Page 120 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

“Yours.” I sigh, wrapping my arms around him as I ground against his erection. I pull on his hair so his face could tilt upward, exposing his throat for me. I latch onto his Adam’s apple, kissing it tenderly. “I’m yours, Rurik. Just like you’re mine.”

Rurik makes a strangled sound as he looks down at me. His face flushing red, his eyes bright, and his lips swollen. “Where’s your bedroom, Briar?”

He lets me go gently, letting me pull him down the hallway. As soon as he sees my bed, he immediately scoops me in his arms and dumps me on top. I don’t even have time to say anything because his huge body is already covering mine.

Hands are everywhere, clothes torn and thrown left and right as we continue to latch on to one another. Our lips were glue together, and our hands explore everything we could reach.

“Fuck, Briar,” Rurik groans when my hands reach between us, and I wrap my hands around his thick, hard dick.

“It’s so good to see you again, Rurik’s dick,” I tease, stroking him up and down as precum leaks on my belly.

He releases a choked laugh, dropping his forehead against mine. “Briar,” His intoxicating breath giving me much-needed air.

I wrap my legs around his waist and shift my entire body weight until I’m straddling him, eliciting a look of wide-eyed surprise from him.

Ugh, he’s so fucking sexy.

And I am so fucking wet.

Who needs foreplay when he can just slip right inside me now because of how ready I am?

“Briar,” He starts as I continue to grind against him. He draws a rough breath and groans, “Fuck me.”

I lean down to kiss his jaw as I tease, “You ready to give me your virginity, angel?”

He thrusts his hips, and I fight the moan, wanting to escape my lips. I grab his wrists and pin them on either side of his face.

“Damn it, Briar!” Rurik growls, eyes blazing with exasperation.

“Tell me what you want, Rurik,” I whisper against his ear, nibbling on his earlobe.

He shudders deliciously, making me grin silently.

“Fuck you, Briar. Fuck… You.” He groans as I squeeze and stroke his dick with my hand again.

I made a tsk sound. “Say something more creative than that, angel.” I pout, leaning back to stare at him.

Lust, annoyance, frustration, and desire filter his features as he stares at me. He swallows hard, and I quickly kiss the lump on his throat.

“Fuck me, Briar,” Rurik whispers as I kiss his jaw.

“Say something else,” I whisper back, stroking him up and down.

“I want to be inside you.”

“Something else.”

“I want to see your tight pussy swallow my cock.”

“Something else, angel.”

“I want to thrust inside you and feel your pussy clench tightly around my cock as I fuck you hard and slow.”

“Something. Else.”

“I want to fill your tight little pussy with my cum. I want to watch it drip down your inner thighs. Then I want to lick it back into your pussy, and keep it in there.”

What the… Oh.

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