Page 76 of Risky Game

I sat up on my knees, grabbed her hips, and with one quick yank, I had her flat on the bed. Her laugh pierced the intensity hovering in the air and I bent over her, silencing her with a kiss. “You’re still going to have to try to be quiet, okay?” I whispered the question with my lips on hers and down, along her jaw.

“I can do that.”

We’d see about that. My mission was to make it as difficult as possible for her. I retraced the path my mouth took on the way up and crawled down her body. Sliding my hands from her hips, I trailed them down to her knees and spread her legs wide.

Soaked. She was so damn wet for me. A groan escaped my mouth before I leaned forward. I licked her from front to back, all the way back to an area I was certain no man had gone on before and her surprised gasp proved it.

“Logan,” she whispered, uncertainty in her tone.

I grinned up at her. “I’m just playing. Trust me.”

She swallowed, shoved one of her hands into my thick hair, and nodded.

I wasn’t a big ass man, not when it came to anal, but I suspected she’d never had much playtime down there, which could enhance everything else I was about to do to her. I kissed her thighs until she relaxed, slid a finger deep inside of her, and when her nerves were gone, I dove back in. I added a second finger before I added my tongue to her clit. I drank in her scent, the taste of her until she was writhing in pleasure, biting down on her lip to stay quiet, and rolling her hips against my face.

She didn’t sit there and take what I gave her. She fought for her own pleasure and seeing her so into it, so close, made my dick pound against my shorts, demanding to escape, begging for its own release.

Her thighs trembled and her pussy clamped around my fingers, my tongue when I slid it inside, and right as she began to come, right as that peak hit and she cried out before biting down on her lip, as her entire body trembled through the force of her orgasm, I slipped my fingers back to her puckered hole and pressed them against it. I wouldn’t enter, not without better preparation, but the pressure was enough to have her throwing her head back. Her hips arched off the bed and her back bowed. I kept eating, kept pressing against that forbidden pleasure center until she was chanting curse words over and over until her fingers were digging into my scalp, and until her body finally went boneless on the bed.

I kissed her again, and her body jolted from the sensitivity before I finally eased off.

Her arm fell to her side, and I shook off the lingering pain from her nails on me.

“You okay?” I ran my hand up her abdomen, between her breasts. I curled my hand around her shoulder and brought it back down to her thigh, her knee. I avoided her breasts, her pussy, helping her calm down.

“That was… a lot,” she finally whispered. Her breath was ragged, her blue eyes hazy, and her lips curled into a sleepy smile as she licked them.

“Can you take more?”

I wasn’t nearly done with her. I’d only begun, but I’d kept her on edge all weekend and teased her earlier. If it was too much, I’d wait.

“Please.” Her hands reached for me, but she was so limp from her orgasm they fell right back onto the bed. “More.”

I bent over her and kissed her. It was languid, smooth. She hummed against my mouth and when I settled my still covered dick against her core, her hips rolled against me. She sought friction, and I pulled back. With one hand braced by her head, I used the other to shove down my shorts.

As soon as I was naked, I returned, sliding through her slit, gathering her wetness.

Heaven. Her body was heaven, a body that was meant to be worshipped, and when she pushed her hand between us and wrapped it around me, pumping slowly, firmly, I bit her lip. “Careful, Ruby. I’m barely holding back here.”

“I needed to feel you after seeing you so many times.”

I laughed against her mouth and reached over and grabbed a condom. Once it was torn open, I leaned back.

She watched with rapt fascination as I rolled it down my length and then held myself at her center. As soon as I began to push inside of her, her chin lifted, eyes fluttering closed. “Ohhh… that is…”

“Fucking perfect,” I grunted and pulled back out. I took my time, sliding in and out, giving her body time to adjust, but hell, it was like her body was made for me. Her walls rubbed against my dick so deliciously, I was already clenching my jaw to keep from coming.

Once I was fully seated inside of her, I leaned forward, braced my elbow by her shoulder, and wrapped one of her legs around my hip. The move tilted her, opened her up further. She reached out and clung to my hips on a pleasured groan that vibrated straight down to my balls.

God. She was incredible. So damn young, but so confident. Knew exactly how she liked it.

I started moving slowly, kissing her deeply, and I drank down every single one of her cries and sounds when I hit the end of her deep inside.

“Logan.” She squeezed me tight, tearing a grunt from me. “Quit playing and move.”

Her voice was desperate, impatiently needy.

I kissed her again and smiled against her mouth. “My pleasure.”

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