Page 8 of With this Ring

Once she’d complied, she remembered what he’d said earlier. Without being prompted, she spread her legs wide, made more difficult by her heels and the way her body wavered.

“You really are a good girl.Mygood girl.”

She was indecently exposed to the man who’d once been her brother-in-law, and she’d never wanted anything as much as she wanted him in this moment, never craved anything as much as she needed his approval, his praise, his possession.

“Now open your mouth.”

He claimed her lips, making it impossible to breathe. He plundered, taking before she offered, as if he had every right to do so.

Exactly the way it should be.

Burying the unwelcome thought in the darkest recesses of her mind, she closed her eyes and surrendered.

A moment later, he changed the tempo to make love to her with his tongue.

When her knees buckled, he was there for her, holding her wrist tight and keeping her steady. Then he slid a finger between her slick folds.

She gasped into his mouth at the sensation of his rough, calloused finger against her most sensitive flesh.

He pulled back long enough to gently nip at her earlobe and whisper, “You have such a beautiful little pussy.”

Instantly, he took her mouth again and toyed with her clit, igniting pleasure in the tiny bundle of nerves.

Her body went rigid as he stroked and circled and teased, driving her higher and higher.

Suddenly, an orgasm overtook her, more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced.

Bucking her hips, she sought even more as the waves crashed over her. She rode his hand, grinding against him, chasing the pleasure only he could offer.

If it hadn’t been for the way his tongue filled her mouth, she would have screamed aloud, as he’d known she would.

On and on he went, slipping a finger inside her, angling his wrist to find her G-spot.

Desperate for him, she lifted onto her tiptoes and rocked her hips, simulating sex. Her body wanted him to enter her, stretching her, completing her in a way no other man ever had.

Reading her as if they’d been together dozens of times before, he eased a second finger inside, filling her, fucking her.

Her mouth and pussy were full of him, and the world began to spiral.

As if sensing her need, he pumped his fingers faster, harder, driving her closer to the edge.

Gregorio pressed the heel of his palm against her clit and rubbed hard.

She was swimming in sensation and pleasure.In him.

Disobediently, she pulled her hand from between them and wrapped her arm around his neck, hanging on with desperation, praying the moment would never end.

How many years had she fantasized about this dark, enigmatic man who was more of a stranger than a brother-in-law? Someone she had probably never truly known, even though she thought she had.

Impossibly, he deepened the intensity by adding a third finger, spreading her wider, forcing her to accept his penetration.

The stretch, the fullness, the sheer presence of him overwhelmed her. But he was also perfect, everything she’d ever wanted.

God.

She was gone, surrendered in bliss.

A shocking, powerful climax rocked her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, and she writhed, her pussy clenching him as she drenched his hand.

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