She bucked, her hips wild, my name bursting from her in shallow, ragged gasps.
And then, as her orgasm drenched my hand, I released my grip on her wrists and—quickly, perhaps even savagely—dropped to my knees and plunged my tongue into her sex.
“God!” She slammed her hips forward, ramming her sex to my mouth.
I stabbed my tongue into her, flicked at her clit, and lashed into her again.
I tongue-fucked another orgasm from her as she clawed at my scalp and pulled at my hair.
And as her second orgasm began to fade, I did exactly what I promised. I straightened to my feet, threw her over my shoulder, and carried her to our bed.
I tossed her onto the middle of it, my world fogged with raw, impatient lust.
Through a cloud of need, I snared her ankles and shoved her legs wide.
Her swift intake of breath turned my blood hotter.
“Don’t move,” I ordered as I climbed onto the bed between her spread legs. Kneeling between her ankles, I slid my palms up the inside of her thighs and parted her folds with my thumbs. I stared at her glistening seam, her pink clit.
Ronnie let out a wobbly breath.
I flicked her a look, carnal approval burning in me at the way she chewed on her bottom lip, the way her eyebrows dipped with anticipation.
My woman. Mine. Spread out before me, waiting for me to take her.
Fuck her.
I bent slowly at the waist and traced the tip of my tongue over her clit. Softly. Almost tenderly.
She let out another shaky breath, this one dissolving into a groan as I blew a fine stream of air onto her pussy.
“Don’t move,” I repeated, skimming my fingers down along her inner thighs as I climbed off the bed.
She didn’t. Watching me remove my shoes and shorts, she stayed motionless, legs spread, pussy glistening, arms akimbo above her head.
Cock now free of its fabric prison, it jutted upright, demanding attention.
Wrapping my fingers around it, choking its thick, hard girth, I pumped it once. Twice.
My balls throbbed, full of cum.
“I’m going to fuck you now, babe,” I promised. “And then I’m going to sit back and watch my cum dribble from your tight slit until you beg me to fuck you again.”
Her eyes closed. Her breath left her on a choppy groan. “Lucas…”
Climbing back between her legs, I crawled over her body, planted my hands beneath her armpits and lowered my head to her right breast. Caught it with my mouth. Suckled on her nipple. Hard.
“Oh God…” She writhed, one hand moving to my arm, the other to my hair.
Lifting my head, I tsked at her. “I said, don’t move.”
Lips twitching, eyes half lidded, she returned her arms to the mattress.
“Good girl,” I whispered. “You don’t want to get in trouble, do you?”
A low laugh vibrated through her.
I reclaimed her nipple with my mouth, sucking on its beaded tip. I flicked it with my tongue, rolled it between my teeth.