Ruby shivers beneath me. “Oh…”
“I know you said you’re scared of doing something wrong,” I tell her, finally reaching the apex of her thighs. “But your body knows what to do. All you need to do is come for me.”
I ease onto my stomach, my leg aching as it presses against the hard floorboards. But I barely notice it. All that matters is Ruby, the heady scent of her arousal driving me wild. My face is level with her dripping core, and I push her thighs wider apart, burying my face between them.
Fuck.
I’m ravenous for her, my tongue licking up her slit. She’s keening for me, her fingers threading through my hair as I lapup her sweet cream. My movements are sloppy. Desperate. Then my tongue finds her clit, and she shudders.
“Oh!”
She likes that.
I concentrate on the sensitive bud, circling it, sucking it into my mouth. The way Ruby moans is intoxicating, the sounds ripping from her throat like she can’t control them. Her body is so damn responsive. I savor how she tugs at my hair, her hips bucking as I suck harder on her clit. I love knowing I can do this to her. She’s totally at my mercy…and I’m not feeling at all merciful.
I bring my fingers to her clit, rubbing it in circles as I move my tongue down to her tight hole. She’s so fucking wet for me, her sweet honey coating my lips.
“Oh, God!” I hear her gasp as I slide my hungry tongue inside her.
Even God can’t save you now, princess.
Her slick walls squeeze tight. The heat is delicious. It radiates from her core, hot and honeyed around my tongue. I move fast, swirling it around inside her, massaging her clit with my fingers. She’s moving like a wild thing against my mouth, her legs flailing as I fuck her with my tongue. It feels like she’s about to rip my hair out. But it only drives me on.
I want her to lose control.
I want her panting.
Coming.
Sobbing my name.
It doesn’t take long to get my wish.
“Ivan!”
She screams it like a prayer, her voice echoing around the living room as she comes. Sweet warmth gushes on my tongue, and I lick it all up, savoring it.
Feel sinful to waste a single drop.
When I pull back to look at Ruby, I’m breathless, lips wet from her cream.
“That was perfect,” I tell her. “You taste so fucking good, sugar.”
She looks up at me with those pretty brown eyes, which are still glazed from her orgasm. Her limbs are soft and languid, chest heaving, a warm blush creeping up her cheeks. She’s perfect. Sweet and ripe as a cherry.
“That was amazing,” she breathes, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire, the roaring wind outside.
“We’re not done yet, princess.”
I shed my shirt and jeans in a rush of impatience, then kick off my boxers. My cock springs free, aching and sticky with pre-cum. Painfully hard. Ruby watches me, eyes wide. I must look pretty damn intimidating. Six and a half feet tall, built like a grizzly bear, all weathered skin and muscle. A wild brute compared to the delicate beauty looking up at me.
But that won’t stop me claiming what’s mine.
I ease on top of Ruby, my hard edges molding against her curves.
This angel was made for me.
Her skin is warm and silky, and my cock throbs as she wraps her legs around my hips, opening herself up to me like a gift.
