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opening, which he’s now plundering with his tongue.  He’s not just tasting me though.  He’s fucking me with his tongue. 
    His tongue plunges in and out, stroking the entrance to my channel, while his lips create the most delightful sensations on my outer folds. 
    Fuck, he’s good. 
    I haven’t been worked like this since…well, since him.
    Soon his tongue begins a new dance, stroking up and down my seam, pausing from time to time to delve inside me or circle my clit. 
    I cry out with abandon as he holds my ass in his hands and feasts on me.  It’s when his thumbs come up and part my folds, spreading me completely for him, that I break apart.
    As his tongue plunges into me, the orgasm blasts up my spine and a loud cry tears from my throat.  Waves of bliss wash over me again and again, so exquisite it hurts. 
    His mouth is in synch with my release, plunging and dipping and coaxing my orgasm higher.
    And when it finally recedes, he’s prowling over me.  “Please,” is all I can manage, though I’m not even sure what I’m begging him for.
    His lips meet mine, and I taste my own nectar on his kiss, fueling my desire higher.
    And then in one deep thrust of his hips, I’m filled with him.  His enormous girth stretches me wide.  And as he begins a slow push-pull rhythm, I luxuriate in the way his cock caresses me.  The thick ridge of his tip glides up and down my channel in a delectable massage.
    He flexes his hips again and again, taking my hands in his and twining his fingers through mine.  Then he raises my hands firmly over my head and pins me in place.  His powerful chest brushes against the tight buds of my nipples with each stroke, and when I look up at him, his beautiful brown eyes are boring into mine. 
    We don’t break eye contact as his thrusts deepen. Soon he’s pounding into me, and the only sound is our mingled breaths. 
    Again and again he curls his body into mine.  It’s as if every surge of his hips is reclaiming some lost part of me, making me his.
    A low growl forms in his throat, and he delivers one last brutal stroke before flooding me with heat.
    The feel of his seed washing through me is all it takes for me to explode again.  As his hot liquid pumps through me in powerful jets, my body shatters into a million pieces.  I cry out at the ceiling, bucking beneath him, while his hands pin me tight against the mattress.
    Then the pleasure recedes once again, leaving us panting in each other’s arms.
    He leans down and rests his forehead against mine, our gazes locked once again.  “Lovely Lana,” he whispers as he places his hand on my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb.
    “Raine,” I whisper back, and press my lips to his. 

 
    Lana
    Then…
    Summer vacation.  And with it comes long days lying next to the pool at Raine’s mansion. 
    He wasn’t exaggerating about his foster parents never being home.  Summer vacation’s been in swing for almost a month and I have yet to see them.  Apparently his adoptive mother, Missy Everly, spends most of her time in Aspen and Miami, and his adoptive father, Rupert Everly, is constantly traveling all over the world on business.
    Rupert’s company is Raine’s only reason for being here.  It’s what gave him access to this amazing life. 
    Apparently Rupert Everly needed an heir to take over for him someday, but he couldn’t have children of his own.  Raine wasn’t sure why, only that it had something to do with a horse riding accident when he was younger.
    Regardless, it’s clear that he and his wife didn’t take Raine in because they wanted a child to nurture and love.  Raine is there to play the role of family successor. To keep his father’s legacy alive after he’s gone.  That’s Raine’s one and only purpose for being here.
    But I don’t feel sorry for Raine.  Just the opposite.  He gets to live in an enormous eleven-bedroom mansion on the most exclusive part of the Maine coast with access to a private