Page 87 of Something Tangled Something True (Rosa Ranch #1)
“I’m not sure your mouth is the right hole, darlin’.
I love it all the same, but I think we need to try a little lower if—” He groans when I grip his base, directing his tip to my mouth.
I tap his dick on my tongue, then swirl around it and stroke the underside of his length.
“You know what? Never mind. I’ll take your pussy later,” he says, his head falling back, banging against the wall behind him with a loud thud.
He reaches up to rub at the spot, grimacing, but I get to work, sucking him all the way into my throat until he’s bottoming out, all remnants of pain forgotten.
I release him from my mouth with a pop, my tongue darting out to lick off the salty drop of precum beading from his slit. His eyes never leave me, staring down at me with a feral expression that has my toes curling.
“Spit on it, darlin,” he demands, and I do, running my hand from tip to base to coat him as he grunts, his jaw twitching as he grinds his molars.
He reaches down to grab me under my arms, tugging me up before pushing me back down onto my back.
I fall unceremoniously into the center of the small mattress as he prowls over me, stopping to tug off his shirt.
The last of the sun's rays filter through the corner window, casting my husband in a stunning golden glow. His abdominal muscles ripple, and his corded biceps flex as his arms flank me. He dips his head, catching my lips in a quick kiss, biting on my bottom lip as he pulls away.
He leans back to stare down at me, running his hands under my shirt. His thumbs caress my peaked nipples, and my back arches into the sensation. The corner of his lip twitches with a knowing smirk. “You like that, huh?”
“Mhmm,” I answer, whimpering as he repeats the movement.
“What else does my stunning wife like?” he asks, but it’s clear he isn’t looking for an answer, not with how his hands move over me, tugging my shirt over my head and falling back to the front-closing clasp on my lacy red bra.
He undoes it, making quick work of tossing my clothing to the side before sliding down my body and unbuttoning my shorts.
“No answer?” he asks, quirking a brow at me, but my mind is a little slow to the draw with lust fogging my synapses.
He tugs my shorts down, dragging my thong with it and dropping them beside the mattress.
“Should I spread my legs for you, or did you want to do that yourself?” I rasp.
His smirk widens to a grin, and he lowers himself to the floor, nudging my knees open and wrapping his arms under my thighs to pull my pussy to his face at the edge of the bed. “Just lie back and let me do all the work, darlin’. I’ve gotta make sure my wife is taken care of properly.”
He presses a tender kiss above my pubic bone, lowering his mouth to hover over my clit.
“Ry, please ,” I whine. Ryder’s come to realize that not only does he love it when I take control, but when I relinquish control to him, that’s his absolute favorite.
With anyone else, I wouldn’t even consider it, but with him, it’s so easy to let go and ask for what I want.
“You smell so sweet,” he whispers between peppering kisses over my clit, inner thighs, and my slick entrance. “I can’t wait to have a taste.” He plunges two fingers inside, and my eyes grow wide, head falling back onto the pillowtop mattress. “Eh, eh, eh. Eyes on me, darlin’,” he chides.
I sit up, balancing on my elbows as I watch him pump his fingers inside me with languid strokes. “That’s better. Now, what was it you wanted?”
I let out a little huff of annoyance, but I know I’ll be rewarded for all his teasing. “Ryder Maddox Lockhart, I need you to eat my pussy.”
He glances up. “What’s the magic word?” he teases.
I narrow my eyes on him and grit out the word, “ Please. ” That’s all it takes for him to duck his head, remove his fingers, and slurp on my pussy like he’s been absolutely
starved for it. His tongue swirls and tastes, lapping at my entrance between flicking the tip over my pulsing clit. I buck against his mouth, pleasure searing through me. He adjusts his grip, lifting my left leg up and pressing my knee into my chest to open me for him completely.
The sounds his mouth is making over my wetness, combined with his groans of ecstasy, are intoxicating, as if eating me out is his favorite part of the day and my pussy is a Michelin star restaurant.
It’s not long before the sparks of pleasure become too much for me, and I’m falling off the edge of ecstasy with Ryder grunting as he wraps his lips around my clit, allowing me to ride the waves of pleasure.
It continues in small, tingling bursts, and when the aftershocks have worn off, I collapse back onto the mattress, my arms splayed out at my sides.
“Whoever said ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ has never been in a relationship with someone who could make their grown ass husband come without even touching their cock. Otherwise, they’d have mentioned that too,” he groans, flopping down on his back beside me.
His dick is far from flaccid, but his cum paints his thighs.
“I thought you said you were planning to breed my pussy? How are we gonna make that happen now?” I ask, cocking my head to the side in question. I roll toward him, propping my head up on my hand.
“Give me ten minutes, and I’ll make good on my promise,” he says with a low, tired laugh.
“We have dinner reservations soon, and we need to get cleaned up,” I remind him, rolling my eyes. “You can fill me up later.”
A wicked smirk tugs at his lips, and before I know what he’s planning, he grips my thigh, pulling it up to rest on his hip. He swipes his fingers through the cum covering his thighs and perfectly sculpted abdominals, bringing two coated fingers to my core and pushing them inside.
I watch with rapt attention, moaning and rocking my hips against him.
When he pulls his fingers out, some of our combined arousal spills out, but he's quick to push it back inside, giving me a lazy smile. “Don’t even think about showering before dinner, darlin’.
I have big plans for the mess I’ve made. ”