Page 186 of Wicked Minds
He chuckles, the first genuine smile gracing his gorgeous face. “You’ve got me there. I promise I’ve got this handled, though. There’s some shit going on, but it’ll all be resolved in a couple of days.”
“Do you not trust me?”
“Ry,” he rasps, voice rough as he hauls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. My hands come to rest on his pecs, and I feel the steady thud of his heart beneath my palm. “There is no one I trust more. I trust you with my life. I know you’re tough, but you’ve been put through so much recently.” Cupping the back of my neck, he pulls my face to his and presses his forehead against mine. “I can’t stand seeing you wake up every night with nightmares and that fear in your eyes when someone other thanus gets too close. The last thing I’m going to do is add to your burdens. Trust me to handle this.”
I swallow roughly. “Okay.”
Tilting his head up, he captures my lips, and I fall into his kiss as I cling to him. His tongue runs along my lips, and I happily open for him, needing to feel him everywhere. To reassure myself that he’s here and everything will be okay.
He grows hard beneath me and I grind down on his crotch, making him groan.
“Riley,” he growls, hands squeezing my hips as he tries to push me back.
“Please,” I plead, chasing his lips. “I need to know you’re here with me.”
“Fuck, baby.” His voice scrapes along my skin like gravel as he tightens his hold. “I’m here with you. There’s nowhere I’d rather be. Nowhere else I’m ever going to be other than right here with you.”
I whimper as I mold myself to him, sealing his lips with mine and ravaging him with my tongue.
“Show me,” I beg. “I want to be your filthy girl.”
“Babydoll. You’re always my filthy girl. Always such a greedy slut for me.” His hands slide to my ass, grinding me more firmly against him. “Are you wet for me?”
I can’t tear my lips from his as I nod.
“Show me. Stick your fingers in your panties and show me.”
God, that’s so hot.
I scramble to undo the button of my jeans before shoving my hand in my panties, coating my fingers in my excitement. They glisten as I lift them to show him, my core clenching at the way his pupils dilate, and his expression grows ravenous as he wraps his hand around my wrist and brings my fingers to his lips before sucking them into his mouth.
He hums around my fingers, sucking every last drop from them before releasing me with a wet pop. “Delicious. Always so ready for me.”
“Yes. Please.”
His hand lands on the base of my throat before slowly sliding up. “What does my little whore need?”
“You,” I rasp, my pulse beating a war cry at the promise in his eyes.
“Mm. Need you to be more specific, Babydoll.”
“You inside me.”
“What part of me inside you? My fingers. My tongue. My cock.”
Eh, all of the above, please.
“Your cock.”
His smirk is all sinful wickedness. “If you want me to split you apart with my cock then you better get those jeans off, James.”
On legs like jelly, I jump to my feet, yanking off my jeans and panties in one go while he pulls out his dick. God, it’s so thick and veiny, pulsing in his hand and leaking with precum.
“See what you do to me, James?” he rumbles as he fists himself. “You get me so unbelievably hard. I could spend the rest of my life buried inside you, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
I whimper, unable to blink as I stare down at him.
“Come here and take what’s yours, Ry.”
