Page 54 of Ride By Your Side

“Oh, don’t worry. I fully intend to satisfy my wife tonight, but first, I need you to tell me what you want me to do,” he commands.

I’m more impatient than ever, but I’m also willing to give him what he wants, as long as he’s just as willing to give me what I want in return. Luckily, he doesn’t fully keep me waiting. His lips trail up my thigh, inching closer to where I need him most, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to make me come with that perfect mouth of yours.” I give in, not caring how pathetically desperate I sound, even to my own ears, because it’s the truth. It’s exactly what I want—no, what Ineedhim to do.

“Your wish is my command,” he murmurs, delivering on that promise as he flattens his tongue and runs it along my achingly wet seam. My body reacts instantly, far too eager as I involuntarily thrust toward his face.

“So greedy.” He chuckles, his voice deep and velvety smooth. “But I like a greedy woman who knows what she wants. And I fully intend to be the one to give it to her. Hell, while you’re mine, I’m going to make sure I ruin you forever, so if anyone else so much asthinksthey can make you feel this good, you’ll always think of me.” Then his mouth is on me, taking my clit betweenhis lips, and my body arches off the counter as a loud moan escapes past my lips.

I’m not surprised that he knows exactly how to use that mouth and tongue of his, sucking and twirling it against the sensitive bud. Maybe it was just something hot to say to get me even more riled up, but I’m pretty sure he’s doing exactly what he promised—ruining me. No one has ever made me come this undone, and I don’t know how anyone else ever will.

I may be greedy in my desire as he continues to fuck me with his mouth and tongue, but luckily, he seems just as needy. His hands grip my bare ass, pulling me even closer. I tangle one hand in his soft, thick hair while using the other to steady myself against the counter, my hips bucking in time with his hungry, demanding mouth.

“Fuck, Vee,” he whispers into my lips. “You taste so sweet and so much better than I even imagined.” Before I can respond his tongue moves down to my core. This time, he dips it inside me while one hand slides forward, his thumb creating a perfect rhythm against my throbbing clit.

I wish I had the ability to say something smart or sexy, but all I can manage is another loud, satisfied moan as he continues his work. This time, he switches it up. While his lips once again capture my small nub, his fingers trail along my drenched slit before shoving one finger inside.

“Oh, God, Miles,” I swear, but instead of sounding like a curse, it comes out as pure adoration. I was right—this manknowswhat he’s doing.

He seems to appreciate the encouragement, rewarding me by sucking harder and adding another finger. Then with effortless precision he curls his fingers toward my stomach and a feeling I’ve never quite experienced before erupts inside me. Never in my life has a man made me feel this good, and Miles has done it both quickly and effortlessly. A part of me wishes I could hold onlonger, if only to make this moment last forever, but I can’t take it anymore. I give in, surrendering completely, my hips thrusting toward his mouth and touch.

Sounds I’m not sure I’ve ever made before escape, mixed with a few choice curse words and his name, as I ride out the most intense orgasm of my entire life. Instead of taking this as his cue to stop, he keeps going, pumping his fingers in and out of me while his mouth continues its relentless assault, thankfully not slowing down or letting up.

I finally make it over the edge, coming down from the highest of highs, my body turning into jelly. He may have done the majority of the work, but I still find myself needing to recover as my heart pounds against my chest.

Yet even after a job well done, he doesn’t pull away. He stays, carefully licking up every last drop of what I’ve given him, savoring the taste of me.

“Hopefully that met your standards,” he says, his hands drifting slowly up from my backside. One hand steadies me at the waist, while the other supports my neck, his thumb once again brushing soft circles against my cheek. “Can’t have my wife thinking her husband doesn’t know how to satisfy her.”

I’m sure the smirk on his lips means he’s only teasing, but the way he sayswifesends another spark straight to my core. There’s something about that word—coming from him, attached to me—that ignites something I can’t ignore. It feels possessive in the best way, even if it’s not something I should take to heart. Yes, I’m his wife, but for how long?

“You more than met my standards. No complaints here,” I assure him, as I gather the energy to lean forward, pressing my lips to his, tasting the salty sweetness of myself on his mouth. “Now, hopefully, I can show my gratitude by making you feel just as good,” I whisper against him, my hands sliding to the bottom of his T-shirt before lifting it.

I’ve seen him shirtless many times before, especially during our beach trips, but the thought of being able to touch and explore him with my lips and fingers brings a new level of excitement as I fully admire his muscular upper body.

I waste no time placing a hand on top of his pec while hungrily pressing my lips into his once again. I part his mouth with mine as my tongue slips into his. I take full advantage of where we’re at as I run my hand over his defined six-pack, appreciating the individuality of each separate muscle, while my other hand moves to the back of his neck, entwining my fingers into the hair at the nape.

He seems just as happy to let this happen as he moves in closer, allowing my hand to continue its journey south as I feel those sexy-ass V-shaped muscles, almost like a beacon, guiding me toward where I know we both want me to explore.

Or at least I assume it’s what he wants since he doesn’t stop me as my hand slips beneath his pair of gray sweatpants and boxer briefs. Unsurprisingly, his cock is stiff and completely ready for me.

“Fuck,” he curses into my mouth before pulling away, his head falling back in pure ecstasy. I take this moment to let my lips explore the scratchy, unshaven part of his neck while my hand continues its exploration. I grip him in my hands, taking in both his girth and length.

“We need a condom,” he finally says, since it’s clear we’re both on the same page with our wants and needs. “Come here,” he impatiently urges, wrapping his arms tightly around my back as I release my grip on his cock and encircle his neck with both arms, and my legs around his waist.

With ease, and his hands supporting my ass, he carries me toward his bedroom. We may be close, my bare skin pressed against his, but I need more as I press my lips against his beforeonce again trailing them down his jawline and planting heated kisses at the hollow of his neck.

Thankfully, his apartment isn’t large, so the short distance from the kitchen to his bedroom feels almost effortless. Even with one hand on the knob, he easily hauls me inside, as if nothing could stop him from carrying out this mission. While I would be fine being tossed around, he doesn’t drop me. Instead, he carefully lowers me onto the soft mattress.

I’m more than ready to let him ravage my body, but takes things much slower as he pulls back, his eyes reverently taking me in as his gaze wanders across each and every curve. It soon becomes my turn to marvel as I prop myself up on my elbows while he finally reaches down to lower his sweats and boxers, his gorgeous cock springing free, and I involuntarily run my tongue along my lip.

I want to taste him and let him fuck my mouth, but it seems he has other plans as he crawls over me, pressing more heated kisses to my lips before once again pulling back. Seemingly no longer in the mood to torture me or make me wait, he reaches into his bedside dresser and pulls out a condom. He clearly knows what he’s doing, ripping it open with his teeth, and sheathing himself in record time.

“Tell me you want this, because once I start, I don’t think I can stop,” he says, as he hovers over me, his eyes searching mine.

“I want this. Take me, Miles. Make me yours. Ruin me forever,” I say, fully giving in, not caring if that’s exactly what will happen. All that matters is us, here and now.

My words don’t seem to scare him off as his eyes darken and he presses his lips against mine. Needing to feel the closeness I desperately crave, I wrap my legs around his back as he lines himself up against my entrance.

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