Page 5 of Ruger (Riders of Retribution #2)

Ruger

I didn’t intend to kiss Marigold, at least not so soon.

I want the record to show that. However, I’m quickly finding that I’m weak to my desire for her.

Hell, I’d go so far as to say I’m a slave to it.

And, when she let me in, leaned into my space, I couldn’t do anything but give her what she was so clearly asking for.

The way she responds to me is beautiful. She does everything she can to keep up with the movement of my lips, but she’s unpracticed. From what I can tell, I was right in assuming that she doesn’t have any experience.

Fuck, that realization only makes my cock harder. Thank Christ I jerked myself off earlier or I’d be close to blowing my load in my pants right now. Even as it stands, I don’t think I’ll last long if this goes any further.

I sure fucking hope it goes further.

I’m doing what I think is a good job of controlling myself until she whimpers something that sounds damn close to my name. When she does, it’s like a beast inside of me is awakened. My hands find the swell of her ass, cupping it and lifting her onto the counter.

Marigold squeaks into my mouth, holding onto me for dear life. I drink up the sound, eager for more. And, to my delight, she opens her legs wide to accommodate me.

As I’m stepping in closer, drinking down every whimper and needy little noise that comes out of her mouth, Marigold breaks our kiss, panting hard.

At first, I’m worried that I’ve gone too far too fast. Or, worse, I was just thinking with my dick and projecting my own feelings onto this gorgeous girl.

But, when I look into her eyes, I only find lust there, and maybe a hint of embarrassment.

“What’s that look for?” I ask, the question coming out gruffer than I intend, my voice tight with desire for her.

“It’s nothing,” she assures me, sounding just as wrecked as she looks. “It’s just that… Well, I’m a virgin. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I have to bite back a moan at her verbal confirmation. Then, because I’m a wicked man and my curiosity wins out in almost every situation, I say, “And was that your first kiss?”

Her blush gets impossibly deeper, and she ducks her head as she replies, “Was it that obvious?”

“Maybe a little,” I admit, grinning at her. “But that’s okay, I don’t mind. You can learn. I’ll teach you.”

“You will?” she murmurs, oh so innocent and trusting.

“Of course I will,” I assure her, leaning back in to give her a chaste kiss – a promise. “Now, if you’ll let me, I’d love to make you feel good. Would you like that?”

“Please,” she says, her body swaying close to mine. I give her the kiss she’s looking for. “I want that.”

“Good,” I reply before picking up where we left off.

I kiss Marigold hard, my tongue finding its way into her mouth like it belongs there – and I’m convinced it does.

As I do, I carefully push the hem of her skirt up.

I go slow, giving her ample opportunity to ask what I’m doing.

Instead, she seems to trust me implicitly, shifting so I can slide it up over her hips.

Then, when I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, she lifts herself up so I can slide them off and discard them.

Without breaking our kiss, keeping her distracted with the way my mouth moves against hers, I slide my palms up her inner thighs. She shivers, her entire body reacting to my caresses. My cock twitches, longing to get inside of her.

Not yet, though. I need to make her cum first. I need to get her addicted to the pleasure I can give her.

“Ruger!” she exclaims, pulling away from my mouth when I swipe a fingertip through her wet folds. “That’s–”

“Good, right?” I ask, continuing my teasing and watching the way her face contorts and her hips chase the friction.

“Uh-huh,” she whines, her eyes snapping shut and her mouth falling open.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I say, the filthy words causing her breath to hitch. “Are you really that into me, Marigold?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her hands tightening on my shoulders when I circle her clit.

“Good girl,” I praise, noting the way she seems to get even more turned on at the term.

Then, I take my hand away, reveling in the dissatisfied sound that comes out of her. I don’t even think she realizes how vocal she is, and it only makes my need for her grow. I can’t wait to hear what she sounds like when she cums.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I sink down to my knees. Then, when I’m level with her pussy, I let myself look at the prize. She’s glistening, already so wet for me from nothing more than kissing and a little bit of stimulation. My mouth practically waters just seeing her like this.

My gaze seems to make her uncomfortable, and she starts to close her legs. I hold them open, looking back up at her. Teasingly, I say, “I thought you wanted me to make you feel good?”

“I–” she starts, and I watch as she swallows hard. I have to resist the urge to stand up and bite down on the soft column of her neck. “I do. I’m just–”

“Relax,” I say, rubbing my palms up and down her thighs. “I’m going to take care of you.”

Marigold nods, allowing me to push her legs open. Then, because I don’t want her backing away from me, I start kissing my way up her inner thighs. I keep my eyes on her face, watching each one of her reactions.

I keep teasing her, enjoying the way she twitches. Her hips snap forward incrementally, asking for my mouth even though she has no idea that’s what she wants. If I weren’t itching to get a taste of her, I’d draw this out even longer.

But, I can’t wait any longer. I need to get my mouth on her. I need to taste her sweetness. I’ll have time to tease her to tears later, I’ll make sure of that.

In a smooth motion, I slide my hands to her lower back and pull her to my mouth. I groan at the taste of her juices. She’s sweet, so fucking sweet. I lap her up greedily, my tongue sliding through her folds and dipping into her opening.

“Oh my god,” Marigold moans, her grip on my shoulders tightening as she squeezes her thighs around my head.

I hum in response, and her body quivers as the vibrations course through her. It imbues me with a sense of confidence. This must be how guitar players feel when they’re killing a solo on stage. I’m a virtuoso when it comes to Marigold’s body.

Needing more of her reactions, needing to make her fall apart on my tongue, I shift my attention upward. The second that my tongue grazes her clit, she makes a wanton, desperate sound, and writhes beneath my touch. It’s incredible.

My cock twitches painfully in my jeans when my tastebuds are flooded with another rush of her juices. I’m working her closer to the edge. And, from the reactions I’m pulling from her, I can assume that I’m going to give this gorgeous girl her first orgasm.

Marigold starts to ride my face from the position she’s in on the edge of the counter. She whimpers and whines. She practically crushes my head, and I’m wearing her thighs as earmuffs. It’s obvious that she doesn’t know what to do with herself, and that only makes her hotter.

With a groan, I close my lips around her clit. I give the bundle of nerves a few experimental flicks of my tongue. She nearly screams, and, smirking against her skin, I suck on her lightly. Her reaction is instantaneous.

Her back arches, and she pushes herself even harder against my mouth. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and she starts babbling. I can’t make out her words, and I doubt I would be able to even if she wasn’t blocking out the sound of the world around me with her soft, supple thighs.

I desperately want to have her like this all the time.

She’s already such a beautiful, gentle, smart woman, but when she’s in the throes of pleasure, a few short strokes away from falling over the edge and cumming on my tongue…

she’s perfect, the kind of woman that men go to war for, write poetry about, and build wonders of the world for.

I’m only proven more correct when Marigold lets out a strangled noise, somewhere between a yelp, moan, and whine. She cums beautifully, and it’s almost like she’s putting on a performance. Her thighs flex, her grip gets harder, and she throws her head back in ecstasy.

I watch her the entire time, maintaining my efforts and observing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

It isn’t until she starts pushing me away and gasping in an almost pained tone that I have mercy on her.

Still, I’m slow to remove my mouth from her clit, leaving a line of wet kisses down her thigh before I get to my feet and pull her into a filthy kiss.

When we part, she stares at me with her mouth slightly open, her lips shiny from her own juices. She’s the picture of sin, hotter than anything I’ve ever seen in a nudie magazine. I find it really fucking hard to believe that I have her all to myself.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she says, out of breath, voice ragged from the way she was screaming.

Again, assuming something is very different from hearing it confirmed out loud. Learning that I’m responsible for giving Marigold her first ever orgasm makes my lust so intense that I nearly buckle over. I need her. Now . And there’s so much that I can show her.

“I can make you feel even better,” I practically growl.

“Please,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

That’s all the permission I need to pick her up. Once I have a good grip on her, I turn and carry her out of the kitchen to my bedroom.