Page 60 of Something Tangled Something True (Rosa Ranch #1)
IMMACULATE VIEWS
Lola coming undone around my fingers and tongue is easily the sexiest thing I’ve ever taken part in, and I want more. I’m unnerved, obsessed with the thought alone.
Her chest heaves as I unbuckle my belt, but she bolts upright, her curls flying around her face. She reaches for my hands, halting my movements.
“Can I?” she asks, and I just about come in my jeans.
“Anything you want, darlin’.” I mean that literally. She can do anything she wants with me, and I’ll beg for seconds.
Lola drags that full bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes dilating. My hands fall to my sides, and her eyes smolder with need as she rubs her hand over my length. “I remember you were big, but damn,” she breathes out, and a thrill of satisfaction tangles in my chest.
Her fingers are unsteady, but she takes her time unbuckling my belt, pulling the leather from each loop. She works on the button, dragging the zipper down and dipping her fingers into the waistband.
She tugs, first gently, then with more force, her earlier hesitations gone.
I wish I had this moment on tape. The soft pop as her lip is freed from her teeth and the words she says next will be played over and over in my mind until the end of time.
“Your dick is so pretty, Ry. I can’t wait for you to fuck me with it.”
“Oh, fucking hell, Lola.” I release a strangled groan, and her soft fingers wrap around my base. She bats her lashes at me twice, and my knees almost give out. “Will you be a sweet girl for me, darlin’? Will you let your husband fuck your throat like the angel I know you are?”
The small, shy smile she aims at me is enough to break me, but if I thought that was too much to bear, it’s nothing compared to the feeling of her soft lips as she wraps them around my length.
She hollows her cheeks, creating a vacuum-tight seal around me, twisting her hand at the base. My ass cheeks clench, and my balls tighten. Fire rips through my limbs. “You’re so good at that, Lols,” I praise through gritted teeth.
She bobs her head, as if nodding her agreement, and I feel her smile around my length.
My fingers settle in her hair, digging into her scalp, tugging on her roots.
She whines, increasing her pace, my cock thickening in her throat with each pull.
She drops a hand between her legs, the other remaining on my hip to stabilize herself.
“Does that turn you on, sweetheart? Are you aching for my cock to be buried deep inside your perfect cunt?”
She moans around my dick, the sound vibrating straight through me.
I pull her off me, and she peers up, her pretty brown eyes wide as she wipes the saliva from her lips with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry, Ry. Was I not doing it right?” she asks, her lips quirking in a repressed smirk.
“You’re the most perfect person I’ve ever known, Lols, and this is no different. I’m just more than ready to be inside you. I need to ruin you for any other man. ”
She shifts her weight, crawling up to the head of the bed, lying against the mountain of pillows she insists we need to sleep with.
“I’m already ruined for anyone else. Nothing has ever felt as good, as right, as guiltlessly perfect as us .
” It’s intoxicating to hear her speak those words, to release the guilt we’ve both been fighting.
My mouth goes dry as she extends her legs straight in front of her, lifting them up and letting them fall to either side in a middle split that gives me the most immaculate view of her plump, wet pussy.
Her hips crack with the movement, but she doesn’t show any sign of pain, so I’ll accept the present I’m given and not look a gift horse in the mouth.
“God, you’re incredible.” I undress, stripping my clothes off as quickly as I can before crawling up the center of the bed and straight between her legs.