Page 188 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

She wailed in frustration and gave me her widest, most innocent eyes. “Please, Ryland?”

“Please what?” I mocked her, my hands gentle as a Spring breeze as they glided over her skin.

“Please fuck me and make it good.”

I laughed in spite of myself. “You wound me, baby girl. Is it not always good?”

She had the decency to look ashamed of her jumbled up words. “Yes, of course, it is. Always. The best…”

“Okay, now you’re just going overboard. No need to gloat.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she tried to pull away. “Just forget it,” she ranted.

I snatched her arm and held in her place with a sadistic grin. Oh, how I loved when she took a tone with me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

She opened her mouth, and I crushed my lips against hers, shocking the hell out of her. My teeth snagged the plump bottom lip and tugged sharply. She whined out her pleasure and dug her fingers into my shoulders.

My erection had the nerve to start grinding against her belly. Impatient little fuck.

“Stand up,” I barked.

She scurried to her feet like a good little soldier and awaited my instructions with clasped hands.

“I’m not going to fuck you hard, Brighton.”

Another protest was on the verge of her lips as she blinked up at me, and I silenced her with a look. She’d learned to love the pain I bestowed her. Now she craved it. She wasn’t the only one who missed it.

“You’ve got my baby inside of you,” I scolded as I pressed her against my chest. “We aren’t going to risk it. But I’ll give you what you need.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

I turned her to face the wall and pushed her palms up against it.

“Open your legs for me, dirty girl.”

She did.

The engorged purple head of my cock didn’t waste any time seeking out her heat as I rubbed myself against her. Dipping inside of her once just to get wet, I smeared some of that wetness over her ass.

A pause. I waited for the all clear from ground control.

“Yes, please…” she moaned. “Please, Ryland.”

“Okay, baby,” I cooed. “No need to ask me twice.”

I slipped inside of her with a torrent of curse words. Her toes curled into the carpet and her spine arced into a beautiful curve once I’d rooted myself fully.

“Good girl.” My praises were punctuated by tender kisses down her back and across her shoulders. “Such a good girl for me.”

She quaked beneath my praise and tried to rock back against me. I stilled her with my fingers in her mouth.

“Suck.”

She did.

Once they were nice and wet, I brought them down to her clit and coaxed some more incoherent babble from her lips.

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