Page 42 of Spark

KENDRICK

P leasure shoots through me, sending a hair-raising torrent of electricity straight into my dick. With a soft moan, I slide my hand toward my crotch to investigate the cause of this sudden jolt of goodness and discover a bobbing head of soft hair underneath my fingertips.

My eyes flutter open as a languid smile spreads across my face. She’s really here. Last night was real. And not only that, Ruby’s waking me up with her voracious mouth. Dreams really do come true.

“Good morning to you, too,” I growl out, my voice cracking with grogginess. “Damn. You’re my kind of blushing virgin.”

Ruby giggles, but the sound is muffled by the dick in her mouth. My dick. I can’t believe it. It’s literally one of my hottest fantasies come to life.

Just as my balls begin tightening in preparation for the grand finale, Ruby releases me with a loud pop of her mouth. Her face aglow, she gasps out, “You want me to keep going, or do you want me to save a horse and ride a cowboy?”

“Whichever turns you on more. ”

Ruby grips my hard dick and smiles wickedly. “Which option will inspire you to show me your dirty lyrics?”

“Neither. But if you stop mentioning that, I promise to make all your sexual fantasies come true.”

“You’re already going to do that.”

She’s right. I am. And nothing can stop me. Not even Ruby constantly asking me about those damned non-existent lyrics.

“Ah, well. A girl can try,” she mutters, correctly interpreting my facial expression.

With a sigh, she scoots across the bed to the nightstand and grabs a condom, her decision about what to do next apparently made.

After handing me the packet, she leans down and pecks my lips.

“Wanna know a secret?” she whispers. “You already fulfilled all my fantasies last night, anyway.”

My eyebrows draw together. “Blushing virgin was your only fantasy?”

Ruby strokes my shaft. “That was an impromptu fantasy, actually. Before that moment, the only fantasy I’ve ever had in my life was me having an orgasm without the help of a toy.”

I put my hand on hers, stopping the movement of her hand on my shaft. “If you truly intend to ride a cowboy, you’d better stop teasing his horse. Unless, of course, me coming all over your hand is another impromptu fantasy unlocked.”

With a sexy little giggle, Ruby pulls her hand back, freeing me to wrap myself in the condom.

When that task is done, she gleefully straddles me, hooting and yeehawing as she goes, and when her knees are firmly placed on either side of me, she leans down, kisses my cheek, and whispers into my ear.

“Here’s an impromptu fantasy unlocked. How about you spank me, while I ride you, cowboy? Can you do that for me?”

“I sure can.”

“Don’t be shy about it. Do it exactly the way you wrote about in those lyrics, okay? Really go for it.” She positions herself at my tip. “I mean, don’t hurt me. But don’t hold back. ”

“Got it.” I grip Ruby’s hips and guide her down onto my shaft, and she moans as I sink deeper and deeper inside her. “Jesus Christ,” I mutter, as the sensation of warm wetness squeezes every inch of me, causing electrical impulses to skate across every nerve ending connected to my dick and balls.

With my palms firmly gripping her hips, Ruby starts gyrating on top of me, making me grunt softly with every movement.

“I honestly never need to see your dirty lyrics,” Ruby purrs.

“Good. Because you won’t.”

“The mere thought of you writing them is enough to turn me on like crazy.” She moans to emphasize her point.

“I can’t stop imagining you lying in bed, naked and jacking off, and then having the undeniable urge to scribble all your hottest fantasies down, as fast as you could write them.

God, that’s so fucking hot, Kendrick. The image of you doing that is making me want to come. ”

That gets my attention. “I was so turned on when I wrote those words down,” I grit out, figuring I’ll stoke the flames of her fantasies to maximum effect. “I could barely see what I was scribbling onto the page.”

“Oh, God. Yes.”

“When I read it back, I couldn’t believe how graphic it was. How unfiltered and raw.”

“Oh, Kendrick. Tell me more.”

I touch her clit, and Ruby groans and gyrates even more enthusiastically on top of me. “I read my lyrics afterward, and they made me so horny, I jerked off again.”

“Oh, God. I’m so close. Wait. Again? You jerked off before and after writing your horny manifesto?”

“Yep. Before and after. I was on fire that night.”

“So hot,” Ruby grits out, throwing her head back. “Tell me more.”

We’re in the zone now. Moving together. Spiraling toward ecstasy.

“Did you think about anyone in particular while writing it?” she gasps out.

I don’t know if it’s the right answer. The wrong answer. Too big an admission. But there’s only one thing I can possibly say to that, even regarding a bunch of lyrics that don’t actually exist. “I thought of you, baby. Only you. Nobody else.”

Ruby groans, more loudly than ever this time, and her gyrations on top of me increase in speed and intensity. I think I’m safe—she’s plainly interpreting my comment as simple dirty talk and nothing more.

“Have you torn out those pages and destroyed them, or do your filthy, kinky words still exist in the world?”

“They still exist,” I choke out, feeling like I’m on the cusp of losing it. “But don’t bother looking for my notebook. You’ll never fucking find it.”

“I won’t even look.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“No, I mean it. I respect your bound—Oh, God. Kendrick. Gah.”

I just now changed things up in terms of how I’m stimulating her clit. And the new tactic has plainly taken things to a new level for her.

“That’s it, baby,” I coo, as her movements on top of me become frenzied. “I’m never gonna show you what I wrote. And you’re gonna be a good girl and accept that.”

“Yes,” she gasps out. “Just don’t stop what you’re doing, Kendrick. Don’t stop.”

“Baby, this house could be burning down and I wouldn’t stop.” I don’t feel like I can call her baby unless I’m fucking her, so I’m using the word at every fucking opportunity now.

Ruby groans desperately. “I’m so close, it hurts.”

And there’s my cue .

Panting with excitement, I grip Ruby’s gyrating ass cheek, finding my target, and then, I give her soft ass cheek a gentle spank—one that elicits a mangled, tortured whimper of excitement.

“Harder,” she grits out.

I give her what she wants, and her reaction is even bigger this time, which, of course, gets me going like crazy, too.

Somehow, I manage to hang on for dear life through Ruby’s excitement and keep it going for her. But I must admit I’m now hanging on by the barest of threads.

Feeling dizzy and breathless, I spank Ruby again when the scooping movements of her pelvis serve her ass cheek to me on a silver platter, while my other hand continues working her clit, and my cock remains buried deep inside her, filling her up.

Moans and groans lurch out of me, and the room feels like it’s spinning.

And thank God, that third spank gets her across the line.

As Ruby throws her head back and comes with a keening wail, the floodgates open for me, too, and I’m catapulted into the stratosphere like I’ve got two rocket launchers strapped to my balls.

But even as I’m momentarily blinded by pleasure, my brain registers a startling truth. An unfortunate one, if I’m being honest. I won’t survive it if Ruby doesn’t catch feelings for me by the end of this supposed fling. This extended role-play. This charade.

It’s undeniable to me now.

I’m a slave to this woman’s body, every bit as much as I’m a slave to her heart. Her soul. Her smile. Her laugh.

Why? Because I’m deeply, madly, irrevocably, and infinitely in love with Ruby Margaret Connolly. Addicted to her. Desperate for her. God help me, I was born to love this woman. She’s The One. And there’s no option for me, other than making her mine, through any means necessary.