Page 20 of Unexpected Sweetheart
“You dreamed about me?” She breathes, her chest heaving as my fingers work open the buttons on her jeans.
“Every night. I even imagined you on your knees in front of me while I was pulling on my own dick. Does it shock you?” I let my fingers slide to the waistband of her panties, teasing the elastic edge as she squirms.
“A little. But I like it.”
Lowering my mouth to hers, I moan as her sweet tongue slides out to greet mine. I love the way she clings to me, her tiny moans begging me to do whatever depraved thing I want with her. It’s intoxicating, it’s powerful. I never want to leave this bed.
“And what about you, heiress? Have you been touching yourself while thinking about me?” I rasp, my mouth kissing its way toward her ear.
She shudders as my tongue flicks out and teases her lobe. “Yes,” she admits, swallowing hard. “Does that shockyou?”
“No. It pleases me.”
She moans. “I like pleasing you.”
“And I can’t tell you how much I want to please you, heiress. Over, and over, and over.” I work my hand deeper into her jeans, past her hips, beneath her panties until my fingers find the juncture of her thighs and the glorious wetness waiting for me. “Are you always this wet thinking about me?”
“Yes,” she says as I glide my fingers through her slick seam.
“You’re dripping, heiress. Tell me what you imagine when you fuck yourself with your fingers.”
“I...”
I glide the tip of my finger around her clit, avoiding touching it. She whimpers.
“Tell me.”
“I imagine it’s you who’s touching me. I imagine what it would be like to have your mouth on me, and your cock deep inside me.”
As she speaks, I reward her by teasing her wanting clit, making it more difficult for her to speak before finally, sliding a single finger inside her. She’s ridiculously tight.
“You want my mouth on you?” I suck on her bottom lip as she moans from the depth of my touch.
“Yeah.”
“And you want my cock right here?” I add a second finger and plunge deep inside her. Her head falls back.
“Yes.”
“I may not be able to give you riches, heiress. But I can definitely give you a wealth of pleasure.”
I move to shift down her body, but she’s quick to catch my face between her hands, causing me to still my movement and lean on my hands. “Forget the money, Ryan. I’m begging you. Because there isn’t an amount in this world great enough to convince me to walk away from you. This is all I want. You. Me. Right here on this ranch where we belong.”
Her words hit against my inflated pride like a salve, making me understand just how important this connection we have is. This world can throw anything at us it wants, but as long as we have each other, true wealth will always be ours.
“Where you belong, Queen of the Ranch, is right here in my bed. Naked.” I punctuate the final word by hooking my hands in her jeans and dragging them down her legs, panties and all.
She giggles as she finishes the job for me, pulling off her shirt and tossing it on the floor. “Now you’re getting with the program, my king.”
Her king.I’m face to face with her sweet-smelling core, and I definitely feel triumphant like one. “Lie back and let me take care of you, Lorelei.”
She does as I instruct, and I blow a gentle breath over her slick-soaked skin.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, her hands sliding into my hair and gripping me by the roots.
“This is mine now.” I push my face between her thighs and inhale. “Understand?”
“Yes. Yes, it’s yours.”
