Page 78 of Ruthless Enforcer

“When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” I thread my fingers through her wet hair and guide her closer. Watching her face, I murmur, “Start slow, just your tongue. Get used to me first."

She leans forward and licks a slow stripe up the underside of my cock, base to tip, and I have to lock my jaw to keep from groaning out loud.

"Like that?" she asks, glancing up at me with a wicked look in her eyes.

"You know exactly what you’re doing, Duchess." My voice is strained, barely controlled. "Do it again."

She does. She's methodical about it, the same way she is with her painting—learning the shape of me, testing what makes my breath catch, paying attention to every reaction. When she finally wraps her lips around the head and sucks gently, I nearly come apart.

"Fuck." My hands tighten in her hair and I thrust up into her mouth. “Clara.”

She hums around me, pleased with herself, and the vibration makes my vision blur.

I let her explore for another minute—maybe two—watching the way her mouth stretches around me, the way her tongue flicks against the sensitive underside, the way she looks up at me through her lashes like she's asking if she's doing it right.

She is. God, she is.

But if I let her keep going, I'm going to come down her throat, and I want more than that. I want to watch her face when she takes me. I want to feel her body wrapped around mine. I want to savor every second of this before reality crashes back in.

I pull her off and settle her back on my lap. Before she can say anything, I clasp the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine.

Fuck, I need her. Breaking the kiss before it breaks me, I reach for the condom, tearing it open with my teeth.

“You so liked that.” She’s breathless and flushed and so fucking beautiful it hurts.

I bark a laugh as I roll the condom on. “I think you’ll have to practice some more before we can make a definitive conclusion.”

The condom in place, I turn her around so her back is facing me. I take my cock in one hand and guide her with the other. "Sit on me, Duchess."

She sinks down slowly, and we both gasp as I enter her. She’s still so fucking snug my eyes nearly cross. I’ve never felt anything so good.

Once I’m halfway in, I move her legs to drape over mine, settling her back against my chest, one arm around her waist to hold her steady. I press my mouth to her shoulder, her neck, anywhere I can reach. "Think you can take a little more?"

“Of you? Yes.” She moves her hips, takes me deeper, inch by inch, until she's fully seated on my lap and we're both breathing hard.

"Okay?" I ask, even though I'm barely holding on.

"Better than okay." She leans back against my chest, her head falling onto my shoulder.

"Good." I slide one hand up to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers. The other I slide down to her pussy, touching her slowly while I play with her nipple.

She gasps, and I feel her clench around me. “I thought I was going to ride you. This is less me riding you and more like a stallion covering a mare.”

"I like that.” Increasing the pressure on her clit, I bite down gently on her shoulder. "You like being covered, Duchess? You like feeling me this deep?"

"Yes." She tilts her head toward mine and kisses my neck. "I didn't know it would feel like this."

"Like what?" I thrust into her slowly, steadily.

She moans. "Like I can't think. Like I don't want to."

"Right now, there’s nothing to think about, except you and me." I soothe the bite with my tongue, then nip her earlobe. I pinch her nipple, just hard enough to make her gasp. "And this."

She whimpers, her hips rolling against me, and I reward her by rubbing her faster. She bucks against me, grinding down as I rock into her. Her left arm rises to clutch my hair, and her right hand presses over mine, between her thighs.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” I slide our fingers down to where we're joined, where my cock is stretching her open. "You want to touch yourself?"

She kisses my neck again before nipping it. "I want you to touch me."