He grins, the smug bastard. I swear, if cockiness were currency, Rhyland would be richer than Bezos and Musk combined.
"Just this souvenir…" he murmurs, hot breath against my skin. "Open wide," he demands, that damn sexy voice of his leaving no room for argument.
Hell, I'd do anything he says right now. I part my lips, taking in that smooth, silicone shape, my saliva coating it as his fingers tangle in my hair. "That's it, baby," he growls. I'm gagging, but goddamn, does it feel good. "Get it nice and wet for me."
My pussy clenches at the memory of how it felt inside me, the delicious vibrations that drove me to the brink of madness and back again.
When Rhyland is satisfied, he pulls the toy from my mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting it to my lips. He wastes no time working it inside me, the slick glide of silicone on sensitive flesh making me gasp and shudder.
"Breathe, Angel," he purrs, his velvety voice making me melt. God, he hasn't even turned that damn thing on, and I'm already squirming like a worm on a hook.
With the toy finally nestled back inside me, I tug at these damn cuffs, desperate to touch him, to feel him. But it's no use—my arms are screaming from this stretch.
He's dishing back precisely what I did to him—tied up and with no control.
"I'm gonna fuck this tight little ass and you're gonna scream my name like a goddess while I tear you apart," he vows, his hands gripping my cheeks, spreading me wide open for his wicked, wicked ways.
Oh god, I know exactly where this is going. My heart's racing like a damn hummingbird, and my nipples are diamond-hard at the thought. I can't hold back the moan that escapes my lips as Rhyland's tongue traces my asshole—his naughty, sinful tongue.
"Spread your legs, Angel, and stick that sweet ass out," he commands, his voice rough with desire.
My heart pounds as I obey, my legs trembling as I push my ass back, exposing myself to him, making myself vulnerable. The cuffs dig into my wrists, my arms stretched tight, giving just enough slack for this naughty position. The leather bites into my skin, sending a shiver racing down my spine as my body breaks out in goosebumps.
"Goddamn perfect," Rhyland growls, his big hands kneading my ass cheeks like the finest dough. I whimper at the rumble of approval in his voice, feeling cherishedand desired, even as he prepares to wreck me. I'm right where he wants me, open and ready, and my pussy is dripping wet.
He buries his face between my cheeks, his tongue laving over my asshole in a way that has me keening and writhing against my bonds. Fuck, it feels so good. So dirty and wrong but so damn right. He licks and sucks and nibbles, worshipping my ass like a man possessed, like it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. My arousal builds with every passing second, my pussy clenching around the toy, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The feeling of his lips and tongue on my freshly waxed skin is almost too much to bear, the pleasure teetering on the edge of pain in the best possible way.
Rhyland spits on my asshole, the lewd sound making me clench and shiver. "You ready to get this ass fucking wrecked, baby?" he growls, the rumble of his voice reverberating through me. He punctuates the question with another long, slow lick. "You wanna be cute and try to toy with me? Play these little teasing games?" He slaps his hand hard against my sensitive inner thighs, right where my ass meets my pussy, and I yelp, my hips stuttering. "Lucky for you, your ass is mine now, and I plan on using it for my pleasure."
His words are filthy, degrading, and I fucking love it. I'm soaking wet, my body on fire with need, craving every depraved thing he wants to do to me.
"Then fucking wreck me, Rhyland."
Rhyland's answering growl is pure, primal savagery. His teeth sink into the tender flesh of my shoulder, biting down hard enough to break the skin. I can't help the cry that tears from my throat, my body arching into the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.
It's a sensation I'll never tire of: the heady rush of his fangs piercing my flesh, the sweet sting of his bite, followed by the sensual pull of his mouth as he drinks from me. It's a claiming, a marking, a visceral reminder that I am his and his alone.
I can feel my blood trickling down my chest, a warm, wet trail that paints my skin crimson.
He soothes the sting with his tongue, his hands roaming over my body in a possessive caress. I know I'm in for the ride of my fucking life.
I can't help the low, desperate moan that spills from my lips as I feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, my body trembling with the force of my need. I'm so far gone, so lost in the haze of lust and desire…
I gasp as Rhyland nudges his way in, feeling like I'm being split in two by the world's most pleasurable baseball bat. Suddenly, the toy in me springs to life, and I yelp like a taser has zapped me.
When the hell did he get his phone?
"Oh my fucking fu—," I whimper, my voice high and needy. "Rhyland, please, for the love of god..."
"Such a filthy mouth on you, baby," he rumbles. "I want you dripping."
Sweet Jesus, I'm already soaked—my juices running down my thighs in a display that's anything but shy.
I snort despite my desperate state. "Any wetter, and we'll need to call Noah for his ark."
Rhyland, the sneaky devil, gathers my cum on his fingers, coating his cock and my ass with my essence. He positions himself again, that blunt head teasing me. "Beg for it, Dani," he rasps, his teeth scraping my ear. "Tell me how fucking much you want this cock. Plead for it."
I push back, desperate for more. "Please, for the love of all that's holy and unholy, move your Viking ass!" The burn and stretch of his thick dick—is heavenly.
