I snarl as her wet pussy starts to make sweet noises, beautiful wet noises that tell me she’s getting close. My tongue slips over her wetness, spreading it from her hole to her clit, coating her perfect virgin pussy in a slick layer of lust.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, as her hips go into overdrive, bucking as though she can’t take anymore.
But the beast inside of me doesn’t give a damn what she can take.
All I care about is keeping my face pressed as close to this tasty-as-fuck hole as possible, as I suck her clit into my mouth and press down on it.
“Oh. My. God—”
She breaks off in a scream as the orgasm explodes inside of her, her delicious thighs closing around my head as if she thinks I’m going to stop. But I never would, not when she’s making those perfect choked noises of euphoria, not when I can feel and taste the squirting orgasm pulsing from her perfect innocent little hole.
I growl yes as I lick her, consuming her pussy, but it comes out as an animal’s snarl without any words.
Which is fitting. Because an animal is what she makes me.
Finally, she collapses, the orgasm passing.
I stand up and stare down at her, the way her hair sticks all sweaty to her forehead. She lies half sideways, one leg folded over the other, drawing in frantic breaths.
I reach down and grab onto her shoulders, hauling her to her feet and leaning down, holding my lips close to hers.
“Taste yourself,” I snarl, my balls pulsing at the thought, my cock twitching. “Taste how fucking sweet you are. Taste how fucking perfect you are.”
She nods obediently, my good girl, and we sink into the kiss.
Chapter Twenty
Rosie
My body has never felt so sensitive, every inch of me alert. His hands reach down for my dress, pulling up, and I lift my arms on instinct.
All that stuff I said to Sadie, about not knowing what to do, about being scared I was just going to freeze and ruin it…
It seems so silly now, so distant, even if it was only hours ago. It’s like my whole world, my whole being has been reshaped by what we just did.
The air pricks my skin and Ryker steps back, looking down at me, his lips twisted and his eyes fierce. “I need those tits. Fuck.”
He reaches around to unhook my bra and I let it fall to the floor. He leans down and pushes my breasts together, sucking first one nipple and then the other. Tingles swarm over my skin, coursing through me, dancing around in my belly, and joining the pleasure still pulsing in my pussy from where he went down on me.
I grab at his jacket, my hands moving without my say-so, without needing any instruction.
He releases my breasts for a moment and shrugs his jacket off, and together we work on his shirt buttons. Our hands bump into each other and we laugh, our eyes meeting, a moment of warm intimacy amidst the swirling maelstrom of lust sucking us both in.
My body gives a shudder when I drink in the sight of his bare torso, his pecs bulging and rock solid, his abs a stony sheet of muscles, everything taut and ready for action.
“I want to see all of you,” I moan, nodding at his pants, at the intimidating outline of his cock.
“Go on then,” he snarls with a smirk. “Don’t be shy.”
I shoot him a sassy look, the word shy prompting a rebellion in me. I’m not going to allow anything even close to shyness to enter the majesty of this moment.
I reach forward and grab onto his belt, fumbling quickly. It’s freaking distracting because he paws and massages my breasts, softly rubs my nipples, and sends a galaxy of tempting pleasure swirling through me.
But finally, I pull his belt loose, yank at his button, and pull his trousers and his boxers down in one go.
He kicks his shoes off and quickly removes his socks, so we’re both completely naked… except for my heels.
“No,” he says with a commanding note in his voice, when I lean down to remove them. “Keep them on. They make your legs look so fucking sexy.”
I nod, staring at his cock, his massive and throbbing cock. It’s huge.
Veins run up and down the length of it, as though all his animal need is pulsing through it. With a snarl he steps forward and places his hands on my shoulders, pushing me lightly back onto the bed.
I gasp when the helm of his cock strokes against my belly, smoothing precome across my skin, stunned at how freaking hot the precome feels.
Falling backward, I stare up at his perfectly sculpted body, at his muscles pressing firmly against his skin, as his face twists in pleasure. I know there’s no going back now, no way I could stop him, even if I wanted to…