Page 118 of Mad Love

Ryan was back seconds later, a pair of handcuffs dangling from a finger. He arched a questioning brow at me.

Oh, hell. Those things again?

Arousal shimmered in my stomach and leaked from my center. I shivered and nodded, licking my suddenly parched lips.

Ryan’s responding grin made my heart flip. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice a caress that slid over my heated skin like a satin sheet. He handcuffed me to the bed, and I realized these cuffs were lined with a soft, supple leather that didn’t hurt my wrists at all. Even still, Ryan ran his pinkie along the edge to make sure it wasn’t hurting me.

I tugged at the restraints, a thrill shooting straight down to my core as I realized how helpless this left me.

Ryan stood beside the bed and fisted his cock in his hand, giving it a hard stroke before his thumb swirled around the pearly drop of fluid at the tip. My mouth freaking watered, remembering the way he tasted on my tongue and wanting it.

A slow grin spread on his face. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are, baby? Looking like you’re starving for my cock?”

I bit my lower lip, but it wasn’t enough to hold back the needy whimper of want.

He kneeled over my chest and touched my jaw. “Open.”

Like it was just another thing for him to command, my lips parted instantly. He pushed into my mouth slowly, and I forced myself to relax as he nudged the back of my throat.

“Fuck, your mouth is amazing,” he uttered, bracing a hand above the headboard for leverage as he started to withdraw.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as he thrust in and out of my mouth. His taste, familiar and salty, exploded on my tastebuds, and I hummed as he fucked my mouth. His free hand traced my jaw as he stared down at my lips stretched around him.

“Gonna swallow every drop, right, baby?”

I hummed again in agreement, redoubling my efforts and smirking internally while he grunted and jerked on my tongue.

“Fuck, Maddie,” he groaned. “So fucking good.” His eyes closed, his head falling back in ecstasy as he pumped into my throat. The vein on the underside of his cock pulsed a second before he came in my mouth with a grunt.

I sucked him through his orgasm, swallowing every drop and even licking my lips when he finally pulled out, to make sure I didn’t miss anything.

“You’re amazing,” he praised, his gaze soft and full of love as he leaned down and kissed me, tangling our tongues as our lips slotted together. A hand brushed across my breasts, tweaking one nipple and then the next until I arched off the bed with a breathy cry.

“I’ve got you,” Ryan promised, his voice rough and full of sin as he moved to the foot of the bed. Moments later, he was crawling between my spread legs, his wide shoulders a tight fit as he pressed a kiss to each hip before nuzzling against my center. “God, I love the way you smell.” He licked a stripe up my slit, and my back came off the bed. “The way you fucking taste.” He groaned in approval, splaying a hand across my lower belly to hold me still as he feasted on my pussy.

His fingers sank into me and curled, rubbing against the front of my pussy. I clenched my teeth to swallow a scream as he massaged my G-spot.

“So tight,” he murmured, approval in his gruff tone as he pumped a third finger into me. His lips fastened around my clit, lashing it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

My body spasmed as I came with a low, almost wailing, cry. He kept rubbing that spot inside of me as his lips sucked at my clit. The sensations were too much and before my first orgasm had finished, I was rolling into a second that made my chest ache from the force of it. I forgot how to breathe as everything in me seized up, clenching and throbbing as I shattered.

I tugged uselessly at the headboard, needing to push him off before I blacked out from the pleasure. I couldn’t close my legs or move away from sensations so perfect they bordered on painful.

“N-no more,” I gasped, my head thrashing back and forth.

He lifted his head, his lips and chin shiny. “But we’re just getting started, Maddie.” He dragged a blunt finger through my slit, and I flinched when he rubbed against the side of my swollen clit. “Ready?”

I shook my head, mindless. “Can’t.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh almost reverently. “Yes, you can.”

“Seriously might die,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut.

He laughed, the sound warm and full of lust and love. “Not a chance. I plan on torturing this sweet body for years to come.” He circled my entrance, and I moaned as my pussy tried to clench around him.

“See?” His lips kissed the top of my pussy like a reward for being a good girl. “I knew you had more in you. Besides, this part is when it really gets fun.”

“F-fun?” I stammered, my eyes flying open in alarm to see him reaching over my leg for something he’d tossed onto the bed.

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