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Emily was mine, and as her delicious flavor burst on my tongue, I made it my personal mission to leave her branded. Dragging my tongue through from cunt to clit, I sucked the hardened nub between my lips and flicked my tongue until her hips began to buck, determined to pull a symphony of satisfied moans from her.

She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her - locking her to me.

“Ryan … you need to … breathe,” she gasped.

Letting her rise slightly, I said, “I can breathe fine. Stop worrying about me and come on my fucking face.”

I tugged her down and she finally relaxed, letting me do exactly what she needed to drive her higher toward her peak. With each swipe of my tongue and each suck on her clit she relaxed a bit more until I no longer had to worry about her lifting from me again as she lost herself to the pleasure.

Her climax crashed over her, and it was the most beautiful experience to witness. She moaned out as her clit pulsed against my tongue, and I licked her through each wave. An intense, almost primal, satisfaction rushed through me knowing I brought her to that point. I wanted to be the only one who would take her there for the rest of my life.

Chapter 26

Emily

Holy shit! Never in my life had I come so hard from a tongue. Everything in my body suddenly stopped working as intense waves of pleasure ignited everywhere. For a second, he made me believe in an afterlife because I was positive I was dead and in heaven.

As the waves settled, I lifted from Ryan’s face, shocked at what I’d just done. I’d never ridden someone’s face before - not that I’d been asked to - but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. In most cases it would be a bad thing, but fuck! I couldn’t be bothered to care about his demands if this was the type of outcome I’d get from complying.

Collapsing to the bed, I pushed my fingers into my hair, feeling the sweat gathering at my brow line. I was warm, so freaking warm and relaxed, and also empowered. I’d never felt more beautiful, or desirable, than I had in that moment.

“I’m not done with you,” Ryan stated, rolling to me and kissing my stomach.

“I don’t know how you plan on topping that,” I breathed out, still trying to regulate my racing heart.

He simply chuckled, before he moved his hand to the button on his jeans. As he shoved them down, taking boxers with them, his cock sprang free, and I gulped. Mentally, I couldn’t help but berate myself for avoiding this man from the moment he entered town.

I could have had that for years? And my stupid no dating people from Maple Creek rule stopped it? I cock blocked myself!

As Ryan moved, my widened eyes moved to his face and he flashed a mischievous grin at me.

“I have a point to prove,” he said, as his finger dipped between my wet slit.

“What’s that?” I gasped, as he dragged the wetness to my clit and drew a tight circle there.

“Your book boyfriends are great, but I can still do it better.”

Two fingers slid into my pussy as his thumb rubbed against my clit. My hips bucked off the bed as he worked the sensitive nerves until pleasure took over. Heat pooled in my lower stomach and pushed out through my body. Ryan was propped above me on one arm as his fingers messaged the beautiful pleasure center inside of me. My eyes drifted closed as my head pushed back into the pillow under it.

“Eyes on me. I want you to see exactly who controls your pleasure.”

My eyes snapped open, taking in his heated stare. A wave of desire rushed through me, and he groaned as my walls clamped around his fingers. His head lowered and he took a nipple into his mouth. As his tongue flicked over the peak, my hand pushed into his hair. The pump of his fingers sped up, and as I rushed toward another climax, I moaned out.

When the pleasure curled into a tight coil, my hand snapped out to grab his wrist and my back arched.

“Ryan!” I screamed out as the coil snapped and my orgasm rushed through me.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he praised as his fingers continued to move in me, keeping me at my high. “So fucking beautiful when you come.”

As his movements slowed, I began to come down from the high. My body twitched as he removed his hand from my pussy and slid his fingers into his mouth. He kept his eyes on mine as he slowly dragged his fingers out.

“You taste like mine,” he stated, and my mouth dropped open.

As he rolled away, a side table drawer opened and shut, before he rolled back to me and kissed my lips. The kiss deepened and as his tongue slid into my mouth, I could taste myself there.

The crinkle of a condom wrapper sounded but it didn’t pull my attention from the way he devoured me. His five o’clock shadow scratched against my face and the palm of my hand. As I remembered the way it scraped against the insides of my thighs, a rush of wetness pooled in me again.

He maneuvered his body above mine and my other hand reached down. As I lifted my knees, my hand wrapped around his condom covered cock and it twitched at the touch. Together we guided the head to meet my entrance. As he pushed in, my hand went to his hip and we moaned into each other’s mouths.

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