Page 60 of With this Ring

The fuck had I been going to say?

His knuckles went white as he fought to keep from thrusting into her mouth. He watched, transfixed, as she began to increase the pace of her movements.

Tension thumped through him. “Petal…” It was the last warning he was capable of.

Continuing to ignore him, she persisted.

Suddenly, his control snapped, and he went rigid.

With a long, deep moan, he came, ejaculating down her throat.

Choking, she still refused to stop, using her mouth and hands to drain every drop from him.

“Jesus.” He shuddered.

Eventually, she stopped.

She looked up at him, eyes filled with adoration and trust.

He vowed to deserve both.

When he could breathe, he helped her up, then he drew her against him. “Petal, you’re…” He had no words.

Her lips curled in a private smile. “Wanted to return the favor from earlier.”

“We’re more than even.”

“I’m not finished washing you,” she protested.

“Yeah. You are.” He soaped her up, then he took down the handheld wand and moved it over her body, rinsing her properly. “Spread your legs.”

Wide-eyed, she did what he said.

“Such an obedient Petal.” His voice was gruff with approval. “Now part your labia for me.”

“Gregorio—”

“Do as you’re told, Sasha.”

At his sharp tone, she followed his order.

“Keep holding yourself wide for me.” He directed the shower spray between her thighs and adjusted the pressure to a gentle pulse as he sent the warm water cascading over her pussy.

“Oh my God.” With a small jerk, she gasped.

“That’s it.” He kept his gaze locked on hers. “Let the water tease that beautiful pussy of yours.”

As her legs trembled, he slid a finger inside her, and her tight heat clenched around him.

“Gregorio.”She moved her hips in rhythm with his hand.

“Do you like that, Petal?” He brushed a soft kiss against her ear. “Do you like me fingering you while you’re getting all that pleasure?”

She nodded, and her breath came in tiny gasps.

“Tell me.” Her voice, so soft, trembling with need, fed an unholy place deep inside him. He had to have her words, her confession.

“Yes,” she whispered, giving him life. “I love the way you’re fingering me, Sir. And—” She cried out as he increased the pressure against her clit. “This is too much!”

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