Page 146 of My Ruthless Opponent

My nails dig in his chest.

God, is this how sex is supposed to be? I want him so much I feel like fainting with desire. I might kill him if he doesn’t give me what I want.

He pulls back to kiss me again. This one rougher than before. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, and I melt. I melt against him by seeinghisneed for me.

He grinds his cock where I am burning for him.

Each stroke of his tongue, I feel it between my legs. He kisses me until I can’t form a thought.

Raleigh tears his mouth from mine and drops to his knees on the carpeted floor.

I watch him in a daze, so far gone that I can’t talk.

He pushes my already bunched-up dress higher and yanks my panties down my legs.

He stares up at me. My heart skips a beat at the heat in his gaze.

He parts my knees, exposing my bare pussy to him completely.

“You want me to make the ache go away, princess?”

I can only nod. But I don’t want him on his knees. I want him inside me.

My thought must have been written all over my face because he smiles.

“Iwillfuck you, princess. But with my tongue.”

I cry out when his mouth latches on my sensitive and sore pussy. His tongue darts out, taking a long lick of my folds before sucking them in his mouth.

I spasm, my eyes rolling back when he hums against my slick core.

Bringing the long dress up, I stuff my mouth with it and bite down. Hard.

“This pussy is mine.” He declares before flicking my clit with his tongue.

He doesn’t ask for me to repeat it. Or confirm it. He knows he owns my pussy. And me. He is aware of the crazy control he has on me and my feelings.

I buck my hips, my hands flying to his hair, but he clasps them and pins them on the table.

How can he be so attentive to my wounds in the throes of passion is anyone’s guess.

With a groan, I buck my hips again, grinding my pussy against his face. His grip on my wrists tightens.

The room fills with my moans.

He groans and licks deeper as if he loves my taste and can’t get enough of it.

My back arches. My fractured breaths and gasps make the dress slip from my lips and cover Raleigh’s head.

I watch his head move beneath my dress. The vision is so erotic, it sends fiery sensations down my spine.

“Raleigh…” I throw my head back when he begins fucking me with his tongue. My thighs start to shake and I whimper his name again and again.

He abandons my entrance and moves up to suck on my clit. I jerk, my hands still caged by him.

When he dives back down again and thrusts his tongue, I freeze, my lips open on a hoarse scream as my inner walls contract around his tongue.

Wave after wave of pleasure floods me, making me forget everything else, even my name.

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