Page 42 of If You Fight

With a smirk, he shook his head. “Nope. Tonight I get to be spoiled by enjoying you completely.”

“I don’t think you’re the only one who gets to have a good time since you’ll be doing all the work.”

He slid his hand down between my breasts and shook his head. “Trust me. It’s not work to go down on you.”

My nipples tightened from his touch on my skin, sending waves of pleasure down my body straight to my pussy. It never failed to amaze me how hands so violent with others could give me so much happiness. Hard and rough, they had broken bones and bloodied people, but when they touched me, his hands brought me to sensual heights no other man’s ever could.

“We might have to make some adjustments tonight. My ribs are killing me,” Ryder said as he climbed onto the bed, grimacing in pain.

“How about instead of you down below me you can just lay there while I’m on top of you?”

He sat back on his heels and nodded. “Sounds pretty lazy for me, I know. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t need to, but they’re hurting like a son of a bitch tonight.”

I patted the sheets next to me. “Lie down and take it easy. You’re still doing all the work, so you won’t hear any complaints from me.”

Slowly, he lowered himself to the bed and looked over at me. “Don’t worry. I promise this won’t affect my performance, ma’am.”

“No worries here, but how about you stop referring to me like I’m your district manager?”

Ryder smiled at my joke. “Now that’s a job title. District manager of eating pussy. Eastern region.”

Kissing him lightly on the lips, I giggled. “Imagine that on a job application. How do you want me to do this? I don’t want to cause you any more pain, and I have a feeling if I move the wrong way, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

“Just don’t sit too far down on my chest. Don’t worry. If you get too close, I’ll push you up.”

I sat up and shook my head. “This might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever done.”

My sarcasm wasn’t lost on him. “Trust me. Once my mouth settles in and does its thing, you’re going to forget all about this preliminary stuff.”

In the most indelicate way ever, I flung my left leg over him and knelt above his face. Looking down, I tried to feel sexy instead of intensely awkward. “Interesting view, huh?”

His gaze traveled up between my legs and then my body to focus on my face. His hands cupped my ass, and smiling, he said, “It’s beautiful. Like a flower ready to bloom.”

“That’s so poetic, Ryder.”

He rolled his eyes. “I read it once. Now be quiet and let me work my magic.”

I pretended to zip my lip as he gently flicked his tongue over my clit. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and the feel of his fingers teasing the inside of my thighs, so close to where I craved his touch, made me roll my hips in the hope he’d give me what I craved.

My fingers tightened in his hair with every stroke of his tongue over my needy pussy, and when he sucked my clit between his lips, I tugged hard to keep him right on that spot. His mouth and how he used it on me felt sublime. If he stopped now, I’d beg him to give me more, willing to trade anything to keep his mouth on me.

“Oh, God…Ryder, that’s it…don’t stop…please, don’t stop…” I whimpered while his tongue focused on my pussy and he fucked me with his fingers, sliding one and then two inside me.

I looked down to see him smile as he stared up at me, watching my reaction to what he was doing to me. His mouth took me to the very edge and then eased me back as only he could do. Over and over, I watched him use his mouth so expertly, like he understood exactly what would give me the most pleasure and how to prolong it just by knowing my body as no one else did.

My release began to uncoil inside me, and I pulled hard on his hair. “I’m almost there. Oh, right there. That’s it,” I moaned as he sucked hard on my clit and pumped his fingers into me.

Seconds later, I felt the familiar, sweet sensation of my body surrendering to him. I rolled my hips and he held me tightly to his mouth, lapping up everything my pussy offered.

When I finished, I sagged against his chest, my hands barely able to hold me up as they clutched the headboard. Beneath me, he wore the expression of a conquering hero.

“You look completely satisfied with what you did there, you know that?” I said, looking down at him.

“There’s nothing like making a woman come so hard she rides your face like a bucking bronco,” he said, practically gloating.

“That’s a sexy image.” Lifting my leg, I eased it over his chest and sat down beside him. “I hope I looked better than some rodeo rider.”

He turned his head to face me and chuckled. “I didn’t see any fringe, so I think you definitely looked better than a rodeo rider.”

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