“Me too.” I grit out the words, attempting to keep a tight hold on whatever remains of my self-control
“Don’t you dare fucking come, Liam. Oh fuck.”
She lets out a high-pitched sound. Her legs tremble, and her body bows off the couch as she screams out her release. I grip the base of my shaft tightly to stop myself from coming, and nearly lose the battle, every muscle in my body seizing as I try to control my impending orgasm. Her breathing slows, and she sits up, eyes heavily lidded.
She bites down on her bottom lip and stares at where I’m barely holding on. “Were you a good boy for me?”
Swallowing thickly, I nod, unable to speak.
“Do you think you deserve a reward?” she asks, voice breathy and still somehow commanding.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
My nostrils flare, and I shove down the urge to turn the tables on her and have her at my mercy. I have no doubt that this is Ruby’s way of asserting some sense of control in her life after years of bowing to everyone else. I can give her that. I can be the tool that lets her explore this other side of her.
I change my position so I’m on my back across the sofa. “Please, baby. Sit on my face. I’ve been such a good boy for you.”
A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. She positions herself between my legs and sucks the tip of my cock between her pretty pink lips, lapping up my pre-cum with an exaggerated moan.
She starts to crawl over me, then stops. “Liam…” she mutters hesitantly.
“What’s wrong?”
Something like insecurity crosses her features. She looks away. “Tell me if I hurt you, and I’ll stop.”
“Look at me,” I command. Without an ounce of hesitation, she looks into my eyes, and her expression softens. “Don’t you fucking dare lose that spark now. I would rather die than stop.”
“Too soon,” she says.
“Shit, sorry.” We both laugh. When we lock eyes, the moment turns heated once again. I slide my body further down, giving her more room to settle herself above me. “Sit on my fucking face, Ruby. Drown me in that perfect cunt.”
“Say please.”
“Please,” I groan.
She swings one leg over me, straddling my head. When I think she’s going to hesitate again, she surprises me and sits her ass down in the perfect spot for me to devour her whole. Her entire body shivers at the first swipe of my tongue over her sensitive clit. She tastes like my favorite fucking dessert.
I moan against her core and lap at her like a man starved. After a few more rough strokes, she takes over, rocking back and forth over my beard as my tongue slides through her soaked center from ass to clit. Her piercing clicks against my teeth before I suck—hard.
One of her hands slides through my hair, and she tugs, guiding me where she wants me. Her thighs tremble beneath my palms as I hold her against my mouth, quickly bringing her to the brink of a second orgasm. “Touch yourself,” she says firmly. “I want you to come with me.”
I snake one hand down to grip my already weeping cock, and stroke in time with her movements. I’m already so close to the edge, all it takes is three breathy words for me to spill all over my stomach.
“Come for me,” she says.
She shatters just as my own orgasm crashes over me. Holding onto the back of the couch for dear life, her movements cease, and she takes a few labored breaths. She’s still unsteady when she flops down beside me. Her head lolls to the side, eyes glassy, and a contented smile on her face.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
“Yeah. You can say that again.”
“Holy shit.”
Chapter 23
Ruby’s Biggest Fan
