Page 95 of Tight End

But he wouldn’t touch me. Not how I wanted.

That ends today.

Oliver is with his Mimi for the day, watching the game, and we have an hour before he has to leave. Which is why I walk in the penthouse, head held high, shoulders squared, ready to get exactly what I want.

Even if I have to fight dirty to get it. Him.

“Hey, Princess.” Ryan sits up on the couch, his arms extended along the back, looking like a whole-ass meal in his athletic shorts and a sleeveless Aces shirt. His brows rise at my attire, a shirt that says, “I like Big Sacks, Tight Ends, and a Strong D.”

“New shirt?”

“Do you like it? I had it made for the game today.” With the hair tie on my wrist, I tie my hair up in a loose bun on top of my head and turn around.

I’m a few feet away, but I can hear his growl loud and clear. “Are you fucking serious?”

With a smile stretching its way across my face, I glance over my shoulder. He’s leaned forward, his hands curling into fists on his thighs. “Oh, do you not like it?”

“I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard.”

“Oh, really?”

Another growl and he’s standing up, stomping over to me. His hands are on my shoulders and he’s turning me around. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you had them put ‘Property of Ryan Devlin’ on the back.” Another growl, this one followed by a disgruntled noise at the back of his throat. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here. You were just in a car accident.”

I run my tongue along my lower lip, loving how he tracks every little movement. His entire body is tense, his control teetering on the edge. I’m sure he’d love me to walk away, but instead I shrug, trailing a lazy finger down his chest. “I’m not looking for a gentleman.”

“June,” he manages to grit out, his teeth clenched together.

My fingers keep going down, trailing over his tight abs,until I reach the waistband of his shorts. “Lucky for you, I’m not easily breakable.”

Whatever he’s about to say turns into a choking noise as I fall to my knees, pulling his shorts and boxer briefs with me. His cock is hard, heavy, and there’s a drop of precum already leaking out of the tip. Before he can try to come up with any more flimsy excuses, I pitch forward, running my tongue along the underside of his dick.

“Fuck. Fuck.” His fingers sink into my hair, pulling half of it out of the bun. Good. “Goddamn, Princess.”

If he thinks this is good, I’m about to blow his mind. And well ... you know.

I slip him into my mouth, little by little, millimeter by torturous millimeter. I take my time, I tease—alternating between licking and sucking, loving every single curse that leaves his lips. He tastes so good, I can’t help but bring him to the back of my throat, making him gag me.

The groan that escapes him is loud, deep, so fucking strained, and he’s already coming undone. I love that I have this kind of control over him, that I can make him lose it.

Every second, every lap of my tongue, brings him closer and closer to that edge, and I know it won’t take much to push him over.

I want to own him as much as he owns me.

I’m sucking him to the back of my throat a second time, relaxing my body, taking him so deep. My eyes water. I gag around him, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

His thighs flex under my hands, and I work him faster, suck him harder. I want to feel him?—

Ryan pulls away with a pained moan, his cock popping from my mouth, glistening with my saliva. I’m already moving forward, closing the distance between us, but hewobbles back and sits on the couch. “Not this time, Princess. You get my cum when I’m stuffed inside your pretty pussy. Now come over here and sit on your throne.”

My leggings and the lacy blue thong I picked out for this occasion are on the floor in seconds. I’m about to pull off the sweatshirt when he puts up a hand.

“That stays on.” His voice is raw, primal. He’s barely hanging on.

Perfect.

I settle down on his lap, facing him, and his hands instantly go to my hips, steadying me. After having him in my mouth, I’m so desperate for him. I need to feel him inside me. I need him to fill me up, to mark me as his, to fuck us both into oblivion.

I reach around, lining him up at my entrance, and sink down on his cock. Fuck.Fuck. I’ve only got half of him inside me, and I’m already so full. He’s big, thick. No one has ever filled me like this.

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