Page 37 of Ask for Moore
Ryland released the swell of my breast and kissed the spot where he had just bit, looking up at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Are the love bites okay?”
“Yes.” I licked my lips and nodded vigorously. “As long as we stick to keeping them in places where only you will see them, they’re more than okay. That felt…I can’t even…it was thrilling and erotic. I loved every second of it.”
“I can’t resist the urge to mark you, especially after that call with your boss. I know he’s not even in the same state and will never get a glimpse of your perfect tits, but I want to rip his damn head off for thinking it’s okay that your client wants you to use this perfect body for his own ends.” Ryland’s voice came out in a fierce growl, and his expression turned stormy for a second before he dropped his head and bit the swell of my other breast so they matched.
I moaned and arched, pressing into his teeth again.
“You’re the only man who’s ever seen me like this, Ryland. You’re the only one who’s ever tasted me and made me scream with pleasure.” I lightly dug my fingernails into the exposed flesh on the nape of his neck and bucked against him, all but dry humping the sexy man. “And you’re the only one Iwantseeing me like this. Touching me like this. You’re the only man I want to come for.”
Ryland lifted his head, locking gazes with me as he gripped my hips. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Say what?” I gasped as he ground against me, loving the friction building between us. I was beyond desperate for us to get rid of the clothes still separating us.
“I want to hear you say that you’re mine. My little queen. I need to know that you get that you belong to me.”
I rested my forehead against his and gazed deeply into his dark eyes. “I think you already know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m yours.”
“Let me hear you say it in no uncertain terms.” He kissed my neck and tugged my sleep shorts down my hips. I rose just long enough to shimmy out of them and kick the silky material out of the way. Then I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on top of the small pile of clothes on the floor.
Chewing on my bottom lip for a second, I knelt between his feet and helped him out of his pajama pants, enjoying it when his dick sprung free, already hard. Taking his shaft in my hand, I gave the hard length a couple of firm strokes, never blinking as I gazed into his eyes.
“I’m yours, Ryland. I belong to you. I only want you and no one else.” I was surprised by how easy the confession was, after spending my entire life keeping everyone at arm’s length. Somehow, this incredible man had snuck his way inside the armor surrounding my heart…although I wasn’t quite ready to admit to the extent of my feelings.
Instead, I focused on the passion between us. Licking my lips nervously, I leaned down and licked the head of his rock-hard dick, my tongue swirling determinedly against the velvety soft skin.
“Yes.” He hissed the word through clenched teeth, and his cock twitched against my tongue. He pumped his hips once, filling my mouth, and I had to pull back, blushing up at him as I sucked in a deep breath.
“This is another first.” My cheeks filled with heat, but his eyes held no judgment over my inexperience. “I’ve never actually done oral before. Can you show me how to do it? I...I want to get this right. To give you as much pleasure as I get when your mouth is on me.”
“I’d like nothing better than that, my little queen, but I want you to touch yourself for me while I show you how to suck me. I need you to be nice and wet, so fucking hungry for me when I taste you again, then bury myself inside you.” He stroked his hard, throbbing shaft in one hand and took my hair in the other, holding it out of the way, just in case.
Slowly, I slid my fingers to my folds and began fingering myself like he asked. First, I swirled two fingers around my entrance before plunging them inside. Then I dipped them in and out several times, coating my fingers in my hot, slick juices before dragging them out and massaging circles around my clit. I was so turned on by what I was doing that there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in me. I moaned with pleasure as Ryland stroked a thumb over my bottom lip as he gazed down into my eyes.
“Such a good girl, doing as I asked. Don’t be afraid to let things get a little messy, queenie. I want to feel that hot, wet mouth of yours wrapped around me, sucking and licking like our lives depend on it.” He adjusted his gentle hold on my hair and paused the stroking of his cock for a second to caress my cheek. “Try to breathe on my out thrusts so you don’t feel like you’re suffocating, and don’t hesitate to let me know if you want to stop or if there’s anything you want to change about how we’re doing things, okay?”
Leaning forward, I licked a bead of pre-come off the tip of his cock, savoring the salty taste on my tongue as I gazed up at him. “I can’t imagine wanting to stop, especially if this feels as good for you as I hope it does.”
“You’ll be perfect, my little queen. I just know it.” Ryland groaned as I took him in my mouth and began licking and stroking. I took particular care to swirl my tongue around the tip as I started sucking. I was determined to make him lose control, as I always did when his mouth was on me.
He shuddered with pleasure and pumped his hips to set a rhythm for my mouth bobbing up and down his shaft. “See? Perfect.”
His praise gave me a high like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I doubted any drug could ever capture that soaring feeling and heart-pounding thrill. I fell into a rhythm of sucking and stroking him at the exact speed he’d shown me when he set the pace by thrusting into my mouth a few times.
Groaning, Ryland’s grip on my hair tightened, tugging slightly as he met the bobbing of my mouth with thrusts of his hips. Goose bumps rushed down my spine in response to the gentle hair-pulling combined with the sensation of him filling my mouth with his hard, throbbing shaft.
The grunts and moans he was doing his best to stifle as I sucked him off stoked my pleasure higher. I felt my inner walls flutter around my fingers and let out a low moan of pleasure.
“Don’t stop touching yourself, queenie. Keep going. I want to feel you moaning while those sweet, perfect lips are wrapped around me.”
I hummed my assent without ever stopping the magic. I was doing my best to work on him with my mouth. Our time spent in bed—and the shower—together had already been mind-blowing, but this took it to a new level. I was so hot and wet, throbbing for him as I simultaneously fingered myself and gave him a blow job.
Moaning, I all but brought myself to orgasm with my fingers, all the while doubling down my focus on sucking him off. Suddenly, Ryland used his grip on my hair to tug me back a bit and pulled out of my mouth.
Instantly, I wondered if I had done something wrong, and he must have seen the insecurity on my face because he shook his head and explained in a husky tone. “That was so fucking good that I was about to come, and I don’t want to blow in your mouth, at least not yet.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say, and my brain short-circuited when he took the hand I’d been pleasuring myself with and sucked my fingers clean.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he growled with pleasure. “You taste so damn good.”
