Page 13 of Conquered

“I want to kiss you so badly, Laura,” he rasps out, and a shiver travels over my body at his words. I desperately want him to place his lips on mine, I ache with the need to feel them against me. It may be pregnancy hormones or sheer attraction,but it’s taking everything inside of me to hold back in this moment.

“I-I can’t get into anything serious, Ryan,” I tell him, closing my eyes as his fingertips glide down the side of my face. I feel a warmth along the front of me and raise my eyelids to see that he’s stepped up to me and is so close my breasts are brushing his hard chest. “But I need…”

“What do you need, baby?” he asks me quietly, cupping my jaw and tilting my head so that I’m looking up at him. My cheeks flush at what I want to say, and a knowing sexy as sin smirk crosses his lips.

“Oh baby, I’ve got you,” he croons, lowering his lips until they are brushing against mine. A needy moan escapes me at the light caress. “Nothing serious,” he states right before he closes the distance.

Our kiss starts off slow, an exploration of each other's mouths and tongues. It quickly turns heated, burning, as weeks of pent up attraction come to the surface. He strips off my coat, and I do the same to him, marvelling at how hot his body is. I can feel his body heat through his shirt.

His hands tangle in my hair as he guides me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the leather sofa. He breaks our kiss to gently push me back until I’m sitting down and looking up at him. There's a fire in his eyes that burns me from the inside out, and he’s panting, his chest heaving. He gives me another devastatingly sexy grin and he undoes his tie, throwing it aside, and unbuttoning his white shirt. As the fabric parts, it reveals dark tattoos covering his entire ripped torso, starting at his collarbone and disappearing into his suit trousers, which have a definite bulge in them.

I gasp audibly as he pushes the shirt down his arms, and I see that the beautiful drawings on his skin go all the way down to his cuffs. They are in a kaleidoscope of colours, like a beautifulrainbow, chasing across his body. Looking back up into his face, I see he has a self-assured grin on his lush lips. I like this side of him, this confident swagger. He toes his shoes off, kicking them to one side as he kneels down in front of me.

Grabbing one of my legs, he slowly unzips my knee-high leather boot, pulling it off before doing the same to the other one. He reaches underneath my checkered miniskirt, grabs the waistband of my tights and knickers, and pulls them over my hips and off my legs. My heart is racing, my breaths shallow as his fingertips brushing over me leave trails of fire in his wake. Grabbing behind my knees, he pulls me to the edge of the sofa and spreads my thighs wide. He growls in appreciation when he sees how wet I am for him, licking his lips as he moves his head towards my core.

I’m panting, my chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath as his head disappears underneath my skirt. I feel his hot tongue on my inner folds, and I almost come off the sofa. I would have too had his arm not clamped down across my hips, holding me into place. It feels incredible, tingles of pleasure racing across my whole body as his tongue works me like I’m his last meal on earth and he’s savouring every mouthful. My head tips back with a guttural groan as the pleasure starts to build to a crescendo, lightning racing across my skin.

“Ryan,” I gasp as he picks up speed, sucking and nibbling my clit. Two fingers tease my entrance, coating themselves in my juices before they push inside me and start fucking me, hitting my G-spot every time. My climax crashes over me like a wave as I scream out his name and grip the leather of the sofa tightly.

When I open my eyes, it’s to see him looking up at me from his kneeling position, his chin glistening with my release and a satisfied smirk on his face. Bracing his hands on my knees, he leans up and into me, kissing me hard, and I can taste myself on his tongue.

“Perhaps we should take this to your bedroom?” he asks, pulling back. I nod, unable to form words.

He picks me up under my thighs, giving me a second to wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he stands up, taking me with him. My bare, wet pussy touches his hot skin, and I groan at the contact, grinding into his hard abs and creating a delicious friction. He growls at me, nipping my neck and heading towards the only hallway in the place.

“The last on the right,” I manage to croak out.

Somehow, he is able to use one hand to open the door, kicking it shut behind him and striding across to my bed. He places me down onto it, before straightening up, his hands going to his belt. My eyes rapturously follow his movements as he undoes the buckle, then the button, and finally the fly on his trousers. He pushes them over his hips, along with whatever underwear he’s wearing, and steps out of them. I take a sharp breath at the sight before me.

He is simply huge, hung like a horse! And I had no idea you could get a tattoo, well,there. Across his upper thigh and hip is a stunning Japanese style scene, with rolling blue-grey clouds, and floating pink cherry blossoms. This beautiful artwork extends over his balls, and up onto the other hip, interspersed with red peonies. Above his impressive length is a green double-headed dragon, one head looking up towards his torso, and the other...the other ishishead. Like his dick. His cock is tattooed completely, from base to tip, his tip being the second dragon head! He’s clean shaven down there, so the picture is completely uninterrupted.

“Like what you see, baby?” his gruff voice asks, sounding amused and pleased at the same time.

“Um...I’m not sure you’ll fit!” I blurt out, then clap my hands over my traitorous mouth.Hello! Brain to mouth filter, anyone there?

“Oh trust me, baby, it’ll fit.” A deep chuckle sounds from between his kissed swollen lips. I see him reach down to the floor, taking his wallet out of his trouser pocket, and pulling out a foil packet. He opens it, rolling the condom on with ease which surprises me a little given his size.Maybe he buys extra large ones?He kneels onto the bed, crawling towards me with a wicked look in his eyes.

“You are wearing too many clothes, Miss Darling,” he informs me, reaching out to unzip my skirt and pull it down off my hips. My black long-sleeved top is next, and I’m so grateful that all the bruises have long faded. I’m sure he’s heard the rumours that have no doubt spread around the club, but at least he won’t see the evidence. I can’t help feeling a twinge of shame that I let someone do that to me for so long. I know it’s not my fault, but I’m starting to slowly realise that I am worth more than someone’s fists. I deserve so much more, and it took getting pregnant for me to see this. Ryan then takes off my soft bra, I can’t stand to wear normal bras at the moment, my breasts are just too tender.

Once we are both naked, he gently pushes me down until I'm lying before him. He's still kneeling above me on the bed and looking down at me with such desire that I feel the flush spread over my skin. I’ve always been quick to blush.

“You are so beautiful, Laura,” he tells me, admiration clear in his voice. His hands reach out and gently caress my slightly rounded stomach in reverence.

“It doesn’t bother you?” I ask him, curious but suddenly worried that it will.

“Far from it,” he tells me softly, still stroking my abdomen, sending tingles across my skin.

His gaze meets mine, and I see the truth in his words. He really doesn’t care that I’m carrying another man’s child. Heleans down over me, capturing my lips with his as he settles in between my legs, his tip nudging my slick opening.

“You tell me if you want to stop or if anything is uncomfortable, okay?” he asks and waits for my nod before he starts to push inside of me.

My hands come up and grip his shoulders, the stretch of him entering me is so exquisite I can’t stop the deep moan that leaves my lips.

“Shit, Laura,” he growls out as he finally bottoms out, fully seated deep inside of me. He’s up on his elbows, and he uses the leverage to slowly pump in and out, gyrating his hips so that he’s massaging my clit too.

“Ryan! Yes!” I rasp out as he picks up speed, sending blissful tendrils of pleasure shooting all over my body.

“Laura, you feel. So. Fucking. Good,” he groans out, every word punctuated with a thrust of his hips until he’s practically slamming into me. I tip over the edge, falling into another mind shattering orgasm, and I hear him cry out his own release moments later.