Chapter 27
Ridge
Robyn tastes fucking amazing. I have to hold back a groan as I lick her clit.
She’s laid out on the dining room table for me, naked, knees parted. Her face is flushed, and her tits rise and fall with every breath she takes. Her nipples are tight and dark.
She’s a vision, and for the next few days, she’s all mine. For the next few hours, at least, I plan on forgetting about this whole shit-show of a day.
I drag the flat of my tongue over her slit, and her hips jerk under my hands. She groans.
I pin her hips back down to the wood and go after her properly.
My dragon makes a low, satisfied sound at the base of my throat, and I don’t bother trying to silence him.
I work two fingers into her, and she’s slick and ready for me. My dick is hard under my zipper.
“Yes,” she moans.
I curl my fingers and find that spot inside her, and her back lifts off the table again. She makes this keening noise when I suckle on her clit, my fingers disappearing inside her slick heat…in and out. Nice and easy.
“That’s it… Oh! Ohhhh,” she says, and her voice is all breathy.
I keep my fingers where they are as I keep sucking on her clit.
She gives me everything.
Her hands come up off the table, and one of them lands in my hair, gripping it. The other is down flat on the wood. Her thighs start shaking. Her stomach flutters under my forearm.
Robyn lifts her head, watching me suck her off.
Then she comes apart on my tongue and fingers with a long, low cry that climbs into something almost surprised at the end.
Her pussy clamps down hard on my fingers.
I feel the pulse of it. A body shudder rolls through her.
She gasps and tries to close her thighs against my head, but I hold them open with my forearms and keep at her there, slower now, drawing it out, lapping at her until the noises she’s making turn small and dazed.
Her hand goes slack in my hair. She’s breathing hard.
I lift my head, and I just look at her for a few seconds.
She’s a mess, but the good kind. Her hair is half out of its bun. Her mouth is a little slack. There’s a flush across the tops of her tits that I want to put my mouth on. Her eyes are still closed. Her chest is heaving.
She’s the sexiest female I think I’ve ever laid eyes on.
And my cock is so hard it hurts.
I straighten up, and her eyes open. They’ve gone glassy. She looks down the length of her own body at me and licks her lips, and the sight nearly finishes me.
She pushes up on her elbows, and I pick her up. She gives a small, surprised laugh against my throat, her arms looping around my shoulders. Her legs wrap around my waist. I can feel the wet heat of her right through my slacks.
I carry her around to the back of the sofa, put her down onto shaky legs, and bend her over so that she can use the back of the couch to leverage herself on.
Her ass is a thing of beauty.
“Hold on tight,” I tell her in a gruff voice.
She glances over her shoulder at me, hair falling out of the bun. Her palms flatten on the top of the sofa back. Her spine curves. Her ass tips up some more.
I take a step back just to look at her.
Christ.
The line of her back. The dip of her waist. The curve of her ass, full and soft, two perfect handfuls of it.
Her thighs are parted just enough that I can see her from behind, pink and flushed and shining.
Her pussy is still pulsing a little from the orgasm, and I can’t wait to bury myself there. Her clit is swollen, too.
I’m going to wreck her.
I shrug out of my jacket and throw it over the two-seater. My hands go to my belt. I have it open and my zipper down mere seconds later. I push my pants and my briefs down to mid-thigh and free my cock, and I exhale through my teeth at the relief of it.
I’m leaking. A drop of pre-cum slides down the length of me.
I step up behind her. I put one hand on the dip of her lower back, the other on my cock, and I line myself up. The crown of me drags through her wetness, and she shudders.
“Spread your legs a little wider for me, sweetheart.”
What the fuck did I just call her?
Shit.
I can’t do that again.
She does as I ask, and I push into her tight heat.
I have to lock my jaw to keep from crying out. She’s hot, snug, and so fucking soaked it’s trickling down her inner thighs.
“You feel good,” I grind out.
She whimpers.
Her body grips me. I take it slow. I give her time. I watch myself disappear into her an inch at a time, and I have to look away halfway because if I keep watching, I am going to come.
She moans, long and low.
I bottom out. Her head drops between her shoulders. She makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whimper and a curse.
I hold there. Just for a second.
Her pussy is squeezing me in the best possible way. My dragon is right there at the surface, pleased, rumbling in my chest. I feel my eyes shift. I have to drop my head and stare at the small of her back until they settle again.
Then I start to move.
I pull almost all the way out, watching the slick length of my cock emerge, and I drive back in. Hard.
She cries out.
I do it again.
It doesn’t take long to find the rhythm and the angle to reach the places inside her that make her arch and gasp my name.
Her ass jiggles every time I bottom out, soft and full and perfect, and I cannot stop watching it.
Her tits swing forward and back with the force of it.
Then there’s the wet sound of my cock pumping into her, together with the slap of my hips against her ass.
Her breath catches on every thrust.
“Christ, Robyn.” I run a hand up her spine. “Look at you.”
“So good.” She lifts her ass up higher, opening herself to me, and I slide in deeper.
“Fuuuuuck!” I groan.
I grip her hips with both hands, and I take her harder.
She is so fucking tight. Every stroke is a fight, but, at the same time, her pussy is greedy. It pulls me in, holds me, and doesn’t want to let me go each time I drag back out. The drag is agony. The push back in is worse.
I am not going to last.
I clench my jaw and try to slow down, and she moans in protest and pushes back into me, and I lose what little control I’ve scraped together.
I lean over her back and slide my hand around her hip and down between her thighs. I find her clit, already swollen and slippery, and I drag two fingers in slow, tight circles right on top of it.
She bucks against me.
“Yes…ohhhh…yes…” she yells.
I press a little harder. I keep my hips moving, slower now, deeper, every thrust grinding up into her where she needs it most.
I shout in triumph when I feel her tighten around me and start to spasm. Then her pussy goes vise-tight around my cock. Her body shakes under mine, her clit pulsing against my fingertips, her channel rippling and squeezing in waves, and that’s it.
I let go.
A roar rips out of my chest. My dragon is so close that I pop a few scales on my chest, which somehow makes me come harder.
I feel my eyes shift, and I don’t bother trying to stop them this time.
I drive into her, deep, and I let myself empty into her as I crunch through the middle, my fingers digging into her hip, my fingers strumming on her clit.
I’m shaking as I keep pumping into her.
I make another sound when the last pulse rolls through me. Halfway between a grunt and a groan.
“Holy shit,” Robyn says between pants.
“Yeah.” It’s all I’ve got.
I ease out of her.
I take off the rest of my clothes, dropping them on the floor.
Robyn is still bent over the sofa, my seed running down her inner thighs.
My chest vibrates with a low growl as my dragon prowls.
Mine, he snarls.
For a few days, buddy, I warn.
I run my palm up the back of one of her thighs, and she shivers.
“Come here.” I straighten her up and turn her into me.
She comes willingly. Her face tips up. Her eyes are still soft and unfocused, pupils blown. Her mouth is parted.
I kiss her, savoring her.
“Let’s go to your bed,” I say it against her lips.
“Mmm.” She nods. “Okay.”
I bend and scoop her up, one arm under her thighs, the other behind her back. She makes a small sound and clutches at my shoulder.
I carry her down the hall anyway.
I sit on the edge of the bed, and I keep her with me, turning her so that she’s straddling my lap, her knees on either side of my hips, her hands sliding into the back of my hair.
I’m hard again.
She feels it. She rolls her hips against me, slow and curious, and her eyes go wide.
“Again?” she asks.
“Yes.” I trail my hand up her back. “Unless you need a break?”
“I’m good.” She lifts up onto her knees and reaches between us. Her hand wraps around my cock, and I hiss through my teeth.
She positions me at her entrance and sinks down.
I get to watch her face as she takes me this time. The way her lips part. The way her eyes flutter half-closed. The small wrinkle between her brows that smooths out as she settles all the way down. The little sigh that leaves her when she’s fully seated.
I’m not sure that a few days will be enough to sate myself, but I’m sure as hell going to try.
Her hands curl around the back of my neck.
She moans.
Then she starts to move.
She rocks first. Slow rolls of her hips that pull me almost out and seat me back in deep.
Her ass moves against my thighs. Her tits are right at the level of my face, and I lean in and take one of her nipples between my lips.
She gasps, and her hand fists in my hair, and she starts to ride me properly. Up and down. Working herself on me.
Her tits bounce and jiggle. I love how soft she is. How feminine.
She picks up the pace.
“So damned beautiful,” I mutter.
Her hair has come the rest of the way down. It’s a wild fall over her shoulders. There’s a flush all the way down her chest. Her mouth is open. Her eyes are locked on mine, and they don’t leave.
Not for a second.
I should turn her back onto her knees. This feels too intimate somehow. But I don’t. Instead, I grip her hips and thrust into her from below. She cries out, and the sound goes straight through me.
She looks away for a second, and then her eyes are back on mine.
I’m going to watch her come, and I’m going to love every moment.