Page 192 of Mad Love

I arched a brow, smugness spreading through me. “See something you like?”

His eyes narrowed. “I see a lot I love.”

I grinned. “Right answer.” I walked forward, an extra sway to my hips as I went to the edge of the bed and then crawled on all fours to the middle.

A moment of uncertainty entered his eyes as he looked at my bruises again. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m sure I’m okay,” I assured him. “And I’m sure that I really need you.” Feeling brave, I ran my hands up my sides and cupped my breasts, pushing them up and squeezing before pinching and tugging at my nipples. A soft moan slipped from my lips.

He licked his lips, his eyes going hooded as he watched. “Touch yourself, Maddie. Play with that pretty little clit.”

I sucked two fingers into my mouth before lowering them to my pussy and slipping between my folds. I circled my clit, my eyes drifting shut as pleasure shot through me. Fuck, I was already wet and ready for him, but I loved this power. I loved the feel of his eyes on me, watching and memorizing each movement.

Rubbing my clit with tight circles, I felt myself edging closer to what I needed. Pleasure coiled in my belly. I whimpered, spreading my legs wider and about to fall when a strong hand clamped around my wrist and pulled my fingers away from my soaked center.

My eyes shot open to see Ryan draw my hand up to his mouth and suck my fingers clean with a throaty groan of approval.

“I love the way you taste,” he murmured, almost reverently.

My pussy clenched around air, desperate to be filled. “Ryan.” His name escaped my lips as a needy whine. “Please.”

“Turn around,” he ordered, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed. Once I did, he shoved it under my hips and pressed a hand on my back until my ass was in the air and my cheek was pressed against the mattress.

For a long moment, he didn’t do anything. Didn’t touch me, didn’t speak. Hell, I wasn’t sure he was breathing. I was about to break, to plead for him to do something, when I felt a finger circle my opening and then push inside.

I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip to keep from crying out, not wanting to confirm to the whole house what we were doing. Or worse, wake up Cori.

He added a second finger, taking his time exploring me, scissoring his fingers and massaging my walls. It was enough to make my me flutter and clench, but not enough to tip me over the edge.

I pushed back against his hand, craving more. He withdrew from between my legs, and then his hand cracked across my ass.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, pressing my face into the bed as heat spread across my skin.

“Greedy girl,” he muttered. “You take what I give you.”

I glanced back over my shoulder with a challenging glare. “Then give me more.”

He smirked, and that should’ve been enough of a warning, but his hand smacking my ass again still came as a shock.

“You know, Mads,” he added, like this was a normal conversation as he massaged where he’d hit me, kneading the burn deeper under my skin, “I think pink is your color.” Then he slapped my ass once more, and I sank into the feeling.

I lost count of how many times Ryan’s hand landed on my ass, peppering slaps across the fleshy parts until everything felt warm and my eyes struggled to stay open. Seriously, why was this so relaxing? It was like I could feel the stress and tension melting out of my body as the heat spread through my limbs.

I might’ve even been able to doze off, until one of Ryan’s slaps landed right across my pussy.

I jolted with a barely muffled screech, everything south of my hips lighting up with instant need once more. Before I had a chance to settle, his fingers were plunging inside me again, stretching and teasing as his thumb pressed firm circles around my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered into the bed, spasming around his thick fingers.

His chuckle was dark and throaty. “Who knew you were so into spankings? But I’m not nearly done with you yet. Still with me?”

I nodded, unable to form words.

His hands vanished only to be replaced with the broad head of his cock as he slowly sank into me. I felt every single delicious inch as he pushed inside me until his hips brushed the sensitized skin of my ass. His hands landed on my hips, squeezing hard, as he pulled out and thrust back in with an appreciative groan.

“So fucking perfect,” he managed through clenched teeth. “Fuck, I love this pussy.”

My hands fisted in the sheets as he set a hard, fast rhythm. Every time his hips snapped against mine, I felt it everywhere.

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