Page 135 of Renegade Ruin

“Soon, Kitten,” I growl, sliding my coated fingers down to paint the rim of her asshole.

She tenses and mewls a string of unintelligible words as I sink the tip of my finger in, stretching the tight ring of muscles.

Willow gasps at the intrusion, the sound turning into a savage groan as she twists her hands above her head where I told her to keep them.

“You’re doing so good, Kitten. Letting me play with this little asshole,” I praise, and she preens, arching her back and thrusting her hips up toward my face.

“You like this? You like my finger in your ass?” I drop my mouth and tease her pussy with long lapping strokes, working my finger slowly in and out.

“Yes. More,” she pleads, her hips meeting my tongue stroke for stroke.

It takes everything in me not to reach down and wrap a hand around my painfully hard, weeping cock. She has no idea what she does to me, begging me for more. I want to give it to her. All of it. Every inch of me aches for her in the most desperate, primal way.

My tongue flits across her clit as she rides my fingers, chasing her release. I pick up the pace with my mouth and I add a second finger. She pushes back, desperately seeking more.

“Right there—oh God, Bishop—I’m going to?—”

“Fuck yes, Willow.” I growl, “Let me taste you. Give me life and come all over my tongue.”

Her hips jerk, and she forgets the instructions I gave her, threading her fingers through my hair. The moment her thighs tighten around my head, I seize the opportunity and slip a third finger in her ass. She clamps around them, crying out my name as her body bows off the bed and convulses through her release.

Chest heaving, her breasts jiggle, jerking the clamps as she shivers and moans again.

“That was perfect,” she mutters, breathless.

I slowly pull my fingers from her ass and reach for the plug and lube. When I pop the top, she cries out, “Wait.”

I immediately still.

Heat fills her freckled cheeks. “Don’t put the plug in.”

“Whatever you want,” I say, dropping the plug back onto the bed.

“No.” She rips the blindfold from her eyes and blinks a few times until they’ve adjusted to the dim light of the room. She looks up at me, flushed from her orgasm, and smiles. “I mean, I don’t want the plug. I want you to fuck my ass.”

My brain short circuits. “Are you—are you sure?”

She nods, giving me a gorgeous lazy smile. “You told me the first night we were together that you loved the sight of my fingers in my ass and couldn’t wait until it was your cock instead.”

I did?

How the hell does she remember that and I don’t? I mean, it sounds exactly like something I would say. I wanted everything with Willow, even then.

“You don’t have to?—”

“I want to.” She grabs my wrist and laces her fingers through mine, reassuring me. “I want this with you.”

An involuntary moan tears from my throat and heat blooms in my chest. “I love when you ask for what you want.”

“I know.” Her blue eyes sparkle with false innocence. “Which is why I am asking you to fuck me. Please.”

Fucking hell, I don’t deserve this woman.

She squeaks when I smack her ass hard enough to leave a mark and smirk. “Because you asked so nicely.”

I reach for the bottle of lube and offer it to her. “Get me ready for you, Kitten.”

She snatches the bottle from me and sits up. Squirting some in her hand, she licks her lips before wrapping her hand around my length.

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