Page 6 of Ripple Effect, Vol. 3

And the moment I reach her, that’s exactly what I’ve done, when her muscles leap beneath her skin.

Gliding my hand across her throat, I go straight for that T-shirt, the only barrier to what I want, right here, right now. Snaking my arm up the hem of it, I skate my hand over her flat stomach to the edge, following the curve of her body upward until I relieve the weight of her full breast in my palm, and thumb her nipple.

Her shoulders roll back—she surrenders to me, letting me touch her without a single utterance in protest.

I tip her head to the side, inhaling the clean scent of soap on her skin, as I drag my tongue across her throat for a taste.

Her lips part on a gasped breath, and she arches against me, those round, perfect tits jutting out from the cotton. “I didn’t hear you come in. I was just washing up breakfast dishes.”

“I’m not paying you to clean.” I abandon her breast for the smooth, bare mound of self-destruction calling out to me. Squeezing her throat just enough to keep her on her tiptoes, I reach between her thighs and run my finger down her wet slit. “I’m hungry.”

White-knuckling the edge of the sink, she bites her lip to stifle a quiet moan while I stroke her clit, soaking my skin with her arousal.

“All day, I thought about the taste of your wet cunt. I’ve been starving for it since I left this morning.” Warm silk clenches around my fingers when I dip two of them inside her, keeping a tight grip of her neck as she squirms in my arms.

Her body slides a little down my chest like her knees are giving out, but that doesn’t stop me from tormenting her. “If I tell you something, promise you won’t be mad.”

She better not have popped a pill or mad won’t even be the half of it.

“I don’t make promises, so you better just tell me.”

“I touched myself in your bed this afternoon.”

Jesus Christ, this woman’s going to be my fucking ruin.

“You entered my room when I asked you not to.” I spin her around, pushing her back into to the sink, and the moment her ass hits the edge of it, I lift her up onto the countertop beside it and nudge her ankles nice and wide, coaxing the T-shirt up her thighs. “You like breaking my rules, Dylan?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention all week. For some reason, you only touch me when I break them.”

“You want my attention?” I slide my palms up either thigh and squeeze her flesh as I press the painful hard-on she’s given me against her. “This what you’re looking for?” Rocking my hips into her, I watch her head tip back as I grind against her pussy. “Because that’s a lot of fucking attention. I’m not sure you want it.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m not sure you’ll give it to me, either.”

Goddamn this woman.

I reach across the sink to the glass of water she has set on the windowsill and fish for an ice cube. Setting it against her T-shirt, I circle her nipple, soaking the cotton, until I can see the dark areola and the perfect pink nipple peek from beneath as it saturates the fabric.

Setting her hands behind her, she moans, pushing her tits toward me, and I capture the exposed nipple in my teeth, sucking the water from her T-shirt.

“Ah! Ah shit!” Her arm buckles, but she catches herself and I release my bite, shoving the ice cube between my lips.

I drop down to my knee, where my face is level with her pussy and that mind-jacking scent that urges me to plow into this woman like a battering ram. I wrap her legs over my shoulders and her pink shell opens to me, like an invitation to debauchery.

I’m a sadist to the core, a twisted bastard who gets off on pain, but her pain is also her pleasure, and that is the most beautiful fucking thing about the two of us.

Face buried in her cunt, I glide the slowly melting ice cube over her clit, a move that has her squirming on the tiles. As the last of the ice cube melts in my mouth, I suck the water that’s mixed with her own juices, damn near slurping it, and she bucks beneath me.

“Rip! Oh my God.” Her squeal of pleasure casts a thrilling jolt down my spine.

My dick’s ready to crawl out of my fucking briefs at this point.

Tamping it down, I rise up, slide her thighs around my waist, and carry her to the kitchen table. Nabbing the adjacent chair, I position myself between her legs and place her hand at her pussy. “Show me what I missed today.”

From inside the brown paper bag, I grab my burger, watching her face morph to a frown as she lifts her head from the table.

“You’re gonna eat, watching me do this?”

“Yep.” I bite down into the burger, allowing a hint of a smile, as I slowly chew. “I want to know what the hell you were thinking when you touched yourself in my bed, too.” I lift the burger for her to see. “I have one for you. You don’t come before I finish eating this and I’ll eat yours, too.”