Page 130 of My Ruthless Opponent

“What? I am trying to help.” I give him a serene smile. It stills when he begins to smile.

“Wanna help me, princess?” He cocks his eyebrow.

I eye him suspiciously before nodding.

“If you insist.” He says before grabbing me by the waist and planting me on my feet.

Delving his fingers in my hair, he tips my head back and bites the corner of my mouth.

“Kneel.”

The glazed look in his eyes and the curt command makes me speechless.

Before I could try to muster up my wits to respond, Raleigh forces me down to my knees with the grip he has on my hair.

“Helpme like you mean it.” My eyes snap up to find him smirking at me.

“Be rough with me and you’ll be sorry,” I warn but my lips curl in a sardonic smirk. I subtly told him I’ll bite him if he is rough to me.

“Noted. Anything else, tigress?” He smiles.

I shake my head.

“Then get to it. I want to see those red lips wrapped around my cock.”

I reach for his belt and unbuckle him.

My fingers tremble as I unzip him, realizing that the thought of him in my mouth is turning me on even more.

I glance up at him. He is watching me, taking in my every move with rapt attention.

His cock juts out as soon as I finish unzipping him. Raleigh went commando tonight. Damn.

I never saw his cock. Just felt him in my hand and my pussy last night in the pool. Now that I am staring at it, I get why he is such an arrogant bastard. He is fucking huge.

I might be gawking at him for some time because Raleigh’s fingers tighten in my hair.

“Fucking tease, open that mouth.” He growls. And I smile up at him.

“Say please.”

“The fuck?”

“I didn’t stutter, baby.” I grin when he narrows his blue eyes.

“You wanted to help, remember?”

“I offered out of my generosity. Seems like you don’t need any help. So say please or you could forget about seeing my red lips wrapped around your cock.” I bat my eyes at him.

He mutters a curse under his breath, then takes a deep breath. “Please. Now open your fucking mouth.” He brings me closer to him with the grip on my hair. His other hand wraps around his cock. He then glides the head of his cock against my lips, coating them with his pre-cum.

I smile at him triumphantly before taking him in my mouth. We both groan. He tastes good.

I was never a fan of giving head. Never expected anyone to go down on me either. Sex was mechanical for me. Aid to make me feel when I couldn’t feel.

In the past, I used sex to get off. To release the tension.

It was never filled with the urge to taste each other.

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