Page 46 of Ask for Moore

With a reverence reserved only for my little queen, I slowly undressed her, taking great care to worship every single newly exposed inch of skin with my eyes, hands, and lips. Too afraid to voice what I was thinking out loud until I had a minute or two to gather myself, I gently guided her to sit down on the edge of the bed so I could stare at her gorgeous, naked body as I stripped down to nothing. It always felt right, laying us both completely bare this way. But especially now as I was doing the same with my emotions.

More than anything, I wanted to show her why she should stay, and what I had to offer her if she did. This time, it wasn’t just about sex, even if sex with Waverly was special and mind-blowing each and every time we were together. This was about something more, the thing I suspected had been growing between us over the course of this case.

Without a word, I knelt between her feet, showering the insides of her thighs with feather-light kisses and nibbles as she instinctively spread her legs for me.

“That’s my girl.” The words slipped out unbidden, but I didn't take them back. I already thought of Waverly as mine, and I wanted her to stay and give us a chance to build a real relationship. To truly become mine in every way that mattered.

She shivered at my praise, stroking her fingers through my hair as I buried my face in her sweet sex and started worshipping her with my tongue and fingers in unison. I devoured her wetness, savoring the flavor that I had learned to crave with an intensity that had scared me at first. But now that I understood what it was that I felt for my girl, I was only afraid that I wouldn’t be able to keep her here.

“Ryland.”

The way Waverly whimpered my name made my cock throb with the overwhelming need to bury every hard inch inside her. To claim her for my own, over and over until she never wanted to leave my bed.

Reaching down to stroke myself as I ate her out, I was determined to give her an orgasm so strong, she would see stars and forget her own name. Making her come was one of my newest favorite pastimes, but I was driven by a fierce need this time.

After I made her scream and shake, clamping her legs around my head as she rode out the force of the orgasm that slammed into her like a freight train, I rocked back on my heels and gazed up at her. My hunger for her—and my desperation to show her exactly why she should stay with me in Mooreville—was naked and utterly unmistakable in my vulnerable expression.

“Tell me what you want, my little queen. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”

She met my gaze, unflinching and unblinking as she bit her bottom lip. Which was quite possibly the most adorable—and unbearably sexy—nervous habit in the entire world.

“I want you inside me. Now.”

The raw need in her voice made me want to thump my chest in victory. Then she adjusted her position on the bed and held her arms out to me, wordlessly beckoning me to join her. I was more than happy to give her what she’d asked for.

Without hesitation, I positioned myself on top of her and kissed her fiercely as I pressed my aching cock against her entrance and slowly slid in, all the way to the hilt.

“Yes!” Waverly hissed her encouragement through clenched teeth, already wiggling her hips beneath me in a way that I knew was designed to destroy my self-control. “Show me that I belong to you.”

The tethers of my control slipped at her demand. My balls grew heavy at the slight dare in her tone, as if she wanted me to lose it and completely ravage her. While I was certainly not opposed to the idea, I desperately wanted her to know that this wasn’t just sex for me anymore. It probably never had been.

This was so much more, so much deeper, but I had no idea how to tell her what I meant. Instead, I intended to show her. Locking gazes with her, I stared deeply into her mesmerizing blue eyes as I did exactly what she asked of me. If she needed me to show her that she belonged to me, then by damn, that was exactly what I'd give her.

Never breaking eye contact with her, I pulled back and then slammed my cock home, burying it deep inside Waverly with a resounding smack of flesh against flesh. Her little yelp of pleasure and the way her eyes rolled back in her head a bit at the sensation were all the encouragement I needed. Pinning her hips to the bed, I reveled in the feel of her trying to buck beneath me, trying to take control despite what she’d just asked of me.

“All in good time, my little queen.” I purred the words, low and velvety against the shell of her ear, and Waverly moaned in response.

“Harder.” Her whimpered demand severely tested what little remained of my self-control. I gritted my teeth, torn between giving her exactly what she was asking for or making this last because I was terrified it would be the last time we’d ever be together.

Show me I’m yours.Her words echoed in the back of my mind, and I made the decision right then and there to let go and give her anything and everything she wanted, all while wearing my feelings on my sleeve. There was no point hiding that I had developed strong feelings for her to go along with this raging, unquenchable desire that seemed always to burn between us.

I slammed my cock home over and over, pounding into Waverly’s impossibly hot, dripping wet slit. One word played on a loop in the back of my mind with every single thrust.Mine, mine, mine.Mine forever, and no one else’s.

“Yes.” Waverly pressed her face into the crook of my neck, moaning long and low at me giving her the relentless pleasure she had demanded of me. Shaking and writhing, she wrapped one arm around my shoulders while pressing the other hand against the back of my skull to pull me down for a breathtaking kiss.

“Faster.” She panted the word against my lips, and it took every ounce of willpower I had in me not to come at her greedy, hungry demands. I wanted every day for the rest of my life to exist purely to pleasure her in whatever way she asked of me. I would give her anything and everything she wanted.

It took me until now to realize she already had my heart.

“Anything for you, my little queen.” The words slipped out without me meaning them to, but the look the confession put in her eyes made me glad I said them.

I pounded into her, over and over, as hard and as fast as I could while still clinging to some small shred of sanity and self-control, doing my absolute best to give her exactly what she was asking of me...exactly what she wanted.

Waverly wrapped her arms around my shoulders and legs around my waist, nipping at my collarbone in the process. I gritted my teeth, trying so hard to hold it together, to make this last, to make it good for her. Not just good, but the best orgasm she has ever had. “I’m never gonna get enough of you, Waverly. This pussy was made to take my cock. Your tight, wet heat is like a vise around my dick, squeezing and milking my orgasm from me.”

“Yes, please, Ryland. Come for me...come with me.” Waverly’s whispered begging undid me, utterly destroying every last shred of my self-control and probably my good sense along with it.

My thrusts turned erratic and wild, and I captured her face in my hands, silently demanding that she look me in the eye while she drove me completely out of my mind.

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