Page 93 of Savage Suit
I smirked at her, wrapped a hand around my cock base, and guided it to her lips.
She tongued my crown.
“Fuck,” I said on a strangled groan.
At my words, she deep throated me. The sensation stole my reasoning. She sucked me with enthusiasm, on her knees, and focused on my pleasure. I gripped her hair and pumped into her mouth. She adapted to my tempo, and I growled at her hard, fast draws.
Somehow, I grunted, “I’m about to come.”
Instead of retreating, my words sent her into a frenzy, and I blew my load into her mouth. She swallowed my cum and didn’t stop until my body spasmed from the sensation in my cock head and I pulled out of her mouth.
Breathing heavily, she settled back on her haunches.
Wishing for a fucking bed, I bent and scooped her into my arms and placed her on the couch. This time when I kissed her, there was no despair I was trying to comfort. It was only us,her,and the fact she’d driven me fucking mad. She was a sweet, generous lover that I wanted to devour.
The moment I sat next to her, I leaned over and ravished her mouth before trailing kisses down her neck. Impatient, I grabbed each side of her dress’ neckline and yanked. The sound of the fabric ripping unleashed primal need in me.
Ryan had a different reaction. “No!” she cried, sitting up and frantically inspecting the material. “A button is gone too.”
“It isn’t the end of the world, sweetheart.”
Ignoring my attempt to kiss her again, she slid to the floor and crawled on her hands and knees. “I can’t find the button and...”
Her sobs made the rest of her words nonsensical.
I went around the table and blocked her desperate search. Instead of tucking away my hard, exposed cock, I scooped her up again and returned to the couch with her.
“Take deep breaths, Ryan,” I ordered her, “and repeat what you said.”
“Somehow, the bracelet that was loaned to me is broken.” Her voice wobbled. “Megan told me how much it cost.”
I still wasn’t making the connection. “And?”
“Thirty-five hundred dollars is a lot of money. I’m going to have to use the last of my savings just to make rent, even if I last here a full month. And now…now…the dress…the only bright spot in today has been here in your office. Even that doesn’t matter now. I wish I’d never gotten out of bed. Or I could rewind the clock. It doesn’t matter if that meant we wouldn’t make love. At least I wouldn’t face the prospect of homelessness.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Ryan?” I demanded, knowing I was missing a crucial piece of information and her reason for rambling.
“The dress, Noah. The dress and the bracelet. I couldn’t afford the pretty lingerie.”
That explained the cotton panties, although she still wasn’t making any sense. My orders to Megan had been to allow Ryan to choose whatever clothes, jewelry, and shoes she wanted. Advising Ryan on the best colors for TV slipped my mind. Purchasing clothes seemed easier than sending Ryan home to change. While Reid had been with Ryan in her office, I’d given Megan my directive.
Ryan leaned her head against my shoulder. She moved, her ass brushing against my cock. When she did it again, I realized she was trying to make herself comfortable. She was torturing me, however.
Just as before, the mood between us shifted. Maybe she just needed succor from her turmoil. She slid her hot pussy down my cock. Our groans melded as I buried myself to the hilt inside of her.
My hands gripped her waist as she rode me, tightening her pussy walls with each downstroke. She didn’t protest when I turned our bodies and guided her back, leaning her head against the arm of the sofa and taking control.
I pumped into her, growling in approval each time she met my thrusts with one of her own. Although I still wanted to lick her pussy for hours, nothing would ever compare to being inside her. Slipping my hand between us, I fingered her clit until she lost all reasoning and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy juice drenched my cock, and I plunged into her, hard and deep. My body shuddered as my cum exploded into her in an endless fountain. Empty, I collapsed on top of her, long enough to catch my breath, not wanting to rest my weight on her for too long.
Pulling out of her, I sat next to her, admiring the view her spread legs offered of her well-fucked pussy, cum dripping from her. Too tempting to resist, I leaned over and swiped my tongue over her clit.
She moaned.
Spreading her lips with my fingers, I sucked her nub until she went into a frenzy, then I relented and blew on her slick flesh. She whimpered and trembled, gasping as I licked her, unable to get enough of her taste, not stopping until she screamed my name and orgasmed.
Once my nuts stopped tingling and my pleasurable overload receded, I carefully tucked my member back into its confines and adjusted my clothing. Taking a cue from me, Ryan got to her feet.
“I need a bathroom,” she said softly.
