A sharp inhale the only thing that gives away what’s going on in his head. “Nope.”
Coochie Mama is screaming at me toSubmit! Submit!
I ignore her and reach out to press my hand flat against the ginormous bulge in his jeans. “Cock?”
Ryker removes my hand and places it in my lap. “You know the word, Kitten.”
I shrug. “I’m not begging for it.”
“It’s not begging,” Ryker whispers. “It’s giving me permission topleaseyou.”
My breath catches in my throat. I blink a few times to clear the sudden moisture in my eyes. No man on earth has ever talked to me like this. No man on earth ever cared.
It was dangerous territory. My body, brain, and heart went to war. In the end, General Coochie Mama won.
“Please,” the word barely escapes my lips when Ryker kisses me again. Softly, this time. Savoring my lips, then my cheeks, my ears. I reach for him, but he grabs my hands and holds them down to the bed.
“No, Kitten. I’m in charge of your pleasure right now. So, let me do this,” Ryker warns.
He helps me out of my shirt and pants and orders me to scoot back on the bed.
I’m naked as a jaybird, covered in bruises and cuts, and he simply stares. From head to toe, he takes in my naked form. I move to cover my breasts, but he swats my hands away.
“No. I want to see you. All of you.”
I blush.Things No Man Has Ever Said To Me, Part Two.
“I want to see all of you, too,” I point to his fully-clothed form. “That would please me greatly.”
Ryker chuckles and is naked in a flash. I swear he moves with superhuman speed, but I don’t think about it too long because a very naked, very hard, and erect Ryker is hovering above me. My eyes can’t get enough of him. I memorize every plane of his face. I take in those tattoos that tell a story that I haven’t deciphered yet.
One in particular, on his right pec, grabs my attention. I trace over the lines with my index finger.
“This seems,” I glance at Ryker, who’s holding his breath. “Familiar.”
“Picked it out of a book,” Ryker whispers.
I can tell he’s lying.
Before I can call him on it, his lips and tongue trace a path from the back of my ear down to my breasts.
He swirls his tongue around both nipples before heading south to the Coochie Mama Neighborhood.
I bend my knees and spread my legs.
He pauses to look at me again. “Tell me what feels good. What you want more of.”
I can only nod. My nerve endings are on fire for this man.
Ryker presses his hands into the inside of my knees, licking up from one knee to my core. But before he gets to the promised land, he moves back to the other knee, repeating the process there.
I moan in frustration. I didn’t think I could get any wetter, but here we are.
“That doesn’t feel… awesome,” I complain.
“Just wait,” Ryker grins darkly before he returns to my coochie. He traces a path around the entrance to my pussy, around and around, until he thrusts his tongue inside.
“Holy shit!”
