Page 90 of Spark

My eyebrows draw together. “Blushing virgin was your only fantasy?”

Ruby strokes my shaft. “That was an impromptu fantasy, actually. Before that moment, the only fantasy I’ve ever had in my life was me having an orgasm without the help of a toy.”

I put my hand on hers, stopping the movement of her hand on my shaft. “If you truly intend to ride a cowboy, you’d better stop teasing his horse. Unless, of course, me coming all over your hand is another impromptu fantasy unlocked.”

With a sexy little giggle, Ruby pulls her hand back, freeing me to wrap myself in the condom. When that task is done, she gleefully straddles me, hooting and yeehawing as she goes, and when her knees are firmly placed on either side of me, she leans down, kisses my cheek, and whispers into my ear. “Here’s an impromptu fantasy unlocked. How about youspankme, while I ride you, cowboy? Can you do that for me?”

“I sure can.”

“Don’t be shy about it. Do it exactly the way you wrote about in those lyrics, okay? Really go for it.” She positions herself at my tip. “I mean, don’t hurt me. But don’t hold back.”

“Got it.” I grip Ruby’s hips and guide her down onto my shaft, and she moans as I sink deeper and deeper inside her. “Jesus Christ,” I mutter, as the sensation of warm wetness squeezes every inch of me, causing electrical impulses to skate across every nerve ending connected to my dick and balls.

With my palms firmly gripping her hips, Ruby starts gyrating on top of me, making me grunt softly with every movement.

“I honestly never need to see your dirty lyrics,” Ruby purrs.

“Good. Because you won’t.”

“The mere thought of you writing them is enough to turn me on like crazy.” She moans to emphasize her point. “I can’t stop imagining you lying in bed, naked and jacking off, and then having the undeniable urge to scribble all your hottest fantasies down, as fast as you could write them. God, that’s so fucking hot, Kendrick. The image of you doing that is making me want to come.”

That gets my attention. “I was so turned on when I wrote those words down,” I grit out, figuring I’ll stoke the flames of her fantasies to maximum effect. “I could barely see what I was scribbling onto the page.”

“Oh, God. Yes.”

“When I read it back, I couldn’t believe how graphic it was. How unfiltered and raw.”

“Oh, Kendrick. Tell me more.”

I touch her clit, and Ruby groans and gyrates even more enthusiastically on top of me. “I read my lyrics afterward, and they made me so horny, I jerked off again.”

“Oh, God. I’m so close. Wait. Again? You jerked off beforeandafter writing your horny manifesto?”

“Yep. Before and after. I was on fire that night.”

“So hot,” Ruby grits out, throwing her head back. “Tellme more.”

We’re in the zone now. Moving together. Spiraling toward ecstasy.

“Did you think about anyone in particular while writing it?” she gasps out.

I don’t know if it’s the right answer. The wrong answer. Too big an admission. But there’s only one thing I can possibly say to that, even regarding a bunch of lyrics that don’t actually exist. “I thought of you, baby. Only you. Nobody else.”

Ruby groans, more loudly than ever this time, and her gyrations on top of me increase in speed and intensity. I think I’m safe—she’s plainly interpreting my comment as simple dirty talk and nothing more.

“Have you torn out those pages and destroyed them, or do your filthy, kinky words still exist in the world?”

“They still exist,” I choke out, feeling like I’m on the cusp of losing it. “But don’t bother looking for my notebook. You’ll never fucking find it.”

“I won’t even look.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“No, I mean it. I respect your bound—Oh, God. Kendrick. Gah.”

I just now changed things up in terms of how I’m stimulating her clit. And the new tactic has plainly taken things to a new level for her.

“That’s it, baby,” I coo, as her movements on top of me become frenzied. “I’m never gonna show you what I wrote. And you’re gonna be a good girl and accept that.”

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