Page 43 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
“You have to stayquiet,sweetheart.”
“I’m trying, but the way you—ahhh,fuck—” she gasps out when I add a second finger inside her. “It feels… too good.”
“Put your hand back over your mouth.”
She does, but her cries only get louder as I add more pressure inside her. They’re barely muffled, and it’s definitely enough to wake Elliot and Oliver.
“Fuck,” I grunt, pulling my fingers out and crawling over her. “Open your mouth.”
Once she does, I shove my fingers inside, and she instantly starts sucking them clean. Her tongue flicks against them, and she moans.
Why is that so hot?
Withdrawing my fingers, I grip her jaw and keep her mouth open. Then, lowering my face until it’s hovering just above hers, I spit into her mouth. “Swallow it.”
She obeys with a whimper before parting her lips and sticking out her tongue. Shit, I didn’t even have to ask.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, grabbing her panties and dragging the soaked part across her tongue, forcing her to taste herself more. “Now we just need to make sure you don’t make any noise.” I shove her panties into her mouth.
Her surprised cry is muffled by the fabric and my hand, which I keep clamped over her mouth.
“You can take them out once you’ve proven you can stay quiet. Now replace one of your hands with mine. It stays there, understood?”
She grunts in frustration, but she nods, holding a hand over her mouth. All she has to do is keep it down, and I’m pretty confident this will help her remember.
Backing off, I settle in between her spread legs. Her shirt has ridden up some, exposing her stomach, so I pull it back down. I don’t move to take it off, and she doesn’t either.
Neither of us mention it, and that realization has my heart beating faster. Weeks ago, when we were first together, I’m pretty sure she would’ve asked permission to leave it on. Now she knows she doesn’t have to ask.
Thank fuck.
Grabbing her legs, I move them so I basically fold her in half. Her knees end up by her shoulders, and her ass is in the air. At this angle, there’s just enough light getting past the curtains that I can see how soaked she is. I let myself stare at her for a second before diving in.
Wren squeals, but she cuts it short. Not that it was that loud, anyway, thanks to her panties and her hand.
I lick her from entrance to clit, groaning against her. She tastes heavenly. It’s been too long since I’ve done this.
As I work her clit with my tongue, Wren moans helplessly, squirming against my hold. I keep her there, exactly how I want her, the perfect position to eat her out for however long I feel like.
When I suck on her clit, I expect her to scream, but she manages to bring it down to a wanton sob. Even when I don’t relent, she’s able to keep quiet.
Raising my head, I whisper, “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. I know you can keep it up. You can, right?”
“Mmhmm.” The sound comes out differently than normal, but it’s still clear enough that I understand what she means.
I bend over her, careful not to crush her, and kiss the tip of her nose. “Good girl.”
I swear, she practically melts into the blankets. Until I start circling her clit with my tongue again. The moment I do that, she tenses up, and I can almost feel how hard she’s trying to stay quiet.
I’m not sure how long it takes, but she comes faster than I wanted her to. If I could, I’d never stop, but I doubt this position is comfortable for her long term. So after she comes—and manages to only whimper quietly through it—I bring her legs back down.
She’s doing better, but it hasn’t been enough time to determine whether or not she’ll be able to stay quiet, so I don’t move to take her panties out of her mouth. Instead, I flip her onto her stomach and direct her to get onto her hands and knees.
Once she’s in position, I massage her ass, and she moans in anticipation. She doesn’t have a hand over her mouth anymore, but I think her panties stuffed in there serve as enough of a reminder.
Taking my dick in my hand, I rub it against her clit. She shudders. When I slide into her an inch, she immediately tries to take more, pushing back. I let her, smiling at her impatience as I fill her to the brim.
“Look up,” I command, pulling out and sliding back in as she does. Then I lean forward and grab her hair. I hold onto it as an anchor as I pump in and out of her, listening to her strained whimpering.
