Page 345 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
“What?” she asks when she realizes I’m watching her.
“Nothing.”
But really, it—this—is everything. We put her through so much by adding her into our lives. Seeing her happy is something I’ll never take for granted.
Wren narrows her eyes at me while she takes a sip of her coffee, but she doesn’t push. Instead, she stifles a yawn and goes back to eating her donut. I move closer to her, snagging a donut of my own from the box and biting into it.
Damn,it’s good. I wasn’t lying when I said this place is the best around, but I forgot how amazing these things taste.
Wren is wearing one of Ell’s old chess club T-shirts from high school. It’s way too big on her, and some of the text is faded, but I’d recognize it anywhere. God, he was such a fucking nerd.
I smile.Still is.
Wren purses her lips. “Okay,nowwhat? And don’t give me thatnothingbullshit again. What’s making you smile like that?”
“The fact that I fell in love with someone who used to be in a chess club.”
“Wha—oh.” She glances down at her shirt before she smiles, too. “I think it’s cute.”
“Never said I didn’t.”
“C’mere, you.” Her eyes are sparkling, and she grabs my wrist and pulls me so I’m standing in between her legs. “You’ve got a little chocolate frosting.”
I tilt my head so it’s easier for her to reach, letting her swipe her thumb across my cheek. “Better?”
“Mmhmm,” she says, pulling back. For a second, she stares at the frosting on her finger, and I grab her wrist just before she licks it off. “Wha—”
I suck the frosting off her thumb, flicking the pad with my tongue, and her eyes widen. With a smirk, I glance at her thighs, which are currently pressed together. God, I love how she still gets flustered so easily.
“That’s all it took, huh?” Leaning down, I brush my lips across her jawbone. “Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you?”
She squirms on her stool and bites her lip. When she tries to look away, I capture her chin between my fingers and force her to look up at me.
“No need to hide how you feel, sweetheart. You really think you could keep it from me after all this time?”
Something shifts in Wren’s eyes. She tugs me down and seals her lips to mine in a kiss that tastes like sugar and determination. My arms come around her, and she opens her mouth just enough that I can slip my tongue inside.
I love when she’s like this—her bashfulness gone, her body pliant under my hands. She arches into me when I press a hand to her lower back and deepen the kiss.
Gently, I trail my other hand down her front until it’s pressing in between her legs. “Is this what you want, my beautiful whore? You want to be my little toy this morning?”
Wren nods eagerly, and when I slip my hand beneath her waistband, she spreads her legs more to give me better access. My fingers make it past her lacy panties, and I let out a low groan at how wet she is. Our girl has never been able to get enough of us, and it never fails to make me hard.
Gathering Wren up in my arms, I lift her and set her on the edge of the counter. In a matter of seconds, I’ve torn off all her clothing and yanked her legs open to get a good look at her. What I find isn’t the least bit surprising.
My thumb swipes over her entrance, gathering up some of the liquid that’s dripping out of her. “He pumped you full of cum just for me, didn’t he?”
Her smile is playful. “Wanted to give you a surprise.”
As I settle on one of the stools, I suck the mixture of Oliver’s cum and Wren’s arousal off my thumb. The combination of them on my tongue has my dick hardening even more. Goddammit, I need to be inside her, but there’s no way I’m passing up this chance.
I focus my gaze to in between Wren’s legs. For a second, I just stare at her. She’s spread out on the kitchen counter, watching me expectantly. I wish I could remember every detail of how she looks right now, all the way down to her chipping lilac nail polish.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
At that, Wren beams, leaning back on her elbows. I dip my head down and lick her from entrance to clit, and it pulls a whimper from her. She shifts, trying to get more friction, just like she always does.
I click my tongue. “You have less patience than Oliver.”
