“Ryan, please,” I begged as my fingers clung to him, pulling him to me.
His lips trailed down over my stomach, my hip bone, my inner thigh. I moaned in anticipation.
“Please,” I begged again.
He pushed my thighs open, settling his shoulders between them. He inhaled a breath and made an “mmm” sound.
“You’re wet baby. So wet.”
I lifted my hips, tired of waiting for him to please me. He slid his hands underneath my buttocks and held my pussy to his mouth.
“Hold on baby, I’m going to drive you mad.” His tongue swept through my folds, and I cried out as pleasure zinged through my blood.
My fingers gripped his head, wanting to make sure he didn’t stop. “Yes…. Ryan…yes.”
His tongue swirled around my clit and I started to buck as the sweet torture built.
“You like that, don’t you, Kellie? You like that when I suck your clit.” He did it again.
“Yes…Oh God…yes.”
Then his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked.
“Ryan!” I screamed his name as he shot me to the edge. He held me there as he gently sucked and tongued me. When he released my clit, I whimpered. My release was right there, so close.
“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. Do you want that? Tell me you want that.”
“Fuck me with your tongue,” I managed to say.
He groaned at my words and then his tongue plunged inside me.
My hips began to rock of their own accord.
“Yes, yes...” I chanted. “I’m going to come…make me come Ryan.” I prayed he wouldn’t tease me. That he’d keep fucking me with his mouth until I was drowning in my orgasm.
“Give me your sweet juice, baby,” he murmured. Then his tongue slid inside me, flicking along my pussy walls as his thumb rubbed my clit.
Fireworks shot off and flashed in my brain as pleasure electrified my body. I long feral moan escaped me as the orgasm consumed my body, my soul.
“So sweet,” he murmured. “So fucking sweet.”
1
Ryan
I sat back and rubbed my eyes. They’d started glazing over all the paperwork strewn on my desk. I was excited about taking the family’s footwear company international, but the amount of red tape and hoops to jump through were enough to make my head explode.
Giving my head a shake to ride the cobwebs, I refocused on the task at hand; secure a European distributor. I hoped the teleconference I was having with Christian LaMont would close the deal and we could move forward with our expansion.
There was a knock and then my door opened. My brother Hunter poked his head in. “Gran wants a meeting.”
“I have a call shortly.”
He shrugged. “She says it's important.”
I checked to make sure I had all my notes and data for the call ready on my desk for when I returned. Then I followed Hunter to the conference room.
My grandmother was already at the head of the table with her trusted assistant Andi by her side. In her late seventies, my grandmother still carried the sharp mind and quick wit of a woman half her age. She was a force of nature who we all loved to death. We all appreciate the vision she had as a young woman when she developed a sandal business from her garage that today was a billion-dollar company. She’d built it from nothing into the nationally known and highly respected footwear company it was now. My goal was to take it international.