Page 197 of Mad As Hell

“Touch yourself,” he growled, the demand clear as his fingers stilled inside me. If I stopped, he’d stop.

My fingers shook as I placed my hand back where he wanted. I clumsily ran my palms over my breasts as he curled his fingers, massaging that enigmatic spot that always sent me soaring.

But instead of gliding his fingers in and out of my soaked core, he kept pressure on that spot, never letting up as he sucked my clit between his lips, lashing it with his tongue. I squirmed, the sensations bordering on too much as I tried to get away, but there was nowhere to go.

I exploded with a guttural groan, my toes curling as my body convulsed around him. He never stopped; the pads of his fingertips and his mouth forcing me into another rolling climax.

“S-stop,” I gasped, breathless and spinning, as my head thrashed on the mattress.

Ryan glanced up, his thumb stroking the swollen side of my clit. “You really want me to stop?”

“Yes. No. I mean… wait. What was the question?” Seriously, I’d lost the ability to think.

He smirked, his eyes hooded and dark as he watched me. “Maddie, look at me.”

It took a second to focus, but I finally did. I clenched around his fingers when I saw him smiling at me, my arousal glistening on his lips and chin.

Why was that so freaking hot?

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, almost to himself. He glanced at my core and kissed the top of it gently, reverently, before climbing back overtop of me. He watched me like I was a puzzle he was trying to figure out.

“What?” I finally asked, unable to stop the small smile from playing across my lips.

“Just trying to figure out how I got so lucky.” His voice was oddly hoarse as he studied me with love and need burning in his eyes. “I get to spend the rest of my life with you. It doesn’t seem real.”

“It’s real. I’m real,” I assured him. My hand moved to the front of his jeans. “And right now, I really need you.”

He dipped his head, kissing me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck as the material of his shirt rubbed against the tips of my breasts, scraping over the already sensitive nubs.

Impatient, my hands delved under his shirt, my nails scratching his rock-hard stomach as I tried to push his shirt off. He stayed firm, not moving as he kissed me like we had all the time in the world.

“Ryan,” I whined against his lips, working my fingers under the waistband of his jeans. “I need more.”

“Tell me what you need,” he whispered, his mouth caressing the underside of my jaw.

“You,” I said again, this time with a bit more frustration.

He pulled back enough to grin at me. “You have me. I’m right here.”

I glared at him.

“Be specific,” he encouraged with a throaty chuckle. His head dropped down to catch a nipple in his lips. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want… Shit,” I hissed when his teeth caught the tight peak and tugged. My hands delved into his hair, but I wasn’t sure if I was trying to push him away or pull him closer. “I need you inside me.”

The corner of his mouth tugged up as he feigned innocence. “Inside where? Your mouth?” He traced a finger around the outside of my lips before pushing it past my teeth. “There. I’m inside you.”

I promptly bit his finger.

His brows lifted as he pulled his finger free. “Kinky.”

“If you don’t…” I huffed, annoyed and frustrated and craving more.

“Don’t what?” He was teasing me and loving every minute.

I gritted my teeth and forced a smile as I met his gaze. “If you don’t put your cock inside my pussy in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to file for divorce and find someone who will.”

His eyes rounded.

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