Page 95 of Wicked Intentions (Wicked Games 3)
“Tell me how it feels,” he says harshly. The tremor in his voice tells me he’s getting closer to losing his control—and knowing it’s all because of me, because of how I’m reacting to him and what he’s doing to me—makes it so much hotter.
“So good,” I whisper. “So amazing. It feels…it feels like I’m yours.”
His groan sends a vibration through my core that feels so incredible that I jerk. His tongue laps faster against my clit. His thumb slides inside me, but it’s not enough.
“Please,” I beg again, a pulse of pleasure throbbing between my legs.
“Don’t come yet, baby. Just feel this. Just breathe.”
His whispered command makes me shudder. His voice is so soft yet so hard, so confident, so fucking sexy I can’t help but rock faster against his mouth, cupping my breasts so I can pinch my nipples while his hands dig into my hips, trying to hold me in place.
“Look at you all swollen for me,” he says softly, then slides his tongue up and down my cleft, flat, lapping, until he gets back up top and he does a swirling thing that makes me groan and shudder. “Fuck,” he whispers. “I love how you respond to me, Angel.”
He can’t wait anymore. He rises up, drags his shirt over his head, rips open the fly of his jeans, then takes his erection in his fist. “Need your mouth, sweetheart,” he rasps.
I sit up, scoot closer to him, wrap my hand around the thick base of his cock, and slide the head between my lips.
His soft moan is my reward.
I stroke his shaft as I get the head of his cock wet all over, then take it deeper into my mouth, sucking, feeling him tight and hot against my tongue. He hisses in a breath, digging his hands into my hair, and flexes his hips, looking down at me as I suck him deeper into my mouth.
He gasps when I take him all the way to the base.
When I circle my other hand around his balls, he shudders. I start a rhythm, achingly slow, a drag and pull with my mouth that allows me to feel every ridge and vein, to savor his heat and taste, to listen as his moans grow louder and more broken.
“Not yet,” he pants. “I want to come in your mouth, but not…oh fuck.”
I’m circling my tongue around and around his engorged head. He’s watching me, eyes half-shut, mouth open, hair falling into his eyes as his chest heaves with every breath. His hands on either side of my head are shaking.
Then suddenly I’m on my back again. He hovers over me, big and powerful, a mountain of a man, his half-lidded eyes filled with lust and possession. “Spread your legs,” he orders softly, “and fuck that sweet pussy on my cock.”
I obey him, reaching down for his erection, finding it and sliding it back and forth between my legs until it’s slick. He holds himself still above me, arms braced and every muscle flexed as I guide the head of his cock inside me, canting my hips to get the angle right.
“Slow,” he warns as I immediately start to buck against it. I drop my head against the mattress, drag a ragged breath into my lungs, and very slowly flex my hips so he eases inside me, inch by beautiful, hard inch, until he’s fully sheathed.
“You’ve still got your jeans on,” I say breathlessly.
He answers in a voice like gravel. “I’ll take ’em off in a minute. Need you like this first. Now rock against that cock, baby, and kiss me.”
I pull his head down and kiss him deeply, my thighs trembling on either side of his hips, my heartbeat like thunder. Then, very slowly, I start to move my hips in a circular motion. It feels so good I clutch the hard globes of his ass and grind against him, rubbing my sensitive clit against his pelvis while keeping the entire throbbing length of him inside.
“Oh God, this is my new favorite thing,” I pant. “You’re so hard. God, you’re rock-hard for me.”
“Let it build. Don’t rush it. Just feel me. Feel how good we are together.”
He lowers his head and sucks on my nipple. I arch into his mouth, gasping, wanting to laugh and cry and scream all at the same time, every emotion pummeling me so I have to fight for breath.
“My beautiful Angel,” Ryan murmurs against my skin, moving his mouth to my other breast and sucking it, his soft hair tickling my skin. His voice drops to a whisper. “You have my heart. You know you have my heart.”
I swallow a sob.
He lowers his chest to mine so his whole body is pressed against me. Then he inhales against my neck, makes a deep sound of pleasure, and flexes his hips. “C’mon, baby,” he gently prompts when I fall still. “That’s your cock. Fuck it.”
I close my eyes and run my hands up his muscular arms, loving the strength I feel in them. Then I exhale the breath I’ve been holding and roll my hips.
Ryan growls in pleasure, so I do it again. And again. And again.
He’s hot and heavy and hard against me. His whole body is hard and masculine, and I love it so much, I can’t help but paw him like a greedy little hungry animal. I turn my head to his arm and sink my teeth into the muscle as I listen to him pant and softly groan. I’m so wet, I hear the sounds it makes as I grind against him, but I don’t care. I’m past rational thought. I’m nearly delirious.
