Page 123 of Pucking Wild

He watches me every second, not daring to look away. When he reaches out a hand, I take it. Holding tight to me, he reels me in. “Such a good fucking girl,” he says, his other hand brushing over my hair. “So beautiful on your knees for me.”

I hold in a whimper, biting my bottom lip.

“Look at me, Tess.”

I glance up, my gaze sweeping over his bare chest to hold his gaze.

“Do you like when I call you a good girl?” He’s genuinely curious. He wants to know. He wants this to be good for me too. God, he’s getting me so hot. My sweet consent king with a sneaky dom side. I’m dead.

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“But you’re not a good girl, are you?” he teases, his thumb tracing down my jaw.

“I try,” I admit, leaning into his touch.

“Bullshit,” he says with a smirk. “You don’t know the meaning of the word. Not when it comes to sex. You’re pure devil. Look at you,” he adds, raising his hand to give my little devil horns a tug. “At least mine was a costume.”

I smile up at him, batting my lashes. “Even devils can be good sometimes.”

“Yeah, when they want something,” he replies. “Tell me what you want.”

I reach out with both hands, brushing them over his jeans, up his thighs. Slowly, I tug at his jeans and briefs, pulling them down his hips. “I want my mark on you,” I admit, gazing up at him. “I want you claimed, Ryan. I saw you with your hands on that sexy Cleopatra, and I wanted to rip her fucking wig off.”

His smile falls as he gazes down at me, a curl of his blond hair sweeping across his brow. He cups my jaw, demanding my attention, his pretty green eyes dark and needy. “Do you really think I would ever look sideways at another woman when I have this goddess at my feet?”

His words strike a cord deep in my trauma-addled soul.

Pretty words. It’s just something men say, but never mean. He won’t be faithful. They never are—

“Tess,” he soothes, both hands cupping my cheeks. It’s like he knows what I’m thinking. A shiver goes through me as he brushes those gentle thumbs over my freckles. “Look at me, beautiful.”

I peer up at him through my lashes.

“There is no one else,” he says, his gaze open and honest. “So long as you give me the time of fucking day, there won’t be. I am so hung up on you, it’s not even funny. When that drunk girl grabbed my hand, I turned around, desperate to see that it wasyou. I wanted it to be you who came to me—”

“Iwascoming for you,” I admit, my hands smoothing over his bare hips. “Ryan, I followed you inside. I wanted to find you, be near you. I just want to be where you are.” My gaze darkens as I glare up at him, letting my jealousy loose. “And then I saw her in your arms, and I wanted to fuck you right there in the hallway. I didn’t care who watched.”

His gaze is triumphant. “And what do you want now, pretty devil? Say it out loud.”

I jerk his pants down to his knees, freeing his cock. It bobs in my face, hard and ready for me. I wrap my hand around it, loving the way he tenses, one hand going to my hair. I gaze up at him. “I’m putting my mark on you tonight. You are not a free dick anymore, Ryan. This is mine ‘til I say otherwise.”

His hand tightens in my hair. “Do it. Claim me.”

I lean in, lips parting to taste him, when he pulls on my hair tipping my head back.

“But just know this goes both ways,” he warns. “Unlike the idiot twins down the hall, I don’t fucking share. It’s not in my nature. If my dick is yours, that pussy is mine. We can still be friends who fuck, but I’ll be the only one you’re fucking. Understood?”

I nod, heart racing.

“Speak.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He lets go of my hair, dropping his hand back to grip the dresser. “Now get on my dick.”

Okay, my pussy is officially fanning herself with anticipation. Dom Ryan might be my new favorite. Wasting no more time, my mouth closes around his tip and I suck, wanting my saliva to make it messy. He groans again, his hands going to my shoulders as I slide my painted lips up and down his shaft, stroking him with my tongue.

“So fucking good,” he says, hand tightening in my hair.

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