Page 91 of Power of Shadow

And me? I admire the work of art.

Almost his entire arms and forearms are tattooed. Although this isn’t the time for a thorough examination, everything seems to fit together. His back must also be tattooed, as the image of flames extends to the front of his chest.

I love tattooed men, but this is something more.

My gaze follows the curves of his arms and the tautness of his abs, down to the dark hair leading to his hard cock.

At the sight of him, my mouth opens. He’s beautiful in his deception. So bad, so perfect for my fantasy. Pre-cum collects at the tip, and the view makes me lick my lips again. I’ve never been a big fan of blow jobs, but I think that’s about to change very soon.

“My dirty girl,” he whispers and starts play with my breasts.

Ryker treats them exactly the same way he treated my lips. He licks, sucks, and bites them. Treats them with the same focus. Meanwhile, he continues to let his hands wander over my body. They’re simply everywhere.

I squirm with impatience, arching my body to get even closer. I can’t believe what he’s doing to me. He was damn right about the primal thing and whatever else he said.

At this point, I can no longer concentrate. Moans escape from inside me.

“Ryker,” I gasp.

He doesn’t stop exploring me. Hot lips slide down to my stomach and his hands wander to my breasts, squeezing them, playing with my hard nipples. The stubble on his jaw teases my sensitive skin.

I’m breathing fast. Either I'll pass out or explode. Before he even touches my pussy.

And then his lips find my pubic mound.

Grabbing the edge of my panties with his teeth, he slides them down.

“These are staying,” he announces, running his hands over my stockings. “I’ve never seen anything sexier than you in my life.”

“But you own a strip club,” I point out.

“Exactly. That says a lot.”

I want to laugh, but Ryker grabs my thighs and spreads them apart. He scrutinizes me, as if he’s about to purchase a multi-million dollar car. “What are you looking at?”

His eyes meet mine. “I didn’t believe in heaven or angels—until now.”

I don’t have time to say a word before he puts his mouth on my pussy. Then he kisses me down there with the same greed and passion he showed my lips and breasts earlier.

My head is spinning from the dizzying sensation. My chest feels tight, and I can’t draw a full breath. I grip the bed tightly with my fists. Pleasure is building within my moans, heading for the abyss.

“Fuck—Ryker—I’m coming!”

“You’ll thank me later,” he says, pulling away for a moment.

That’s exactly what happens. Seconds later, I arch, moaning, as a wave of orgasm rolls over me. Ryker puts his hand on my pubic mound and continues to lick me until the last wave flows down to my toes.

He doesn’t even put a single finger inside me!

“Unbelievable,” I say to myself, but of course he hears me.

Ryker lifts himself up on his elbows and moves up. “What was that?”

“What you’re doing down there. It’s not always like that.”

“Challenge accepted. We’ll come back to that. My face just found paradise between your thighs. It tasted of nectar when you came on it. Now kiss me.”

And he kisses me tenderly. He strokes my hair as he does so. I can feel his smile the whole time.