Page 87 of Mad Love

My mouth fell open before my brain could process the words, my body completely ready to do whatever he wanted. I loved when he got like this; bossy and dominant and so focused on the connection between us that nothing else seemed to exist.

Keeping my ponytail wrapped in his fist, he thrust into my mouth. The taste of him exploded on my tongue, salty and tangy. I worked to relax my jaw and let him all the way in. When he went deeper, I dug my nails into my forearms and forced myself to breathe through my nose.

“Fuck, I love this mouth,” he rasped, picking up the pace and barely giving me time to catch my breath. Tears pricked my eyes and slid down my cheeks. His fingers caught one of my tears, and I watched through blurry eyes as he lifted it to his lips.

“You taste amazing in every single way,” he murmured, grunting at the end as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. “Shit, yeah. Do that again, baby.”

I sucked hard and swallowed against his tip as it bumped the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he swore again, jerking in my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair, getting my attention. “I want you to swallow every drop. Then I’m going to spend all day fucking you until you can’t walk. Sound good?”

My core clenched, wetness gathering between my thighs. I ached to rub my legs together, desperately needing to relieve the building pressure.

He laughed, the sound dark and depraved and thrilling. “Yeah, thought you’d like that.” He thrust into my mouth a few more times before he came with a groan, and, just as he’d requested, I swallowed every single drop.

With a devastating grin, he pulled me off his cock. My lips gave an audible pop as I sucked him off until the very last second. He urged me to my feet, and as soon as my mouth was within kissing distance, his lips claimed mine.

His tongue massaged mine, the taste of his release dancing across both our mouths as he devoured me.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips, his hand cradling my sore jaw and thumb stroking my bottom lip with reverence. “So fucking hot.” He kissed me again, and my insides thrummed to life with his praise.

I loved that he loved the way I was with him. That he loved every part of me.

The insistent throbbing between my thighs was reaching the point of pain as I squeezed my legs together.

“Madison,” he growled, his hand once again fisting my hair and jerking me back as he scowled at me. Then, as if he realized how rough he’d been, he started to let me go.

“Don’t do that,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass.”

He paused, and the corner of his mouth kicked up. “You want more?”

I nodded in jerky movements, my chest heaving and clit twitching with the need for him to touch me. “Ryan, please.”

His gaze darkened into something primitive and feral. He collared my throat gently with his free hand. “I love it when you beg. I wonder how much you’ll beg before I give you what you want.”

I huffed because all I wanted was his dick inside me while I chased my own personal form of nirvana. “Ryan—”

He shook his head, cutting me off and moving back. “Strip.”

Okay, well, stripping meant good things were coming. Or, hopefully, I would be coming.

I hurried to comply, dropping all my clothes on the floor without hesitation. I stood there, waiting for the next command, but all he did was stare.

And stare.

His gaze lingered between my thighs like a physical caress. My nipples puckered and tightened as he watched me breathe. When I was finally ready to crack, he moved, but not to touch me.

He walked around me in a slow circle, a shark eyeing its prey.

Or a master surveying his property.

A shudder rippled down my spine as I felt his gaze land on my ass.

I pressed my lips together, not sure what game we were playing, but wanting to play all the same. My fingers twitched at my sides, desperately wanting to touch him.

He paused behind me. “Go stand in front of the windows. Palms on the glass, legs apart.”

I drew in a shuddering breath and walked across the room on wobbly legs to do as he’d commanded.

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