Page 25 of His Brazen Bride

“N-no,” I say, shifting, spreading my legs wider, lifting my pussy toward him. I want more of his mouth. I want to feel that suede tongue licking at my folds and delving inside me.

But Jeez, he’s taking his sweet time.

“Please, Ryz,” I whine, unable to stop the plea that escapes my lips.

He exhales a deep, throaty sound and gets into a sitting position beside me. I watch the shadows of his long, thick fingers slide over my sex, teasing and touching, circling my clit. He alternates barely grazing me with firmer touches. I gasp after every one of his movements and I reach behind me to grab onto the headboard, the sensations maddening.

“Those sounds…” Ryz says, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard. “I crave them.” He teases my clit and my back arches.

“Yes…” I moan.

“Your body is so responsive,” he whispers. “I think you like this.”

Then one of his thick fingers slides into me.

“Ohhh,” I half moan, half gasp. I’m not usually into fingering. But Ryz—holy hell—seems to know exactly what he’s doing.

He goes slow, working more of his finger in with each push.

“Weird?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

“No,” I say, breathless. “Amazing.” I moan as he rolls over some magical spot inside.

Damn.I shudder.

“Excellent.” He continues to stroke my insides like he’s a trained professional. “You’re so wet,” he pants. “I can’t…”

He slides down between my legs and licks me from bottom to top.

I cry out, as his big suede tongue devours me, exploring every secret spot, rolling over every inch of my flesh. My climax is building fast.

“Ryz, that’s so good. You’re going to make me come.” I’m writhing under his mouth, my hands scrabbling frantically at the headboard.

He growls and groans and purrs—all sounds that lead me to believe he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

He doesn’t stop. My pussy clenches around his finger. “Oh god, oh god, ohgod,” I pant, the sensations overwhelming me.

Then my orgasm slams into me like a truck and my body spasms. “Yes! Yes!Fuck!Ryz, I’m coming!”

It only makes him grip my thighs tighter as his mouth works my tender pussy, his finger crooking inside me.

I continue yelping and jerking as my nerve endings explode, my body a hot, fiery mess.

“My sweet Queen…” he coos, licking up my cream like he can’t get enough.

When he finally pulls away, I’m a mess.

His finger slips out of me and he kisses up my pelvis, over my stomach, and caresses one breast with his fingers, lazily sucking the other.

Wow…

I groan as his hard cock presses against my leg. At least I think that’s his cock. Maybe a giant moray eel slid between us when I wasn’t looking.

He lifts up onto his arms, staring down at me, his blue eyes glowing in the darkness like a neon sign. Is he smiling? I reach up to touch his mouth.

Yep, smiling.

And it makesmesmile.

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