Page 110 of Mad As Hell

She shot me a droll look before glancing up at her bound hands. “Honestly? I’m not sure which one of us made out better tonight. I’m kind of doubting she’s tied up like a criminal.”

With a chuckle, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the bed so her hands, still bound, stretched above her head in a way that pushed her full tits up to strain against the front of my jersey. My dick jerked, aching to be inside her.

“You look good enough to eat,” I murmured, brushing my thumb against my lower lip as I watched her.

Her cheeks flushed an addictive shade of pink that I wanted to see on her face every single day for the rest of our lives. I moved to stand at the foot of the bed, my gaze traveling up her insanely long legs, which felt like heaven wrapped around my waist when I was pounding into her. But the glistening skin between her legs, swollen and red and soaked, was my own personal nirvana.

Something that sounded like a half-moan, half-whimper slipped from her lips and she pressed her legs together. I reached out and shoved them apart, not done looking at her.

“Ryan.” My name was a breathless gasp as her hips lifted off the bed, seeking what I’d been denying her for the past twenty minutes.

I knelt on the edge of the bed and lifted one leg to balance her foot on my shoulder. Turning, I kissed the inside of her ankle. Goosebumps broke out across her calf, and she shivered under me.

I took my time, moving down the sweet length of her leg, peppering kisses across her flesh until a breath separated my mouth from her pussy. She seemed to freeze, even her breathing silenced as she waited for what came next.

I lowered her leg and started the same treatment up her other leg. When she huffed out a frustrated breath, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone. Opening the app I’d been using all night, I turned the vibrator inside her onto a medium setting. Her body jolted, a curse flying from her mouth that morphed into a groan I felt in my bones.

She was practically twitching under me when I reached her center once more. Instead of backing away, I swiped the flat of my tongue up her slit before suckling her clit into my mouth as hard as I could.

A loud cry pierced the room as she came. I kept sucking on the bundle of nerves between her legs, dragging out her orgasm. Her body spasmed and bowed off the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Reaching up, I plucked the vibrator from her soaked pussy and replaced it with two of my fingers as I lapped up all of her honey. God, she tasted fucking divine. I curled my fingers inside her, rubbing at the spot I knew would send her flying again.

“No!” she practically shrieked, trying to twist her hips away as her head thrashed back and forth. “Ryan—I can’t. It’s too… fuck. It’s too much.”

I chuckled and worked a third finger into her, stretching her, as I grazed my teeth across her clit. She came again with a fresh gush of arousal that coated my lips and hand.

Aftershocks rippled through her as I slowly relented and eased my fingers out of her. She clamped around me briefly, her body not wanting to let me go. I kissed the top of her pussy before moving up her body.

Her chest heaved between us, and the dazed look in her eyes made my chest swell with pride because I’d rocked her fucking world.

And I wasn’t close to done.

I kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth and forcing her to taste herself on my lips. My hips ground against her, the denim causing enough friction to make her flinch a second before her eyes rolled back in her head and she groaned.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whispered, kissing the underside of her jaw.

“I think you killed me,” she mumbled, shaking her head slowly.

I grinned against her neck. “We’re just getting started, baby. By my count, I still owe you another thirty-nine.”

“Maybe we need to work out some kind of payment plan,” she joked.

I pulled back and studied her. “Need a break?”

Her eyes narrowed for a brief second, some of that fire I loved in her coming back. “I can handle whatever you’re giving, Cain.”

She was so perfect for me.

“I need to ask you something first,” I said reluctantly, needing an answer to a question that had been plaguing me since she’d returned. Now, seeing her here like this, I couldn’t ignore the obvious.

She cocked an eyebrow.

My hand settled on her hip and I schooled my features so I wouldn’t wince at the sharp angle of her hip bone digging into my palm. “We need to talk about this.”

She stilled, her gaze shuttering before my eyes. “That’s not a question.”

“Fine,” I corrected, swallowing down my urge to say something sarcastic. “What’s with the sudden weight loss? And the weird as fuck diet? Since when do you care what you eat?”

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