Page 110 of Desperate Pucker
My breathing kicks up, and I start to feel dizzy. He spins me around to face him.
“Do you want?—”
He crashes his mouth against mine, cutting me off. I tug a hand through his wet hair, pulling hard as his tongue gets filthier and filthier.
He drags his mouth along the hinge of my jaw, kissing and nipping at the side of my neck.
“Not much of a talker in the morning?” I ask.
He looks at me and shakes his head. I bite back a smile until he drops his hand between my legs. When he presses his palm against my clit, I gasp.
He backs me against the shower wall. Heat pools between my legs as he gently teases his fingers over my clit. This is what he does with his tongue when he goes down on me—soft, steady pressure.
My breathing kicks up. “You don’t wanna make small talk with me?” I tease.
A wicked half-smile appears on his ruggedly handsome face. “You can talk. Tell me if you want it faster, harder, slower.”
My eyes roll back at the roughness of his voice. I grip my hand around his wrist. “A little faster.”
“What’s the magic word?”
I look up at him, my entire body trembling. “Please…”
He works his fingers faster. Pleasure flashes through me like hot flames. A minute later, I break.
I come with a scream. It bounces off the shower walls, echoing in my ears. My legs give out completely, but Ryker’s free hand grips my waist, holding me up easily.
When I start to come down, he sinks to his knees, slides his thick fingers into my pussy, and softly flicks his tongue over my clit.
My jaw unhinges. “Oh god oh god oh god…”
I prop one leg on his massive, sculpted shoulder and grip my hand through his hair. Heat pools between my legs. My clit is so sensitive that I know it’s not going to take long for me to come,especially with his fingers buried in my pussy, making me feel so full.
“Scream my name when you come, princess.” Ryker’s growled command makes my head spin. As if I wasn’t aroused enough already. When he’s bossy like this, it turns me on like crazy.
A dozen seconds later, I come screaming his name. I’m so loud, my throat aches. My voice is going to be hoarse from this, I just know it.
The pleasure pummels me, like out-of-control waves crashing against a shoreline. My entire body thrashes between the shower wall and Ryker. My brain shatters into a million pieces. I can’t see straight.
I’m not sure how long it is before I start to come down, but when I can see again, Ryker is standing, a smug grin on his face.
“You good?” he asks.
I let out a drunk-sounding laugh. “So good.”
He starts to reach for the bar of soap on the ledge of the wall, but I catch his arm in my hands.
“Your turn.” I wrap my hand around his rock-hard dick and jerk him slowly.
His head falls back as he plants a hand against the shower wall, right next to my head.
I press a soft kiss to his chest, then gently bite him. He growls. I kiss the hinge of his jaw, then his mouth. He kisses me hard, like he can barely take how good it feels for me to work him in my hand.
His breaths are getting more ragged by the second.
I lean back and look at him. “How close are you?”
His eyes are hazy with arousal as he stares at me. “Really fucking close.”
