Page 64 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)

I push my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands, and yank his head back. My pussy gushes when his eyes flare with delicious heat. Dropping down, I bite his bottom lip hard, just as he’s done to me several times. “Now take off my clothes.” I lick the sore spot and tack on, “Daddy.”

A growl leaves his throat and the sound makes my pussy weep even more. That growl gets me every time.

“As you wish, my vicious little angel. Or should I call you my vicious little girl?”

“Call me whatever you want, as long as you’re removing my clothes as you do it.”

He grins in a way that would leave most people creeped out, but I love the lecherous look.

It only takes him seconds before I’m stripped bare in front of him, my clothes tossed wherever they land. His heated gaze slides down my body, momentarily stopping at the juncture between my legs where the inside of my thighs are already wet, before coming back up to meet my eyes.

He reaches for me, but I slap his hand away. “Nuh huh. I’m running the show this time.”

He smirks and settles back against the chair, his legs falling open with his hands resting on his thighs, all casual looking. “Then by all means.” He flips a hand in the air in front of him.

I lift one of my legs and prop my foot on his thigh, leaning against the back of the sofa. The position exposes my pussy, and I feel the damp air whisper across my flesh. I grab a handful of his hair and yank him closer.

“Eat me, Daddy.”

As if a starved man presented with a feast, a snarl leaves his lips as he dives forward. My head falls back at the first swipe of his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” I scream to the ceiling, my hand tightening in his thick strands. “Yes, Ryker.”

His answering growl reverberates against my flesh, and damn it feels so good.

He starts at my back entrance and licks all the way up to my clit.

At that tight bundle of nerves, he pulls it between his teeth and sucks hard.

Bolts of intense pleasure zap through the nerve endings between my legs, and the one I’m still standing on almost buckles.

As if sensing my plight, Ryker wraps his fingers around my waist and blessedly holds me upright. I sag against the sofa anyway because every bone in my body has gone weightless. Using his hair, I pull him as close as I can get him, smothering his face.

“That’s right, baby,” Ryker growls against my flesh. “Ride my face. Fucking take what you want.”

He pushes his tongue inside me, and I see stars explode behind my closed eyelids. He fucks me with it, lapping up all the juices leaving my body. And it’s a lot. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so wet in my life.

My grip in his hair tightens, and I fuck his face like a mad woman, pulling him closer at the same time smashing my pussy against him. He hums and groans, adding a vibrating stimulation to the already intense feelings spreading throughout my body.

“Oh, Ryker,” I moan breathlessly. “Just like that. It feels so good.”

One of his hands snakes around to my ass, and I feel the press of a finger against my back hole.

I stiffen, but not because I don’t want what’s going to happen next, but because of the anticipation of it.

I want his finger in my ass. I want his cock there too.

I’ve read about it in books and I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of being fucked anally.

Ryker doesn’t neglect my pussy as he presses his finger against my asshole. His tongue is still hard at work. I screech to the fucking heavens when, with no warning at all, he shoves a finger deep inside my ass.

“Jesus, fuck. So goddamn tight,” he grunts. “You’re going to strangle my cock when I stuff it inside this little hole.”

My walls tighten around him at his dirty words and the visual they elicit.

“You want that, little girl?” he asks. “You want Daddy to fuck this tight hole?”

I lift my head and look down my body at him. The bottom half of his face glistens with my juices. “Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck my ass. I need it.”

I’m grabbed around my waist and pulled off the sofa.

I stand in front of him, my slick legs scissoring together as he rips off his shirt, unbuttons his pants, and yanks down the zipper.

His stiff cock pops out, and it’s still hard to imagine that huge thing fits inside me.

It’s even harder to imagine it’s about to go inside my ass.

“Get my cock wet,” he orders with a husky voice.

When I go to drop to my knees to use my mouth, he stops me with a hand on my ass. “Use your pussy.”

All too willing, I straddle his lap. The head nudges against my entrance, and I slowly sink down on him.

I’m so wet that he goes in easily, but only about halfway.

At that mark, things get tighter and become a bit uncomfortable.

I stop my downward stroke to let myself adjust, but apparently, that’s not to Ryker’s liking.

Using his grip around my waist, he forces me down at the same time he thrusts up.

I cry out at the intrusion. Holy shit, it hurts, but it also feels so damn good.

“Stop being a fucking baby,” he growls. “When I said get my cock wet,” he lifts me and slams me back down so hard it feels like he’s punching my insides, “I meant all of my cock.”

He bounces me up and down several times, lifting his hips to add to the pounding I’m taking.

I grow used to the fullness and let out little whimpers each time my clit hits the top of his pelvis.

The next downward stroke, he holds me down, grinding me against him until sparks of light filter in the outside edges of my vision.

“Ryker,” I moan. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”

Of course, the sadist he is, picks that moment to lift me off him.

“No!” I try to force my hips back down, but his grip on my waist is too harsh.

“Your ass, baby,” he reminds me.

Noticing his tight expression, he’s just as close to the edge as I am.

He lifts me up with a hand on my ass as he holds his cock upright, notching the tip at my back entrance. I’m nervous and scared, but also excited. My feet don’t touch the floor, so I can’t control the descent down. I’m completely at Ryker’s mercy.

I hiss out a breath when he breaches the tight ring of nerves around my rim, and I’m thankful he pauses. It only lasts a moment though. A whimper escapes my lips when he slides me down another couple of inches.

“Oh, shit,” I whimper. “Too full. It’s too much. I can’t?—”

My words end with a loud cry when he drops me down even more.

“You begged for my cock in your ass, Vicious. Now you’ll fucking take it.”

My only saving grace is that at least he doesn’t slam me down the rest of the way like he did my pussy. It still hurts though, when he does it in a firm, slow motion. I feel like I’m being split in two, only there’s an edge of sweet pleasure that runs alongside the pain.

“Fuck,” Ryker grits out, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. “You feel so goddamn good, baby. So tight and hot.”

I’m lifted and brought back down, and the pain isn’t as bad this time. I wrap an arm around his shoulder and tunnel my fingers through his hair with my other hand. My fingers tighten their hold when his thrusts pick up speed.

“Give me your mouth.”

I drop my head and press my lips to his. Our tongues tangle together as we taste each other’s mouths. Up and down I go, the friction inside me from the lewd act growing more pleasurable with each stroke.

Ryker rips his mouth from mine. “Play with your clit. I’m not going to last long.” Sweat beads his forehead, and there are lines beside his eyes with his tight expression, both giving away just how tightly strung he is.

I release his hair and bring my hand down between our bodies. The second my finger grazes my clit, my mouth drops open, and I let out a moan. I’m not going to last much longer either. The pleasure is too intense.

Ryker’s fingers bite into my ass cheeks and he lifts me up and drops me back down faster.

I work my finger over my clit and it takes no time at all before the first wave hits me.

My head drops back, and my loud cry pierces the air.

I feel my tight ring of muscles grip his shaft, making it difficult for him to slide in and out.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls, punching his hips upward.

My orgasm seems to last forever. Just when I think it’s over, another intense wave hits, and it starts all over again. Ryker shoves his face into my exposed throat, and his teeth bite down. He grunts and groans against my skin and his cock, still deep in my ass, starts jerking.

I’m delirious, which seems like the case most of the time after we fuck, because the next thing I know, I’m sitting down on the seat Ryker was on and he’s down on his knees in front of me, slipping on my shoes.

I don’t remember him sliding from my body, and I don’t remember getting dressed.

He’s fully dressed, too. Well, he was never un dressed, but his shirt is back on, and his pants are refastened.

I wiggle my butt on the seat and feel a delicious ache.

But there’s no mess, so that means he must have cleaned me too.

Once he’s done with my shoes, he wedges his way between my legs.

“The heart,” I say drowsily.

“Already taken care of, baby.”

I look over his shoulder toward the counter and don’t see the heart that was lying on top when things got started. The cabinet doors are closed, and the formaldehyde must be back in the bottom one because that’s gone too.

“Thank you.”

Not only for putting the heart in one of my jars, but for murdering the person who owned it.

His fingers are gentle when he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilts my head back and presses a soft kiss against my lips.

“Anything for you, Vicious.”