Something in his voice made me obey.
He continued to tongue me, and again, I sank into the comforter, determined to find the pleasure in what he clearly was enjoying himself.
Still warm, still slippery, and then…
I sighed, moaning softly. Dirty. Taboo. Kink.
And I was enjoying it.
His tongue snaked below, and he massaged my perineum, streaked across my pussy folds, and then he was back at my ass, circling, probing.
Goose bumps erupted all over my body, and again I wriggled, but he kept me in place. I clutched at the covers, moaning, sighing.
So bad. So good. The ultimate contradiction.
Such a fucking turn-on.
I had no idea how sensitive that area was, and I was on the verge of another climax. When he pushed his fingers inside my pussy, I imploded.
I sank into the bed, pleasure surrounding me, my body quivering as he still worked me with his tongue. The covers muffled my cries, and a foggy haze took over my mind.
All I wanted was more of Ryan’s tongue on me. Every part of me. Especially that part.
He flipped me over and sank his cock into my pussy.
“You’re so hot, Ruby,” he said. “Such a hot little ass.”
The warmth of embarrassment flushed through me, but his dick inside me felt so amazing I didn’t care. I wanted to get lost in Ryan Steel, become part of him. As he thrust into me again and again, I imagined us joined forever, our bodies one, our souls united.
In love.
Our souls united in love.
I was so in love with this man, and he didn’t even know it.
Might never know it.
But I’d relish this time, this joining…and another climax took me higher.
“That’s right. Come. God, Ruby. I’m going to—” He plunged into me harder and farther than he ever had, taking me with him into yet one more orgasm.
I looked deep into his smoking dark eyes, and for a moment, I thought I glimpsed his soul.
He collapsed atop me, brushing his lips against mine.
“Thank you,” was all he said.
* * *
When I got to the office the next morning, I already had a message from Jade to call right away.
“Hey,” I said when she answered. “It’s Ruby.”
“You’ll never guess what I found.”
“The death certificate.”
“Yup. And my hunch was right. It’s the same certificate except instead of John Cunningham it says Bradford Steel. The birth date and social have been changed to Brad’s too, but everything else is the same, right down to the number. No record of John Cunningham. He was probably an indigent that no one missed.”