Page 51 of A Heist for Filthy Rivals
He sucks on each plump lip of my pussy, while I rest my arms above my head and try to relax, try to stop overthinking and anticipating what he might do next.
“Touch yourself for me,” he orders.
Surprised, I reach down to my clit. He stays between my legs, licking the seam of my sex occasionally, watching me play with myself.
“Put your hands on your knees and keep holding yourself wide open for me,” says Ravager. He pokes two fingers into my entrance, pulls them out slick, then dips again, again. A third finger enters, and he keeps pumping, stretching me with the thickness of all three.
Leaning forward, he runs the flat of his tongue over my clit.
“Ravager, gods,” I whimper. “Oh shit—”
He laps repeatedly at one side of my clit, and the off-kilter stimulation drives me wild. My hips squirm of their own accord, and he stops his ministrations, lifting his head between my knees and looking me right in the eyes.
He plants his hand on my lower belly, his broad thumb against my clit. “Be still, Devil.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I… becauseyou… please. Please just fuck me.”
He almost grins—I can see the lines deepening at the corners of his blue eyes. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about your body for weeks, and this might be the only time I get to enjoy it. I plan to savor every part of you thoroughly. And you’re going to lie there and let me.”
“Oh gods,” I sob. “Can’t you just put it in?”
With a look of ferocious indignation, he prowls over me, his big, naked body parallel with mine. He’s favoring the injured shoulder, but though I see a flicker of pain in his eyes, he doesn’t take his weight off it entirely.
In this position, with my knees arched on either side of his hips, the smooth, hot tip of his cock is bumping against my clit. He’s doing it on purpose. Tantalizing me just to be cruel. I buckmy hips rebelliously, trying to align him with my entrance, but he avoids the attempt.
“I will not ‘just put it in,’” he growls. “If you want this to stop, it stops. But you said you would obey, and that means letting me take you where you need to go.”
“Fine.” I make a pout with my sore lips, and his eyes heat immediately. He kisses me, all salty, scruffy, male boldness. It was an impulsive kiss, like the first one I gave him, and I cherish the knowledge that even in this state of subservience, I have power.
I kiss him back, relishing the taste of him. I haven’t had the pleasure of enjoying a man’s mouth like this in a long time. A delirious liquid heat pools between my legs.
I slide my fingers through his hair and pull his ear close to my mouth. “Can I ask for something?”
“As long as it’s not a request to speed things up, yes.”
“Rub your cock over my breast.”
“You filthy girl,” he whispers, grinning. “All right. Legs down, for now, sweetheart.”
He shifts his position to kneel astride me, but he holds himself up just enough to avoid putting any of his weight on my torso. He’s careful of me, conscious of the bruises.
Taking his cock in hand, Ravager guides it to my right breast. He rubs it slowly over the soft flesh, then angles the head so that the tiny slit of his cock touches my nipple, leaking clear precum onto it. Dragging his cock head through the wetness, he glazes my breast with his arousal.
My nerves are vibrantly alive, my breasts exquisitely sensitive. Little thrills keep rolling through my clit, and there’s slickness pouring from my opening. I’m so ready for him. My body wants him inside, aches to be fucked full.
Ravager reaches down between my legs and swipes his fingers through the copious wetness. He paints my other breastwith it, then climbs off me and bends down to lick my arousal off my skin. When his lips close over my nipple, I touch my clit with a desperate little mew on my lips.
He lets the tip of my breast pop out of his mouth and grins. “I never thought you could make such a sound.”
“Shut up,” I gasp. “Shut up and tell me how long you’re going to torture me before you come inside me.”
At those last three words, his pupils dilate and a hectic flush colors his cheeks. He liked that phrase.
I seize the new information eagerly. “I want you to enter me bare and come hard, deep inside my pussy, Ravager,” I whisper.
