Page 14 of Sinful Abandon

My head spins at the thought of how fast he’s gotten hard again.

“Did you think I wouldn’t want to repay the favor?” he whispers into my ear before taking a nip on the lobe.

An electric current shoots to my head. His mouth on my neck is intoxicating.

“I wasn’t playing tit for tat.”

Ryan lifts his head. “That sounds dirty.”

My head falls to the side as I laugh. “You’re twelve.”

“I had your tits, and now, I want your tat,” he says as his hand snakes over my pants and rubs my clit up and down.

I groan, despite his incredibly corny line.

“If you think I’m the kinda guy who would let a beautiful woman suck my dick and not return the favor, then you have me all wrong.” His thumbs hook into the sides of my pants, and he lowers them over my hips. As his fingers travel, so does his mouth, slowly down my body. “Not only am I going to lick your sweet pussy until you’re screaming my name,” he says, throwing my pants to the ground, “I am also going to fuck you until the sun comes up.”

His mouth is hovering over my core. My hips buck in desperate need to be touched.

“And what if I don’t want to be fucked?” I ask.

His tongue darts out and takes a swipe over my clit. The sensation ripples up my body, and my hips jolt further off the bed.

“Then, I’ll leave.” He places his hands on my thighs, holding them wide and in place as he licks again.

My fingers dig into the thousand thread count sheets.

“I don’t want you to leave,” I breathe.

With a grin, he looks up at me and says, “Good, because I have been dying to touch you since you tried to steal my cab.”

“It wasn’t your—” My words are swallowed by my inhale when Ryan goes back down and licks my clit again.

This time, he doesn’t stop.

His tongue is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. With every swipe, my desire builds. My fingers run through his hair. When he dips a finger and caresses me from the inside, I grab my own hair and scream out.

The act only makes Ryan continue on. His tongue is firm and fast, unrelenting. When I look down at him, the sight only makes me burn further with need.

I have a terrible confession to make. I’ve never come from a man going down on me. It takes me forever, so I cut the act short and jump right into sex. But this feeling burning through me, this build happening inside—paired with the sensation of his hands on my thighs, his mouth moving with vigor, and the groans of satisfaction he gives with every cry from my mouth—makes me lose myself in the moment.

“Touch yourself,” he moans, his hands and mouth still on me.

I lower my hands to my breasts and circle my nipples. It’s exactly what I need to send me over the edge. The sensations are exquisite. The desire builds higher and stronger inside me. I close my eyes and arch my back. My body ignites, and as he sucks on my clit one more time, I explode, screaming his name into the dead of night.

My core throbs and pulses, tightening with the intense orgasm.

Ryan doesn’t stop. He takes me through the waves and doesn’t relent until my body sinks into the bed with erratic breaths.

I raise my hands above my head and enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss.

My first oral orgasm. It only took thirty-one years.

Ryan climbs up my body and holds himself up at arm’s length. “Should I go now?”

His words force my eyes open, and I see a devilish gleam.

“Hell no.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me.