Page 157 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

“Put your hands behind your head,” I ordered.

He arched a brow at me and gave me that look. The one that told me he was always in control and I had no idea who I was talking to.

“Do it,” I said again.

“Someone’s bossy today.” He flashed me an arrogant grin as he reluctantly put his hands behind his head and watched me curiously.

I stood up and peeled off every scrap of clothing I had on, discarding it on the floor before reaching down to tug off his pants. His cock lay heavy against his belly, already pulsing with need as he watched me.

I sat between his legs and glided my hands up his thighs, teasing his balls with the pads of my fingers. Ryland’s eyes grew heavy with lust, and his cock jerked in excitement.

I climbed over so that I was straddling his body and rubbed myself against him. I was already soaked with arousal, and I glided over his hard flesh with ease, watching his eyes close and lips part as he instinctively bumped his hips up to greet me.

I didn’t let him inside. Teasing him, I positioned him right where I needed him for the maximum amount of friction. There was something incredibly erotic about sliding all over his body like this while he lay powerless beneath me.

His biceps flexed and twitched, an obvious sign he was struggling to maintain his control. Ryland’s nature was to take over and dominate everything, but I knew sometimes he liked it when I took that control away from him too.

I reached up and cupped my breasts, and his eyes darkened, growing hungrier by the second. I was moving faster against him now, sliding along his shaft and grinding my hips down onto his. I pressed my hands against his chest and rocked back and forth while he rolled his hips to collide with mine.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he grunted. “I could watch you do this all day, baby girl.”

His words sent me flying over the edge, and I closed my eyes as shudders wracked my body. Ryland grabbed me around the waist and pulled me forward, drawing my breast into his mouth with long, deep pulls.

I whimpered while he continued to grind against me, fondling my breasts like a man possessed. He really was obsessed with them, but I loved this newfound kink of his.

The next thing I knew, his cock was throbbing beneath me as he spilled himself across his belly. His lips found mine with a searing kiss before he sat up to hold me in his arms. I looked down at the red marks his ministrations had left all over my chest, and he just sat there with a guilty grin.

“Someone’s being very greedy lately,” I teased.

His eyes were already heavy with lust again, and I could feel him swelling beneath me in preparation for another round. We were a hot sticky mess, but I didn’t care. I pulled him against me and kissed my way up the hollow of his throat, tasting his salt and skin.

“I love you,” I murmured.

“Love you too.” He pressed his lips against mine. “So fucking much.”

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