Page 43 of With this Ring

“You want them sucked, Petal? Played with? Tormented?”

Her legs wobbled.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.”Please.

“That will happen. All of it. Until you can’t take any more.”

Her entire body was on fire.

“Now turn around so I can look at your ass.”

Clenching her hands at her sides, she spun, so much more exposed than she’d ever been in that small closet so long ago.

“Even better than I imagined.”

Finally, she faced him again.

“So fucking hot.”

With a low, sexy, guttural sound, he pulled her against him, his steel-hard dick pressing into her. Suddenly, he captured her mouth once more, this time more insistently, his lips parting hers, his tongue plunging deep, tasting every inch of her.

They moved together, the heat between them becoming a living, breathing thing. Despite how forbidden he was, she was again consumed with a sense of rightness.

His intention was clear.

He was taking control, dominating her completely, giving her the experience she’d craved since he walked away from her three years ago.

She writhed, the need to feel his body against hers overwhelming.

He slid a hand up her thigh to glide his fingers over her most sensitive spot, leaving a trail of demand in their wake.

Desperately, she moaned.

Responding to her need, he dipped inside her.

With a gasp, she jerked, instantly arching into his touch.

He was not gentle, not hesitant. Instead, he claimed her with a raw and primal possessiveness that left her breathless and shuddering.

Her whimpers became lost between them, and the unmistakable scent of her arousal filled the air.

With one hand pressed against her back, holding her in place, he finger-fucked her, each stroke more demanding than the last, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Abruptly he ended the kiss and he set her back, just slightly.

He seemed to know what she needed—the surrender, the abdication of control.

He pressed a thumb to her clit, teasing her until she struggled for air.

“Please,” she begged, the word barely more than a whisper.

“Please, what?”

Desperate, all vulnerability and need, she looked at him. “Please make me come, Sir.”

“My pleasure.” He slipped another finger into her, stretching her wide open, and she cried out at the invasion. “That’s it, Petal. Ride it.”

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