Page 47 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

“I already know you. Already know you’re cool. Already know there’s nothing awkward about what happens between us. I like that you’re here, in my bed.” His teeth graze his bottom lip, and I feel very much like a rabbit about to be devoured by a wolf. “Now get on your knees, gorgeous. I’m starving.”

I scramble to do as he says, reminding myself to breathe as I position myself on my knees, ass up and legs spread. Ridley doesn’t hesitate, diving right in and burying his face between my cheeks. I exhale into the pillow, my body flooding with warmth, and a smile tugs at my lips.

He’s right. There’s nothing awkward about how we are together. It feels good in an unexpected way, like we’ve known each other far longer than we have. Or maybe it’s just his age and experience making it feel so different and new for me. No clumsytalks about condom use, no unpleasant grabbing or touching. He just knows how to make it good for me.

And right now he’s eating my ass like I’m his last meal.

With my face in the pillow to muffle my moans, I rock against his talented tongue, overly aware of my heavy cock hanging between my legs. If he touched me right now, I’d blow in his hands, but I think he knows that, and him avoiding it is delicious torture.

“Rid,” I moan. “Please.”

He presses the tip of his finger inside my hole, biting my ass cheek as he stretches me out. “Good?”

“Yes,” I pant. “More.”

“Patience, little rabbit. I want to make it good for you.”

I moan, trying to force him to push his finger all the way in, but he just chuckles, biting me again.

“You taste amazing, Chef,” Ridley whispers. “So fucking good. Your skin is sweet like candy.”

“Rid,” I moan, practically sobbing his name.

“So warm inside.” He pushes his finger all the way in, and I shudder from the pleasant sting. “So soft.”

“More. Please.”

His tongue joins his finger, and I practically melt from the sensation. He licks and sucks my hole, twisting his finger, then mercifully adds a second and third until he’s pumping his fingers in and out of me and I’m a panting mess.

I’m about to start begging again when he pulls his fingers out and flips me onto my back. I gaze up at his incredible face, his sexy eyes greedily taking me in as he tears the condom open and rolls it on. I claw at the bedding impatiently, watching him open the lube bottle to get his fingers nice and slick before he rubs my hole again.

“Rid.”

“Shh, babe. I got you.”

Nodding, I bite my bottom lip to keep from pleading even more. When he pushes my legs up, gazing down at my hole, I clench in anticipation.

“Beautiful,” he whispers as he lines his cock up with my entrance. Slowly, he pushes his way inside me.

My mouth falls slack, and I’m silent, overwhelmed by the intense fullness and still present sting. Ridley gazes down at me with a look in his eyes I can only describe as awe. Does he really feel that way, or is my lust-addled brain projecting what I want to be true?

“Fuck,” Ridley whispers, massaging my thighs. “It’s a million times better than I imagined.”

“What?”

He chuckles, slowly rolling his hips. “Oh come on, rabbit. You had to know how hard up I was for you. Still am. Now you’re in my bed.”

I’m left speechless, my brain trying to put all of that together, but the thoughts are pushed away by Ridley’s all-consuming grip on my hips as he holds me down. He falls against me, enveloping me in his kiss, his scent, his body weight.

A question rolls around my head until it falls out. “You wanted to fuck me before all of this?”

He scoffs a laugh, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he digs into me. I have more questions, but my brain is officially in get-off mode and all I can do is enjoy Ridley pounding me into his mattress, attacking my mouth over and over again, and bringing out everything he’s got in his arsenal to make me forget every man I’ve ever met before him. At this rate I could forget my own damn name.

“Want your cum,” Ridley whispers, biting my earlobe. “Want you to come on my cock.”

He rolls us over suddenly so that he’s on his back. I scramble to straddle him, managing to keep his cock inside me, and startriding him. Ridley grips my hips, nodding encouragement as he bucks to hit the sensitive spot deep inside me. I claw at his pecs for balance, grinding my ass into him before reaching down to fist my cock.

“Yes,” Ridley whispers. “Use me to get off, gorgeous. You’re so fucking hot, Wren.”

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