I bucked against his face so hard that it shifted the bed. I braced myself against the headboard as it started banging against the wall. I succumbed to my desires. To the sizzling pleasure rushing through my veins that blocked out all of the pain I couldn’t seem to stomach. His tongue eased me. His stubble tickled me. And as his hands massaged my ass cheeks, I couldn’t take it any longer.
“I’m coming!” I cried out to the heavens.
Before my body unleashed.
“That’s it,” he grunted as he came up for air, “give it all to me.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered as I collapsed against him.
Every muscle in my body gave way, sending me plummeting toward the bed. And yet, somehow, Ranger managed to catch me. He contorted my body, being careful to mind my bruises, as he lowered my shaking body to the mattress. The world tilted around me. It was as if the bedroom had its own axis, and it was spinning at a thousand miles an hour.
I tossed my arm over my half-hooded gaze in an attempt to quell the surreal sensation.
Before I felt my legs being spread.
“Ranger?” I asked breathlessly.
He slid my legs on top of his before his fingers parted my pussy lips. “Mm, mm, mm. Look at that.”
“Range?” I whispered.
He slowly eased a finger into my soaking wet entrance. “Ugh. I can’t wait to fill you up.”
I gasped softly. “Oh.”
“You like that?”
My walls clamped around him. “So much.”
I felt another digit pierce my opening. “I can tell. You’re soaking my fingers in your wetness.”
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groaned.
I staked myself on his fingers as his chuckle wrapped around me. It cloaked me in the heat of the moment, and before I knew what I was doing, I found myself fucking my body on his fingers. His thumb pressed into my clit, his hand staying stationary as my body wiggled around. Trying its best to find that perfect pattern.
And yet, it wasn’t until he wrapped his free hand around my neck and took control that I finally found it.
“Sometimes, Daddy knows what’s best,” he said.
His steely stare stilled my movements, but it didn’t still his fingers.
“Shit,” I hissed as my eyes rolled back.
He tightened his grasp against my pulse point. “Eyes open.”
I forced them back open. “Range, I-I-I--.”
He bent down into my face. “Keep those eyes open, sweet girl. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about your punishment.”
With every stroke of his fingers, my gaze wanted to shut. With every circle of his thumb around my clit, my eyes wanted to flutter closed. It took every ounce of strength I had to keep my gaze open, but god damn it, I wanted to make him proud. I wanted to make him smile. I wanted to seek an end against his fingers before he licked me off his skin and praised me for being his good little girl.
I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in him—in all of them—so that I never had to come up for air ever again.
“Range,” I choked out.
“Oooooh, there it is,” he glowered.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned.
