Page 71 of Ruck Me Harder

“I love you too,” she murmurs against my lips.

I pull back. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” Vivienne’s eyes are bright and her lips are puffy and red from kissing me. “I love you.”

twenty-nine

. . .

Viv

“Brody,” I announce when we get back to the hotel. “You need to clear out.”

He pouts. “You can’t kick me out of my own room.”

“You don’t get to watch this.” Tony glares at him, his arm slung around my waist. “Now leave.”

Brody grins as he pretends to grumble. I’m sure he’s off to visit his girlfriend and do the exact same thing we’re about to do.

Once the door closes behind him, Tony flips the deadbolt, then pulls me back into his arms.

“Say it again.” His eyes are trained on mine.

“I love you.” I wind my arms around his neck. “I love you.”

“Fuck, Vivienne.” His voice is hoarse. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Show me.”

Walking backward, I pull him with me toward the bed. He reaches for the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my shoulders unceremoniously, then slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my leggings. His eyes meet mine for consent and, when I nod, he pulls the spandex over my hips and down my thighs. I help kick them off until I’m left in my bra and underwear, his piercing gaze burning me from within.

Tony settles between my legs. He kisses my fabric-covered pussy, his tongue telling me exactly what he wants to do with me.

But he doesn’t take off my panties. I arch beneath his touch, desperate for more. He doesn’t hurry up.

Taking matters into my own hands, I shove the fabric off my hips. He helps pull the scrap of satin down my legs, leaving a kiss on the inside of my knee. Finally, he touches me. He flings my underwear over his shoulder before he dives in and licks me.

I let out a stuttered moan. My hands find his hair almost on instinct, running my fingers through the silky strands.

We’ve done this enough that he knows exactly what I like, what I need. The rough scrape of his stubble on the inside of my thighs makes me shiver. I’m sure I’ll be walking funny later. Totally worth it.

Tony slides two fingers inside of me, the unexpected stretch making me arch my back as I adjust. I want more. I need more. He withdraws and then thrusts his fingers inside, the glide made smooth by my natural wetness, as he continues to lick and suck on my clit. The steady pressure and suction of his mouth combined with the rhythm of his fingers make everything inside of me coil tight like a spring.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as I ride his face. He makes an appreciative hum, the vibration reverberating through me. It doesn’t take long for me to reach the peak, and as he shows me exactly how much he loves me, I vow to do the same for him. Always.

I barely have time to gasp before the orgasm hits me. As pleasure courses through my veins, a pleasant warmth floods my system, warring with the natural oxytocin.

He loves me. I’m not too much for him. He loves me exactly as I am.

And that feels fucking magical.

Tony pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean. I fucking whimper as my blood heats. His eyes darken as he smirks at me like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Grabbing him by the shoulders, I pull him up the bed until he’s on top of me. He pulls me into his arms, his hard cock nudging the inside of my thigh. He makes no effort to move things along. He’s learned I need some cuddling time before I’m ready to continue.

My hand cups his cheek as I kiss him. The taste of me on his lips makes me clench around the emptiness deep within me. My hips rock against his involuntarily, the slight friction of his body hair a tease against my sensitive skin.

“Shit.” Tony goes tense.