King's Ransom (Ruthless Doms 3)

“Stefan.” My name is a garbled, ardent plea I feel straight to my cock, but a quick pinch to her ass makes her amend herself. “Daddy.”

I move lower, until my mouth hovers over her pussy. I breathe hot air over her, and she shivers and moans. I brace myself on my elbows on either side of her, cupping her ass in my hands to raise her pussy to me.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispers. I draw the very tip of my tongue to the top of her pussy.

“Not yet,” I counter.

“Stefannnn,” she moans.

“Quiet now,” I instruct. I push the tip of my tongue to where she pulses and groan. She tastes sweet and sultry and I need more.

I meet her eyes. “Don’t move,” I whisper. “Don’t talk, until you’re ready to come. And the only word I want to hear then is please.”

Biting her lip, her vibrant eyes wide and eager, she nods. With a sigh of deep contentment, I lower my mouth and drag my tongue along her slit. Her legs part further and her eyes flutter shut, as I lose myself to this, licking and sucking until her hips buck and she breathes the word I’m longing to hear.

“Please.”Chapter 14TaaraOh, hell, this is good. His hot, wet, expert mouth on my pussy works me so perfectly to the edge of climax, I’m losing my mind.

“Wait, baby,” he says when I beg for him to let him come, his hands traveling the length of my body until he reaches my nipples. I thought I was going to lose my mind before, but God this is even better. I lift my hips to meet his mouth when he tweaks my nipples and laps my pussy.

“Please,” I repeat.

He lifts his mouth just enough to whisper, “Come, baby,” before his tongue returns to its wicked assault. He flicks my nipple, sucks my clit, and I sail headlong into euphoria. I moan as my body pulses and he works my orgasm to utter perfection. My breath hitches, and I curl my fingers above my head as spasms of ecstasy rock my body. I’m moaning and whimpering while he suckles and laps, and I’ve never felt anything like this before, so intense, so wickedly delicious, stars dance behind my eyes.

And then he’s on me, his large, muscular body dwarfing mine. He gathers my secured wrists in his hands and kisses my temple.

“I want in you,” he whispers in my ear.

“Go for it,” I manage to croak out, and that makes him grin, actually grin, something I hardly ever see him do. And then he’s pushing off his pants and rolling on a condom and joining me on the bed, his hot, swollen cock between my legs.

“Open,” he commands in my ear. My legs fall open. I’m pinned beneath him, still hot and tingly from coming so hard on his mouth, when he lines his cock up and thrusts deep inside me. Oh, God, this is better, even more satisfying than his tongue on me. Because this is Stefan, and I love him. And there’s nothing I need or want more than to be joined with him like this.

He works a blissful rhythm while holding my pinned wrists down.

“Fuck, that cunt’s so tight,” he groans in my ear. “Fuck, baby.”

And then he trails off in Russian, probably saying something ridiculously filthy and hot, but I have no clue what he says and I don’t care because the only thing I care about right now is his cock between my legs, the way his powerful hips thrust, the way my pussy clenches around him, and the fact that I know I’m going to come a second time, and soon. I’m getting closer and closer to the precipice of orgasm a second time while he moves in perfect rhythm inside me.

“Baby,” he groans, pulling himself nearly out of me then thrusting in again to the hilt. “Christ, Taara.”

And then I shatter. I fragment. I push my wrists against his impenetrable grip as bliss devours me. He pumps in me and groans, and I relish his every sound as his own pleasure overtakes him while I’m still rocking from my own orgasm. He milks every drop out of me, thrusting and gliding while I lift my hips to meet him.

It’s perfect and lovely and painfully sweet and lasts longer than I could’ve imagined but not long enough.

And then he’s whispering things in Russian and weaving his fingers through my hair, kissing along my forehead and cheek and chin then mouth, his soft lips in such contrast to the roughness of his beard it gives me a happy shiver.

I love this man.

Will he ever love me back?

It’s easy to love someone when you’re wrapped in the throes of ecstasy like this, but I know this is more, so much more, than sex-driven. Our lovemaking is only a culmination of what had to happen, a declaration of truth that needed to be said. He’s claimed me as his own, and I’ve claimed him, and it’s like we both think this at the same time, because he holds me tighter to him, and I return the embrace. His cock still hot between my legs, my body molded to him, we’re one in this.