Page 99 of Love Without Demands

“No,” I assured him, though I walked slowly in the high heels. Nothing killed sexy vibes quicker than a broken ankle. After cleaning myself and using the restroom, I emerged into the room. It was a suite with a large sitting room in front of floor-to-ceiling windows and a door off to the side that I assumed was the bedroom.

But the focal point of the space was the man sitting with widely spread legs in a roomy navy-blue armchair. He’d untucked and unbuttoned his shirt, giving me a view of the prime real estate that was Rider’s torso.

His gaze was focused intently on me, the eyes of an animal ready to rut, and one hand rested on his crotch. As soon as he saw me, his fingers curled around the thick rod in his pants, making the outline of his cock visibly apparent.

My freshly cleaned pussy dripped at the sight. He looked so fucking dark and dominant, and my steps faltered when he held a hand up in astopgesture.

“Undress for me, querida.” The demand was delivered quietly, but it was a demand nonetheless. So I did.

“Eres tan jodidamente hermosa,” he said in a sexy Spanish accent—which made me want to kiss the hell out of those full lips—before translating. “So fucking beautiful. Now I want to see how you look on your knees for me.”

His hungry eyes roved up and down my naked body as I lowered myself to my knees. “Fuck,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Crawl to me, Lena.”

Sweet baby Jesus in a manger!This was some next level shit. I’d read about this in romance novels, but it had never turned me on when a man asked a woman to crawl to him. But from the mouth of this man? It was a different story altogether.

So I dropped to all fours and crawled across the plush, carpeted floor until I was directly in front of the imposing man. His hand reached out and stroked my cheek, and I tilted into the affectionate touch.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re my good girl.”

My cheeks heated at his praise, and my chin dipped demurely. “Thank you, Rider.”

With two fingers beneath my chin, he lifted my face and leaned forward for a tender kiss. “Sacame la verga.” I blinked at him, not understanding. I’d had three years of Spanish in high school, but I wasn’t familiar with that phrase. “Take my cock out,” he explained, leaning back and looking arrogant as hell as he waited for me to follow his order.

I did it gladly, unbuckling his black leather belt with meticulous fingers before undoing the button at his waist. When I lowered his zipper tooth by tooth, I raised my eyes to his. A tightness strained his jaw, and I was afraid he’d snap a tendon when I reached into his underwear and pulled out his dripping cock.

“Devórame por completo,” he groaned, and I didn’t need a translation for that. He wanted me to devour him completely.

And I would. But first… My tongue looped around and around his mushroom head, licking up his arousal before cleaning his shaft with long, slow licks.

“Mmmm, you taste good. Is all this for me?” I teased, stroking the hard length of him before wrapping my lips around his crown.

“Hell yes, baby. All for you. Suck me down. Please.” His voice trembled around the plea, and I’d never felt more powerful. Yes, maybe I crawled across the floor for this man, but now I had him begging for my mouth.

I lowered down onto him, inch by inch, my lips stretching around his girth. One of his hands wrapped several times around my long blonde ponytail, and the other gripped my throat as I bobbed up and down on him.

“Joder, sí. Me chupas la polla muy bien, bebe. Tu boca es tan caliente, tan perfecta.” I caught enough of that to know he was still praising me. But to be honest, it didn’t matter what he said when he spoke in Spanish to me. He could have been saying he likes piña coladas and getting caught in the rain, and it would have sounded sexy.

His fingers tightened slightly around the sides of my neck. “Tell me whose cock is stuffed in your mouth, Lena. Choke out my fucking name.”

I did, though he was filling every inch of my mouth with his thrusts, and it came out more like “Wy-wer.”

Rider dropped his head back against the chair, his moans becoming louder as he abused my mouth in the very best way. I’d orgasmed in the elevator less than fifteen minutes ago, but the sensuality of this situation had me wanting more.

Twisting my ponytail, he controlled the movements of my head as he lifted his fine ass from the chair and fucked up into my mouth. He was so long and thick, causing saliva to drip down my chin.

“Fuck, I’m about to blow in your pretty mouth, Lena. Can you take it?”

I nodded, wanting it all, and took his length as far as I could down my throat, doing my best to suppress my gag reflex. The first spurt was huge, and I clung to his thick thighs, drinking him down as he bit out a mixture of English and Spanish curse words.

When his body finally sagged deeply into the chair, I smiled around my mouthful before releasing him and kissing up his torso. He pulled me into his lap, his face the picture of serenity when he traced my face with his fingers.

“Dios, woman. You blew my damn mind.”

“That’s not all I blew,” I reminded him, earning me a chuckle before his face turned serious.

“You were perfect, cariño.” Eyes the color of the ocean locked on mine as he used his thumb to gently clean around my mouth.

“What is cariño?”

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