Page 162 of The Right Move

“I’m not sure.”

He moans at the taste of me. “Well, just be sure to use my real name when I make you scream.”

Ryan takes me to the bed, tossing me on the mattress. I’m tall for a girl and I’ve never had the pleasure of being thrown around. I want to be bent into different positions. I want to be held and heaved. I want to feel dominated.

With the predatory way Ryan is stalking towards the bed, I have no doubt I will be.

He unbuttons his shirt as he stands over me, slowly revealing his cut chest and carved stomach. “Ask me for what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He doesn’t react, only continues to undress for me.

“Will you please fuck me?” I correct without guidance.

His ocean eyes flicker to me with a wash of pride. “My smart girl is learning, I see.”

“Do you like this, Ryan? Do you like me begging for every little thing?”

He tosses his shirt on the floor—surprisingly.

“Do you?”

A flush heats my cheeks. “Yes.”

Unzipping himself, he steps out of his pants, once again reminding me of just how impressive he is. “That’s because you know I’ll give you every fucking thing you could ever ask for. You stopped worrying about your own needs a long time ago, Indy, but I want you to hear yourself ask and I want to watch you take.”

Goddamn. I’m fairly certain this man could make me orgasm from his words alone.

But he’s right. I never thought about it that way, but there’s a vulnerability in asking for the things I want and expecting them in return. I spent a lot of years asking and hoping for the life I wanted. It’s almost as if my words were never heard so I stopped asking at all.

Ryan wants me to ask and expect a return because he’ll deliver, and I know he’s not only referring to the bedroom, but our life outside of these walls.

“So, ask me for what you want, Indy.”

“Will you explain, in detail, everything you’re going to do to me?” Licking my lips, I find myself enjoying the taste of those words.

He grabs my dress bunched at my hips and yanks it, pulling me to the edge of the bed before slipping it down my legs. It meets his pants and shirt on the floor, and I want to praise him for being in the moment and not giving a shit about them.

A wicked grin lifts on his lips. “First”—he pulls me by my wrists to sit up—“you’re going to take these off me.” He places my fingertips on the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Then you’re going to make some of your pretty noises that I love so much when you put my cock inside your pussy. I’m going to pull your hair. I’m going tell you how well you’re taking it, how pretty you look stretched around me. I’m going to fuck you on your back then on your knees. And when you come, it’ll be after I give you permission to.”

My thighs rub together, but Ryan separates them, taking another step towards me.

“And the whole time, I’m going to give you everything you need because I love you.”

Hands threaded into my hair, he does exactly what he promised, pulling my head back to kiss me. Languid strokes of his tongue run against mine as we take our time, savoring every lick and taste. There’s nothing rushed about it, until I pull his briefs down and circle the base of his cock with my fist.

Tugging and stroking it in my hand, Ryan’s kisses become deeper, more passionate, punctuated by grunts and moans. Even though he’s in control, both of us are acutely aware of who is truly in charge. If I wanted to take over, he’d gladly let me, and I love that dynamic. I choose to let him use me however he wants.

Ryan pulls my underwear off, quickly discarding them, and my legs automatically circle his, pulling him into me. I lie back as Ryan’s cock slides against me.

We both whimper.

He repeats the motion, staring as my arousal coats his dick. Skin to skin. Hard and soft. I want him bare and inside of me so much it hurts, but I’ll never say it. Not yet anyway.

“Fuck,” he exhales, running his length through me. “Look how good it looks with you all over me, Blue.”

His cock is stiff and hot, angry veins running the length. A simple slip and he’d be inside of me, filling me. I can see him thinking, watching with admiration. He doesn’t want to stop to grab a condom.

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