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“You mean—”
“I mean I’ll come. Immediately. You’re too fucking perfect. Shit, come here.” He rolled on top of her, and she widened her legs almost automatically, her body flowering for him. Because she wanted him. This woman wanted him. Her T-shirt had ridden up, so the soft skin of her belly pressed against his naked dick, and Ruben hissed through his teeth. He thrust against her, smearing his pre-cum over her skin, and she fisted a hand in his hair and kissed him.
He would never be the same.
Chapter Twenty
Cherry hadn’t meant to kiss him. She hadn’t meant to do any of this, but his filthy words were straight out of every fantasy she’d ever had, and the way he touched her—dominant yet caring, desperate and demanding and so fucking hungry—took her close to the edge. So she’d kissed him. And she was glad she had.
His mouth slanted over hers, harsh and commanding, rough as ever. He thrust his tongue between her lips, only to glide it gently along her own as if performing an introduction. If they hadn’t been in darkness already, he’d have stolen her sight; he surrounded her, his powerful legs bracketing hers, their foreheads touching lightly. He rested his weight on his elbows, and she felt his forearms either side of her temples. She was caged.
Then one of his hands moved to her throat, his thumb and forefinger bracketing her jaw, forcing her head back. Enough to control, to suggest that he could hurt her and prove he never would. He pressed his advantage, enjoyed thevulnerability of her position, owning her mouth with his tongue. And all the while his hips pumped against her, the searing hardness of his cock pressing into her belly.
His pre-come eased the glide against her skin, smearing her with stickiness, filthy and decadent. She let her hands roam over the ridges and valleys of his muscular back, the skin hot, the flesh beneath it taut. Then she went lower, dipping beneath the waist of his pyjama bottoms, finding the rounded, powerful globes of his arse and squeezing.
He dragged his mouth away from her lips. “Behave,” he said, his voice so fucking deep and heavy she felt it right between her legs. Felt her pulse between her legs. Felt everything between her legs.
“Yes, sir,” she teased.
He rewarded her by biting her lower lip, giving her the slightest, sweetest pain to sharpen all this hazy lust. “Good girl.” The words sent sparks of heat showering through her pussy, and she felt elated, fucking high, because she’d known. All along, she’d known that this was what she wanted, what she’d eventually find. And she’d known it would be him. She’d known he’d give it to her.
He kissed her again, lighter now, little raindrop touches of his lips against hers, like breadcrumbs showing her the way. The way to desperation.
“Understand this,” he said.Kiss. “You are mine.”Kiss. “I know what you need.”Kiss. “And right now, you need to spread your legs like a good girl and let me do all the work.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, arching into him, straining against the hardness of his powerful body. “Please.”
She felt him smile against her lips. It was the kind of filthy smile she’d seen on his face a thousand times, the kind that had made her desperate for him in the first place.
“Tell me, Cherry. I know you’re wet—but how wet?” He trailed his lips across her cheeks, her jaw, whispering as he went. “Is it worse, now? Is it dripping down your thighs? Making a mess for me? Getting ready for me to use you?” He reached between their bodies, and she thought she’d pass out if he touched her. But he didn’t; he just tugged her underwear back into place, over her aching pussy. When she whimpered, he laughed darkly. “I’m sorry, baby. But I don’t have any condoms, so we need to keep those on. Next time, I’ll fuck you. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she blurted out. “Please.”
Suddenly, his weight disappeared, and she thought for one terrible moment that he was going to stop. But then his voice broke through the darkness again. “You’ve been such a fucking brat tonight, I should just leave you like this.”
He wouldn’t. Would he? She didn’t know. Maybe. Her mind was frantic, desperate, but she kept her mouth shut.
Finally he said, “I won’t, though. I couldn’t leave my baby like this.” His fingers traced the swell of her pussy through her underwear, the only point of contact between them, and she shivered. “Fuck it,” he grunted, and then his hands, big and brisk, pulled the cotton off of her hips. He dragged the underwear down her thighs, down her calves, pulled it from her feet. She didn’t know what he did with it. She didn’t care.
Then the mattress shifted as he settled between her thighs,and when he spoke again she felt his warm breath against her bare pussy.Fuck.
“The first time I saw you,” he said, “making grown men sweat with nothing but a smile, all I could think was… What would I have to do for you to take all of that power and hand it over to me? And ask me nicely to keep it for you? To look after it?” His voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re so sweet, Cherry. I bet every man you ever fucked was shit-scared of you.”
“Just a little bit,” she admitted, her voice hoarse. “That’s how I like my men.”Lie.
“Good thing I’m not one of your men.” He ran his tongue over the inside of her thigh, right at the sensitive crease just before it swelled into her mound, and she almost screamed. “You’remywoman. Understand?”
“Yes,” she gasped, arching blindly towards him. She needed more of that fucking tongue, and she didn’t care what she had to do to get it. “Please.”
“Are you begging me, baby?”
“No.”
“Yes.” He licked her again, on the other side, his wide tongue straying onto the outer edge of her pussy lips. “Beg. Tell me how much you want it.”
She wanted to refuse, to tell him to fuck off. But her clit was aching so badly, and she was so desperate, and it was all because of him.
Did he really know her body that well? Could he really bring her to this point with nothing more than his hands and thatfilthy fucking mouth? Apparently, yes, he could. So what else could he do?
