughly, his large hand sliding down to press against the lower part of my stomach, right where he was buried inside. "You're shaking, Nora. Look at me."

I forced my heavy eyelids open, my chest heaving as I stared up into his rugged face. Sweat was dripping from his jawline now, a single drop falling onto my collarbone, scorching my skin. He looked entirely wild, like a man who had finally broken his leash after months of restraint.

"I'm right here," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I'm looking."

"Keep your eyes right there," he commanded.

He started moving again, but the pace changed. It wasn't the slow, agonizing drag from before. He increased the speed, his heavy thrusts becoming faster, harder, a relentless barrage of muscle and skin that made the entire bed shake. The wet, slapping sound of our bodies colliding filled the small bedroom, a constant, rhythmic reminder of exactly what we were doing.

I locked my feet behind his lower back, using my heels to pull him even closer, desperate to erase any remaining space between us. The heavy ache in my middle had transformed into a burning, desperate need for relief. I was climbing higher and higher, the tension in my thighs tightening until my toes curled tightly against the air.

"Raymond, I'm... I'm close," I gasped out, my hands moving from his shoulders to grip the wooden headboard behind me, my knuckles turning completely white. "I can't... hold it."

"Don't hold it," he growled, his own breathing turning into a series of heavy, ragged pants. His jaw was locked so tight the veins in his neck stood out like thick cords under the skin. "Give it to me, Nora. Let it go right around me."

With a final, devastatingly deep plunge, his fingers dug so hard into my hips that I knew they would leave bruises by morning. But I didn't care. The tight coil inside me snapped, and a heavy, violent spasm tore through my core. I screamed into the quiet room, my inner walls clamping down on his length in a series of frantic, uncontrollable waves that made my entire lower body shake.

Hearing my release drove Raymond completely over the edge.

He let out a loud, animalistic groan that he buried directly into the crook of my neck, his chest slamming down onto mine with his full, crushing weight. He delivered three more frantic, unseeing thrusts, each one driving him in to the absolute root, before his entire massive frame went completely rigid.

I felt the sudden, unmistakable surge of his release deep inside me—a thick, scorching warmth that flooded my core, filling me to the brim until it felt like we were completely glued together. He shuddered violently against me, his chest heaving as he rode me like a wide horse, trembling seconds of his climax, leaving us both completely ruined in the beautiful silence of the bedroom and well spent.

For a long time, neither of us moved. The only sound was the frantic, synchronized thumping of our hearts and our heavy, ragged breathing. Raymond kept his face buried in my hair, his massive body still pinning me flat into the mattress, his warmth completely enveloping me.

Slowly, the frantic adrenaline began to fade, leaving behind a soft, heavy exhaustion that made my limbs feel like lead. I let my hands drop from the headboard, resting them gently against his damp back, my fingers tracing the hard ridges of his spine.

"You okay?" Raymond murmured after a few minutes, his voice incredibly deep and rough from the exertion.

He lifted his head slightly, shifting his weight onto his elbows so he wasn't crushing me, though he stayed buried deep inside my soft, relaxed core. He reached up with one calloused hand, gently wiping a strand of sweat-soaked hair away from my forehead. His dark eyes were softer now, filled with a quiet, possessive warmth that made my heart flutter in a completely different way.

"I'm perfect," I whispered, a small, breathless smile touching my lips as I looked up at him. "More than perfect."

Raymond let out a quiet, rumbling chuckle that vibrated directly against my chest. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against my forehead before sliding out of me with a slow, heavy drag that made me whine softly at the loss of his heat.

He rolled onto his side, immediately reaching out with one long arm to pull me tightly against his flank. I didn't hesitate; I slid my head right onto his broad, muscular chest, my arm draping over his solid waist while our legs tangled together under the sheets. The scent of soap, sweat, and pure satisfaction surrounded us, thick and comforting in the dark room.

"Get some sleep, Nora," Raymond murmured, his large hand beginning a slow, soothing stroke up and down my bare back, his fingers warm against my skin. "We have a long day tomorrow."

I closed my eyes, listening to the steady, heavy beat of his heart beneath my ear, finally feeling completely warm, completely safe, and utterly consumed by him.