Page 13 of Ruthless Lord
He comes in my mouth with a low roar, entirely out of control. I keep sucking him, swallowing as it hits the back of my throat, exploding like he’s been saving this just for me all his life. Ashe finishes, I lovingly lick him, cleaning him up, and pull back, breathing hard to catch my breath.
My muscles ache. When the hell did that happen?
“Fuck, Charlie,” he says, collapsing next to me.
For a beat, I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. Do we snuggle? Do we shake hands and compliment each other?
He deserves high praise if so.
But Stefano doesn’t hesitate. He pulls me into his arms and hugs me close against his incredible body. I melt into him, cradled by his massive size, feeling warm and praised and good.
“Can I be honest for a second?” I whisper, smiling to myself.
“Right now, you can say anything you want, and I’ll just worship you.”
I grin like a moron. What a dumb thing to say, but it was perfect anyway. “I didn’t expect this to happen.”
“Oh, I did. The second I saw you running through the men’s locker room. I thought to myself, I’m going to fuck her senseless all night and come in her pretty mouth.”
I laugh and slap him lightly on the arm. “Don’t say that.”
“What? I didn’t come in your mouth?”
“No, you did. I just mean?—”
“You don’t want me to say dirty things when I’m not actively fucking you?”
My cheeks blaze pink. “Basically, yeah.”
He snuggles in closer, lips kissing me lightly. “Who says I’m done?”
I blink in surprise and twist to face him. He looks totally earnest. “But you already, you know—” I gesture vaguely down at his dick.
“I told you already. I get you for one night, and I’m going to have my fill.” He’s already stroking himself slowly. “Are you complaining? You’re free to go.”
Well, shit. A little thrill rekindles in my stomach. Is this guy for real? I don’t even know if I can handle that big dick in me again tonight, but I’m honestly so curious I can’t help myself.
I have to see what he can do.
It’s just one night. Tomorrow, it’ll be back to my old life. I’ve always liked transgressing against my family, but this is definitely a line I never should’ve crossed.
Only I’m on the other side already, and there’s no point in trying to go back.
“One of these times I’ll call your bluff,” I say, leaning up to kiss his lower lip.
“But not this time.”
“No, not this time.”
I wakeup early the next morning sore as hell.
It’s a new experience for me. The dull ache between my legs is bizarre, but also satisfying.
The hulking Stefano snores lightly beside me in the bed.
I slip out and get dressed. The clock says it’s slightly past five in the morning and the sun’s barely rising outside. I can’t see well and nearly fall over, only to realize most of my clothes are still down in the kitchen.
I hate this. I don’t want to steal away without saying something. But what exactly am I supposed to tell him?
