Page 78 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

He chuckled darkly and took his time fiddling with the button. “Should I open this up and see what’s underneath, hm?”

“Yes, sir. Please.” She reached her arms up around his neck, stretching her body across the bike to expose every inch to the rain and sky, and to his searing gaze. “I want you to see.”

Need hit him like a bullet, white-hot and piercing to the core.

The reward first, then.

“Do I get to play with what I find?” he murmured, releasing her throat to run his hand along her chest and squeeze her other breast. She’d stilled, and that pleased him very much. Already learning so fast. So eager. He popped the button open, toying with the zipper before pulling it down, knick by knick.

She groaned and arched into him, his forearm bracing them together. “Yes, sir.”

Two more knicks. He tugged the zipper halfway down.

“Is this pussy mine to please, mine to torture in any way I see fit?” He grinned, knowing every word prolonged her anticipation. Every answer forced her to neglect her own want and focus on his demands.

“Yes, Sir. Please, I can’t—”

His teeth sunk into her neck, directly over the hickey he left earlier. “What did I say about that word,” he growled against her pulse.

“That I’ll—oh.” She gasped, unable to continue as he finished pulling down the zipper and rubbed small circles over the thin veil of her panties. They were soaked through as much as the rest of her clothes, but this wetness had nothing to do with the weather. “That I get a mark each time I say it,” she managed to finish.

“Good girl.” The exposed skin on her stomach pebbled, her legs widening as he rubbed her clit. Then he pulled away the last layer and slipped his fingers between the folds of her pussy. “Now, let me see what I have to work with.”

His other hand drew tight circles around her nipple, plucking then teasing again as he spread her labia. She was so soft all over, so pink, her blushing center glossed with her own arousal. So ripe for his picking.

His hunger had grown into an insatiable craving from this morning, his appetite unrivaled for the sweetest fruit of them all. But he maintained an impassive façade, inspecting her like she was merely livestock he’d won in an auction. Testing her quality, ensuring she’d be up to the tasks he wanted her to perform.

Holding her open with his thumb and middle finger, he traced around her entrance, up to the top of her wet seam, and pulled back the hood of her clit. It was exactly as he wanted, swollen and tender and begging. He licked his lips but left it untouched. Rewards were meant to be savored.

Then, his finger traveled down until it pressed against the small ring of muscle behind her entrance. Her back arched, and with all the slick and suddenness of her movement, the tip of his finger breached her tightest hole.

“Shit,” he breathed.

She whimpered, immediately trying to settle herself.

Dammit, she was tight. And hot. Wiggling around her rim, he tested her response as she threw back her head and parted her lips.

His cock swelled, some primal caveman instinct telling him to grow even bigger, even harder at the thought of puncturing her most private place. One day, she’d earn that. He had no doubt that one day, she’d earn everything.

For now, though, he had a mission to fulfill.

Easing out gently, he brought his thumb down on her clit and gave it a slow, firm circle. She tensed, the muscles in her stomach clenching in the same way he knew her pussy would, the way it would grip and hold him right where she needed it—and that thought had him stabbing two fingers inside her, pressing down where she pressed back, rubbing that particular rough patch that made her squirm and curl her toes.

“Sir—” She gasped.

Another moan cut her off.

He gave her breast a final tug before gliding over the dainty ribbon at her neck and up her jaw, clamping his hand over her mouth. “Keep moaning, sweetheart. Let me hear all your beautiful cries as I make you come.”

Muffled, she did as she was told, her lips pliant under his calloused palm.

“This morning only made you want more, didn’t it?” he hummed in her ear, forcing her to take it slow and deep as he curled his fingers and flicked her clit with his thumb, keeping her spread and lubed with her own arousal.

She nodded.

“Good,” he murmured. “I’m going to give it to you.”

Her thighs trembled as she strangled his bike, just like she’d done to his head earlier. He never knew he’d be so jealous of a hunk of metal.

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