Page 127 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
“Then take me.”
His hands find the zipper of my dress and he drags it down slowly, his knuckles brushing against my spine. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in just a white lace thong and the heels Elena’s team picked out.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes, stepping back to look at me. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I should feel exposed, but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel powerful. Like I could bring him to his knees with just a look.
“Your turn,” I say, reaching for his shirt.
But instead of letting me undress him, he catches my wrists and pins them above my head against the wall.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough. “I want to taste you first.”
Before I can respond, he’s dropping to his knees in front of me. He hooks his fingers in my thong and drags it down my legs, his breath hot against my inner thighs.
“Spread your legs for me,” he commands.
I do. He wastes no time burying his face between my thighs. His tongue finds my clit immediately, circling it with just the right pressure to make me cry out.
“Oh god, Ryan!”
He hums against me, the vibration sending shock waves through my core. His tongue is relentless, licking and sucking until I’m grinding against his face, chasing the orgasm that’s building low in my belly.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs between licks. “I could eat this pussy all night.”
“Please,” I gasp. “I’m so close.”
He slides two fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit. That’s all it takes. I come with a scream, my legs shaking as waves of pleasure crash over me.
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking, keeps finger fucking me through the aftershocks until I’m begging him to stop because it’s too much.
“One more,” he says against my swollen flesh. “Give me one more.”
He adds a third finger, stretching me, curling them to hit the spot that makes me see stars. His mouth is relentless on my clit. Before I know it, I’m coming again, harder this time, my vision going white around the edges.
When I finally come back to myself, Ryan is standing in front of me, his face glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Just today?”
“Okay, fine. I’ve been thinking about this since the hotel. Since the storage closet. Since that first night when you came to my room and we talked until sunrise.”
“Fuck,” I breathe. “That was…”
“That was just the beginning,” he says, lifting me easily and carrying me to the bed.
He tosses me down on the rose petals and I bounce slightly, laughing breathlessly. But my laughter dies when I see him stripping off his clothes, revealing inch after inch of tanned skin and hard muscle.
When he pushes down his boxer briefs, his cock springs free, thick and hard and already leaking precum. I lick my lips, suddenly desperate to taste him.
“Come here,” I say, crooking my finger at him.
He joins me on the bed, but when I reach for his cock, he catches my hand.
“Not yet,” he says. “I need to be inside you. I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day.”
He reaches for his wallet, fumbling for a condom. I help him roll it on, my hands trembling with anticipation.
