“Sofuckingwet,” he groans, pressing another finger into me. He pulls them out, bringing them back up to circle that sensitive spot again. I arch into his hand, needing more.
“Riven, I … ” I pant.
“What is it, Sloane? What do you want?” he asks, kissing my neck.
“I want you to make me come,” I say, getting straight to the point.
He chuckles. “As you wish, darling.” He trails lazy kisses down my neck and my chest, down my stomach, and all the way to my pussy. He stops centimeters away from where I need his mouth to be and looks up at me. He’s devastatingly beautiful, and it takes remarkable effort not to blurt that fact into existence. Instead, I grab a fistful of his hair in my hand, earning a wicked grin in response. I push him down until his mouth closes right around my clit. His tongue darts out and circles in the mostdeliciousway that has my eyes rolling straight to the back of my head. I grind myself into him shamelessly, tugging his hair in my hands. He groans against me, and the vibration sends impulses down my spine. I’m getting closer and closer, and then he stops. He sits up, leaning back on his heels.
I consider throwing an entire fit, but he grabs me from behind my thighs and lifts, flipping me completely over until I’m straddling his face. I gasp.
“Mmm. That’s more like it. Sit on my face, darling. I want you to fucking smother me.” He places his palms on the top of my thighs and pulls forward until I’m sitting down on his face. I groan at the feel of his warm, wet mouth on me once again. I start rocking my hips back and forth as he grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me even closer. I nearly fall forward, grabbing theheadboard in front of me to steady myself. He sucks and nips, and I grind myself into his face like he asked. He groans, and the vibration of it against my clit has me nearly seeing those galaxies that I didn’t even know existed.
“Yes, Riven,” I pant. He moves faster, and I meet his pace until I’m crashing face forward into the new solar system that we’ve created together. Stardust and darkness erupt behind my eyes, and I feel myself shaking from the impact. He grabs hold of my thighs roughly and holds me down onto him, forcing me to ride out the remainder of my orgasm as he devours me. Only when I’m practically peeling myself away from him does he release me and allow me to slide off of him. I let myself fall onto the mattress beside him as we both steady our rapid breathing.
He turns his head to the side to face me. His dark hair is damp as it falls in a mess over his eyes. I turn to my side to face him, reaching my hand out to run my fingers through the loose strands. His lips part on a low inhale, and his eyes find mine. I run my hand down the side of his face and over his sharp jawline, brushing my thumb softly over his damp skin. He brings a hand up to place it over mine, hooking his fingers through my own. He pulls my hand to him, bringing it to his lips, and softly places a single kiss to my palm. His lips remain there for several seconds.
My heart flutters at the intimacy of the moment, and I’m overwhelmed with emotion. A veryspecificemotion, to be exact. There’snoway. No, no, no … not yet. I amnotthe girl who falls this fast. I brush the thought away as he drops my hand and pulls me into his chest. I inhale deeply, the scent of something a bit smoky, and something else vaguely familiar overcomes my senses. Is that sage? It’s so … familiar. His dark chuckle rumbles me from the scent that’s tugging at my memory.
“What?” I ask, mouth pressed against his broad chest. He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my head back to look up athim. My scalp stings in that way that has me wanting him inside of me right this second.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” His jaw flexes, and his eyes search mine.
“Enough of what?” I tease, wanting him to say all the things that I suddenly need to hear from his lips.
“Ofthis,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Orthis,” he continues, kissing down my neck. I arch my neck back to give him room. “And …this,” he whispers against my skin as he moves his hand lower until he’s once again massaging that sensitive spot that was just inside of his mouth.
A low moan escapes my lips. “Riven,” I say, arching into his hand.
“You know I love it when you say my name, darling.” He peers up at me. “But I love it even more when you’re screaming it.” The soft glow behind his eyes is extinguished by dark desire, and he’s suddenly jumping up from the bed.
“What are you …” I start, eyes following him.
“Quiet. Class is in session,” he retorts, an evil grin consuming his facial features. I snap my lips shut like the obedient student that I am.
“Mmmm.” He trails his gaze down the length of my body. “Good girls get rewarded, Sloane.” He pauses. “And you’ve been avery… good … girl.”
That last part does me completely in. He’s standing above me, peering down through his dark hair, all muscle and frame. I gulp at the sight before my eyes before dragging my gaze back up his sculpted abdomen and chest to meet the seduction in his own. There’s a darkness looming around him that has the angel on my shoulder shuddering. However, the other side of my brain is squealing with excitement and jumping up and down like a damn fool. I tilt my head, assessing him for any sign of what move he might make next.
He stalks toward me, pausing to search the floor around him. Once he finds what he’s looking for, he walks over to it and picks up two things before fixing his dangerous gaze back on me. I tilt my head the opposite way, confused but intrigued. He chuckles but otherwise remains silent, kneeling on the bed to hover over me. I nearly come face-to-face with that blessed part of his body yet again. I fight the urge to reach out and wrap my mouth around it. He reaches forward with his free hand and tilts my chin up to him.
“Something catch your eye, darling?” he asks playfully.
“N-Nope,” I stutter, like the fool that I am. He chuckles, the sound dark and delicious.
“Mmm. Put your arms up over your head and cross your wrists,” he orders.
I look at him in question before doing as I’m told. “Yes, professor,” I say, a bit raspier than I intended. His eyes leave mine for a second to view my hands above us before fixing his gaze back on me. He smirks, raising the items he picked up from the floor and bringing them to my wrists overhead.
Without ever taking his eyes off mine, he binds my wrists together above my head using mylace greenthong. I bite my lower lip, and my breathing accelerates. He wraps the thong around my wrists twice and ties them tightly, cutting into my skin just enough for it to hurt when I move them. Then, he ties my workout band to the thong and lets it hang down my arms. One of his hands remains wrapped around both of my wrists as he brings the other one down to encircle my throat, pushing me down against the mattress with both. He ensures that my wrists stay where he wants them before pushing himself into me in a single, slow, and torturous thrust.
Holy.Shit.
His grip around my wrists and throat tightens as he presses me into the mattress. He continues his agonizing pace, thrustingover and over, and over again. I flex my hips up and forward, seeking the friction that I so desperately need. This only seems to further his pursuit to become the world’s slowest dick thruster. I laugh internally at my imaginative joke as a vision of him standing on a three-tier podium, wearing a huge dick medal around his neck, flashes through my mind. I fight the urge to laugh out loud andfocus.
He lets go of my wrists to grab my right leg and put it over his shoulder. This angle has him going deeper and hitting thatgloriousspot. And I take back every thought I had about his inadequate dick thrusting.
“Oh my.Yes, Riven,” I moan, the sensation rolling through my entire body. I make sure to keep my eyes locked onto his devious ones as he rolls his hips, continuing to rub against that spot that so many seek but so few can find. You would think it’s the world’s best-kept secret, and the man inside of me seeks only to exploit it and make it bend to his will.
