God, she was the perfect woman for me.
I was so turned on, so hot, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. As much as I wanted to shoot down her throat, I needed to get inside her first.
Shit. I still had all my clothes on. But I couldn’t wait. I needed her. Now. As much as it pained me, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. “Lie back, baby.”
She obeyed, spreading her legs.
For a moment, I looked at her. At the beautiful swollen pink flesh open for me. I inhaled that scent all around us that seemed to be coming from everywhere, only it wasn’t. It was coming from her beautiful body exposed to my view.
I planted my hand on the bed, forcing her thighs closer to her body, her entrance at the perfect angle. And I thrust into her.
Sweet heaven.
Sweet home.
Inside Ruby, I was home.
I stayed locked to the hilt for a few seconds, loving the way her walls hugged my cock. For an instant, I thought my life would be perfect if I could just stay embedded in her body forever.
But my balls ached, my cock throbbed. So I pulled out and pushed back inside her wetness. She cried out, her fingers sliding toward her vulva. She rubbed her own juices over her hard nub, and I lost it.
“Come,” I commanded. “Come now.”
Her walls spasmed around me, and she cried out my name—an angel’s song to my ears.
Could I truly induce orgasm in her just by demanding it? The thought made me hum with power. I pulled back out and slammed home, filling her, taking her, giving myself to her and only her.
When my body stopped shuddering, my cock finally stopped throbbing, I closed my eyes, trying to hold back what I knew was coming.
But I couldn’t.
A tear fell from one eye and trailed down my cheek, and then one from the other.
Chapter Thirty-One
Ruby
I was still enraptured from my orgasm when I noticed his tears. He pulled out of me and pulled his pants up around his hips, although he didn’t snap or buckle them.
I waited. Waited for him to tell me what to do. As wrong as waiting for a command felt, it also felt so very right.
Instead, he only stared at me. Not at my naked body. He looked into my eyes with a look so tortured that I thought I could see into his soul. Something was bothering him. Something big. So big that it elicited a tear…and then another.
I stopped my mouth from dropping open. I wouldn’t mention the tears. That would embarrass him.
He was still fully clothed, and I sat up and took his hands, bringing him down upon the bed beside me.
“Ryan,” I said. “What’s wrong?”
He let go of one of my hands and trailed his finger up my arm, my shoulder, my cheekbone, around to the band holding my ponytail in place. He pulled it out of my hair and let my tresses fall down my back. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
His eyes were still tortured, his lids heavy, his dark irises glassy. He continued touching me, lightly running his fingers over my body.
Then he closed his eyes and inhaled. “I can always smell you. Your scent intoxicates me. Makes me want you so much.”
I touched his cheek. “I’m right here. You have me.”
He opened his eyes. “Something happened today.” Then he tilted his head slightly to the side. “No, that’s not right. Nothing happened. I just found out something. Most of my life has been a lie.”