Page 90 of Ruthless Game

And then she did it again.

“How does it feel to be on the other side of the edging?” she finally asked, eyes glinting with amusement as she licked the last drop of precum off her lips.

That was too fucking much.

I leaned down, gripping her wet hair in my fist and shoving my cock deep. Eyes flying open, she gasped and gagged, trying to shake her head.

“You want to tease me? To torture me? Prove a point? Or are you trying to tempt the beast out of its cage?”

She tried to say something around my cock, sending sparks up and down my spine.

I pulled out of her mouth, tugging her head back by her hair.

“What was that?”

“All of the above, Max,” she said, husky, blue eyes lit with a fire I’d never seen in them before.

“Well, if you want it, you’ll get it,” I vowed, before slapping her cheek with my thick cock. “I was going to go easy on you, but I’ll always give you what you need. Now, open that pretty brat mouth and take my fat cock.”

She swallowed, throat moving, and then her mouth opened wide, and I shoved deep, hitting her throat. With my free hand, I tilted her chin until the angle was perfect and I was able to slide into her throat.

I threw my head back, groaning low, because nothing felt as goddamn fucking good as her tight throat around my cock.

“Swallow around it,” I ordered on a rasp.

She did, her throat and mouth working. I massaged her throat, feeling my cock there.

“I own this tight throat, don’t I? Just like I’ll own that pussy soon. Because you’re mine, Starburst. Always have been, always will be. Forever. Now, brace yourself, because I’m about to fuck your mouth hard and fast, and then you’re going to swallow down every last drop.”

That was the only warning I gave her before I started thrusting, fast and deep, in and out of her mouth and throat. She didn’t protest, keeping her eyes on mine, letting me use her exactly how I needed to. And even though she felt so fucking good around my cock, it was the depth in those baby blues, the unspoken affection in them, the vulnerability and trust, that made my balls tighten, until I shouted her name and came down her throat in jet after jet, my legs going weak from the power from it.

Gasping, I began to pull out, but she licked me clean, and my cock jumped, overworked and overwrought.

I tapped her cheek to signal her to stop, but she refused, licking the oversensitive crown.

“Too much, Angel,” I begged, but she was relentless, working my cock until with a pained roar, I came again, jetting cum into her mouth and throat.

Weak from coming twice in a row.

Weak from this goddess’s power over me.

“That’s no less than you deserve,” she told me, satisfaction in her deep blue eyes.

I practically fell to my knees before her, pressing grateful kisses to her knees, hips, waist, and lips.

“You make me weak for you,” I admitted, the words dragged out of me. “That’s how much I love you—that I’m willing to embrace the thing I’m most scared of.”

It was the second time I’d told her I’d loved her in years—third, if you included the other night when she was already asleep. I watched as her face softened and blue eyes warmed, sparkling like a placid lake on a summer day, and for once, drowning didn’t terrify me.

As the water began to cool, I shut it off, leading her out of the shower and toweling us off.

I had her sit and wait while I remade the bed so neither of us had to sleep in the wet spot, which, let’s face it, was the entire bed at this point. By the time we crawled into bed, the sun had disappeared below the hills, dousing the world in a peaceful orange glow.

Emma yawned, and I pulled her against my chest, kissing her hair and praising her, murmuring to her, until we both fell asleep, tangled up in each other, the world held at bay.

For now.

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