Page 102 of The Heartbreaker
He gave my clit another flick, and within a few plunges, I was yelling, “Ridge,” at the top of my lungs.
Shuddering.
Losing all control of my body.
The tingles were coming in that fast and hard.
“Ridge!” I shouted again.
If there was somewhere to fall, I would have since I was positive I could no longer bear my own weight. But the mirror held me, keeping me in place while he thrust his strength into me, filling me, making the electricity swirling in my stomach rise as high as my neck and as low as my toes.
“Ridge,” I shouted one final time.
Because it was the only word in my head.
Because I couldn’t even imagine trying to form something that had more than one syllable. My brain couldn’t handle it, not when I was this wound up.
“Fuck, baby, it feels so good when you come.”
Even though my orgasm had passed, he was still sliding in and out, but his pace had slowed, and so did the amount of pressure he gave me. My breath hadn’t yet returned, nor had the numbness left my body; I was still in that sensitive place where every shift caused a spark.
“You get so wet. So tight.” His lips were against mine. “Your pussy becomes so needy for me.” He moved his mouth to my ear. “I want you to fucking need me, Addison.”
His words were making me moan.
The rawness.
The grittiness of his tone, like he’d just woken up but without the sleepy sound.
My toes released the lip of the counter, and my legs wrapped around him.
“Tell me you need me again,” he demanded.
“I need you.” My palms gripped the sides of his face. “God, I need you, Ridge.”
“Tell me you’re going to come so fucking hard that you’re going to milk the cum out of me.”
If I’d considered this less than a minute ago, I was sure I couldn’t get off a second time.
But that was how quickly things had changed.
That was what this slow, steady, relentless rhythm had already done to me.
“We both know you’re going to get me there quickly, so, yes, my pussy is going to milk you.”
“Quickly, huh?” His chuckle was as deep as his voice was. “I like a challenge I know I’m going to win.”
I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip. “Show me, then.”
I was off the counter in seconds and back in his arms. He carried me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. Since my back was to the room, I couldn’t see his destination. I could only feel him lowering me and the softness beneath me when he set me down.
I wasn’t on the bed.
I was on the bench in front of it. A wide, oversize rectangle, decorated in black velvet-like fabric.
“Get on your knees.”
My chest released the longest exhale as his command simmered through me.
