Page 132 of Ruthless with a Rogue
She shrugged.“It’s springy.It’s fun.And it’s mine, so I think I should get to do what I please with it.”
A groan rumbled through his chest.He had no qualms about that.“All right.Play awa—”
His words cut off as she swallowed the tip and swirled her tongue around it.She sank deeper, her lush lips stretching around him.Her gold frill of lashes fluttered shut, and she moaned around him.Fuck.
She let out a slow breath, her jaw relaxing, then slid further.A strangled sound fled him.Determination glinted up at him, her fingers on his thigh curling and digging into his skin.She sank even deeper.Her nose brushed the dark hair at his groin.Oh God.
He reached forward and traced a finger over those lips.Stretched.So.Fucking.Wide.
She swallowed.
Fuckingfuck.
She slid back up his length and popped off.She gripped his length, and the look she shot him from her knees almost brought him down to his.It was the look of a woman who knew exactly how much power she held.All of it.
She stroked him lazily, that confident smirk curling her lips.She had no idea how mercilessly she was tearing him apart.How seeing her like this had him nearly coming undone.Then she leaned in, his crown disappearing.Into tight.Into heat.Into bliss.
Her tongue curled under him, flicking and gliding on the underside that had his vision dotting over.A pleasure just as tight as the suction of her mouth, building inside him, threatening to snap.She teased him with small bursts of suction, popping off to lap at him, lick down his length, press wet hungry kisses back up, just to swallow him down again.Every way her lips and tongue could touch him, she did.Like she couldn’t get enough of him.She devoured him.
“Oh, my fucking God,” he rasped.His ballocks were drawn up, moments from exploding.The desire was consuming him, sinking all the way to the marrow of his bones.
Their gazes clashed, and his heart stuttered.Because those eyes said one thing:
Oh, love, you haven’t seen anything yet.
She hollowed her cheeks and sucked.One hand slid to his arse, the other holding him steady at the base.She gave his arse an encouraging squeeze, nodding softly.Giving permission.For him to fuck her mouth.Oh God.He was going to die.Right here.Death by fellatio.
He gave one tentative thrust, and she went pliant.He slid in and out easily.
Slick.
Hot.
Wet.
He picked up speed, fast and shallow movements as he sank between those lips over and over.Christ, what a sight it was.Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, her cheeks flushed, her delicate nostrils flaring as she tried to breathe through it.
Then her hand around his base flexed, bracing herself.Her other reached for his hand.She brought it to the back of her head, fisted her hand over his.A demand.A sharp hiss of pleasure burst from him.That was when his control snapped; all that tightly wound desire couldn’t be contained any longer.
He tangled his hand in those golden curls, tilted her head back and drove into her.She held steady, one hand on his thigh for support, the other at the base to control his depth.So he took what she gladly gave and snapped his hips forward.
She sucked harder.
More friction.
She moaned.
More vibration.
His grip tightened.It had to be painful, but the only thing that shone back at him from that tear-streaked face was lust.The pleasure was rushing at him.It was going to slam into him.Destroy him.This woman was destined to destroy him.
“Fuck.Livy.I’m going to—” He tried to pull back.They hadn’t discussed this part.He wasn’t certain what she was comfortable with.
Her eyes flashed blue fire at him, and she growled—she bloody growled—around his cock.That was the final push, all he needed to fall over the edge.He went up in flames, consumed by that blue fire.Bliss pulsed through him, and that elegant neck rippled with each swallow as he emptied himself down her throat.His thighs shook, another ripple of pleasure passing through him at the sight of her taking every bit of him like the queen she was.When his muscles went lax, she slowly pulled off, pressing a last affectionate kiss to his crown.
She sat back on her knees, a cat-got-the-cream smile on her face.
The proud minx.
