Page 77 of Ruthless Lord
“And miss my chance to congratulate the conquering hero?”
“Didn’t think you cared all that much.”
“I didn’t think I did either,” I admit, touching his chest with my fingertips, moving them upward. I pull them back and lick his sweat off, staring into his eyes. “But I changed my mind.” I tiltmy chin up, mouth slightly open. “I give you permission to touch me now.”
He destroys the distance between us and pulls me against him with one massive arm. His mouth crushes mine, hungry and desperate, like he’s been waiting to hear those words forever. I moan into his mouth, not caring that he’s sweaty and I can taste his blood on his tongue. I want him, I want all of him, and I have to be okay with that.
It’s time to grow up.
I push back and drop to my knees. He stares in surprise as I tug down his shorts and his tight briefs. His dick’s already half hard from one kiss, and I grip its base, licking his tip, sucking the sweat off as I take him into my mouth.
He groans with bliss. I suck him back and forth, licking and slurping and loving the way he gets hard in my mouth. His hand grips my hair, not guiding but holding on tight like he’s afraid of losing control.
“I decided something.” I go down deep and gag, spit rolling down his shaft. I have to stroke him with both hands; his cock’s so big. “Watching you down there.”
“Decided you couldn’t resist sucking my thick cock?”
“Not exactly.” I pull off my top, unhook my bra, and toss them away. God, I love the way his eyes light up at the sight of my bare tits. “I’m not the most… emotionally expressive person in the world.”
“Hadn’t noticed.”
“Takes one to know one.” I lick his tip slowly. “But I decided… maybe… I should be better.”
“You can express yourself as much as you want.” He leans down and kisses me, sloppy and hungry. “Especially when it involves getting down on your knees.”
“Don’t get used to it.” I go back to sucking him, enjoying the way he’s losing control. I feel beautiful and powerful. I know I’m in charge. He’ll beg me to keep going if I stop, and he’ll remain like a baby sheep in my hands if I keep going. I have him, and I can do whatever I want with him.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he rumbles, grip tightening. “Look at your wet little mouth sucking my cock. I could bury myself in your throat and stay there until the day I die.”
“Please don’t die while I’m sucking you off.”
“Then don’t fucking stop.”
I grin and take him as deep as I can, relaxing and going just a little bit deeper before I finally gag and pull back. He groans, eyes blurry and hazy with passion.
I slowly get to my feet, stroking him still, arms pressing my breasts together. He kisses me, tongue in my mouth, and I release him long enough to take off my jeans. I kick them aside and push him back until he’s sitting on the couch, cock stiff and pulsing with his heartbeat.
I straddle him. His hands grip my ass, and his tip teases my aching pussy.
“You should come to my fights more often,” he whispers.
“I should suspend the rules more often, you mean.”
“That too.” He grips my ass and thrusts himself inside me. I gasp in surprise, back arching, eyes rolling back. God, I’d almostforgotten how good that feels. Memory is like a pale imitation. The real thing is fuckingbliss. “Holy shit, Stefano.”
“My words exactly.”
I ride him, grinding down to take him all before moving back up. Sweat rolls down my back. He slaps my ass, squeezing it, spreading me, and thrusting at my pace. I pant and kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he tells me how beautiful I am. He licks my nipples, sucking them hard, biting them rough, making it hurt. I want more, and I grind into him faster, pleasure building in my core.
“Tell me… this is better… than fighting,” I manage to pant, staring into his eyes.
He grips my hair, meeting my gaze. “This is better.”
“And now mean it.”
“This isbetter.” He thrusts in deep and holds me there. I moan and feel like I’m about to burst. “Every inch of you is better. God damn it, Charlie. You fuck me up worse than anything else in my life. All I can do is think about you. Think about fucking you, kissing you, going to bed with you at night like an old fucking married couple. Burying myself in your tight pussy is everything.”
“You mean that, don’t you?”
