Page 346 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
She lifts her hips, whining quietly. “Please?”
“How many times did he make you come?” I lift my head, watching her eyes flash with desperation.
“Three.”
“And that wasn’t enough for you?” I shake my head. “Such a dirty slut. I bet if Ell was here, you’d be begging for his cock this morning, too, wouldn’t you?”
Instead of giving her a chance to respond, I lean down again and suck on her clit hard. She gasps, fisting a handful of my hair to keep me where she wants me. As if I’d want to stop.
I switch from playing with her clit to sucking Oliver’s cum out of her and swallowing it down. I drink until there’s nothing left, sliding my tongue inside her to chase anything I might’ve missed. When I go back to licking Wren’s clit, she cries out and bucks her hips.
Pulling back, I slap in between her legs, making her whole body jerk. “Enough. This is for me, not you. Stay still.”
“But—”
The hard look on my face silences her, and she bites her lip. With that taken care of, I lean back down and suck her clit into my mouth. Her gasp of pleasure eggs me on, and I go harder, reveling in her taste mixed with the hint of Oliver’s cum still lingering on my tongue.
I edge her for longer than I normally do, watching her get more worked up by the second. But I don’t push her over the edge. Not yet. I want her to come when I’m deep inside of her and I can feel every little thing.
Straightening, I slip a single finger into her and curl it, watching the way her lips part slightly at the pressure. I add a second, and her eyes fall closed.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” I curl both fingers, hitting the spot inside her I memorized years ago.
She does, her fingers curling into fists. Her body is pulled tight, so wound up that she probably feels like she could burst at any second.
That’s exactly what I want.
“You want my cock?” I ask.
Wren nods quickly, staring up at me with wide eyes. They’re so full of sincerity and trust that, even after everything we’ve been through, it still makes my heart skip a beat.
“Then get on your knees and beg for it.” I sound breathless, almost like she caught me off guard even though I’ve seen this expression of hers countless times by now.
I don’t think it’ll ever get old. I’ll always cherish her trust.
Sliding my hands under her, I help Wren off the counter. She instantly falls to her knees in front of me, tugging my sweatpants and briefs down until I step out of them.
“Please.” Wren leans forward, her tongue darting out to run across my cock, but I move my hips backward. “Rhett,” she whines. “Please give it to me.”
“You’ll have my cock when I say you’ve earned it, and not a second before, sweetheart.”
She huffs, as if we haven’t played this game hundreds of times by now. As if she doesn’t know how it always ends. Doesn’t matter—it never gets old.
“Stay right there,” I tell her, brushing my fingers across her cheek before moving farther into the kitchen. I grab an apron from a drawer and crouch in front of her.
Without any instructions, she holds her wrists out to me, eagerness shining in her eyes. As I tie them together, I kiss the tip of her nose.
“Such a good girl for me, knowing exactly what I want without me having to tell you.”
“Do I get your dick now?” she asks, her expression pleading. She licks her lips, her eyes dropping to my cock.
I stand, shedding my shirt. “Needy girl. All you care about is the next time you’ll get some dick, isn’t it?”
Wren whimpers, squeezing her thighs together. She’s always liked how quickly I can go from praising her to degrading her, and this morning obviously is no different.
“Say please, sweetheart.”
“Please,” she whispers, leaning forward.
