“I see you trying, baby.” Ryan runs a thumb along my cheek, tracing the line of his cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Pippa. It makes me want to defile you, constantly. It’s all I think about some days.”
Hearing him talk relaxes me. I can feel the muscles in my neck easing up, my tongue flattening so I can take more of him. I push down a little further.
“Just when I think I’ve gotten used to it, you put onthis.” He cups my breast through the lace cup of my bra. “I don’t fucking deserve it, but I’m greedy enough to take it anyway.”
Tears burn in the corner of my eyes as I go deeper, taking him down my throat. Ryan cradles my head, not wiping them away, not pushing me down any further. He lets me be in charge of this.
“I like seeing these tears, Pips. I love watching you struggle. You know what my favorite part of fucking you is?”
I can’t answer, can’t even shake my head. I just hum around his cock, gazing up at him. Ryan grins.
“It’s giving you more than you can handle, then watching you take it like a champ.”
He thrusts forward, just the tiniest bit, and I know I can’t take any more of him. I wrap my hand around his base, movingit in tandem with my mouth as I take him with shallow, wet strokes. It gets messy fast, my saliva dripping down my fingers and my face wet with tears. I don’t know why, but it makes my blood rush, being such a mess for him. All I’ve done is blow him and my panties are already soaked.
Ryan’s breath gets shallower, and his cock pulses against my tongue. He’s getting close, and he grits his teeth in an attempt to hold off.
“I’m going to come,” he grunts. “If you don’t want—If you’d rather?—”
I only speed up my strokes. I know exactly what I want, and it’s to swallow every part of him down. He lets out a choked sigh, then spurts down my throat, his fingers still weaving into my hair. “Fuck!” he roars as he comes down, his body tensing then going slack.
Once his cock has softened, I pull away and lay my head against his sweatpants-covered thigh. He smiles down at me, his eyes shining like I’m the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. It makes my chest feel full of bright light.
“That was amazing, Pips.”
I smile. “Should we go drink that wine?”
Suddenly, Ryan pushes off the bed, grabbing my upper arms and yanking me to my feet. A few steps, and he pushes me back against the wall. His hand behind my head cushions my skull, even as the rest of me slams hard into the solid surface. It temporarily knocks the breath out of me.
“You think I wantwine?” He kisses me then, hard, deep, and hungry. “I’m not fucking done with my present yet.”
Then his mouth is on mine again, and there are no words in my head. Just a heady, dark, consuming hunger. Whatever happens next, I know Ryan’s going to make me come impossibly hard.
“You have no fucking idea,” he mutters, trailing kisses down one bra strap and across the neckline of my bra. “No idea what you do to me.” Another kiss, just under my bra. “How crazy you make me.”
I thread my fingers into his messy hair as he slides down to his knees in front of me. He drags his fingers around the edges of my thigh-highs as he presses kisses to both of my hips.
“The bed’s right—right there.” I sigh as he guides my leg to drape over his shoulder. “We were just on it.”
“But I wanted it like this.” Ryan drags his nose along the seam of my panties. “On my knees for you.”
Then his tongue is on my pussy, hot and wet and so fucking good. He laps at me with intense focus, like the calculated poker player that he is. I bet he has percentages memorized of what kind of tongue movements are most likely to make me come. He probably has a winning strategy in mind every time he puts his mouth on me.
His tongue swirls around my clit, and rational thought shuts off.
In this position, my weight presses me harder against Ryan’s tongue. It makes everything feel more intense, and it drives me to breathlessness fast. “I—oh god, Ryan, that feels amazing. Please?—”
He slides a finger inside me. Crooks it. Hits a spot that almost makes my legs collapse. My vision almost goes black as I grab his shoulders for balance, right before an orgasm rips through me that makes my entire body snap with electric force. Fierce, forceful, sparkling.
How does he manage it? We’ve been together for months now, but he always seems to find a way to bring me to a level I didn’t think was possible. It’s almost terrifying to imagine how far he’ll be able to get me in a few years. I might actually snap my spine from coming too hard.
I blink back to the room and find Ryan’s hands digging into my hips, holding my boneless body up against the wall. He licks his lips as he grins up at me. Under his pants, I can see that he’s already hard again.
“You liked that, baby?” Ryan says.
“God, yes.”
He stands slowly, his body brushing up against mine. I fist his T-shirt, pulling it up so I can touch his muscled stomach. His lips brush lightly against mine, and I can smell my own musky scent.
