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All thoughts of what happened earlier tonight fly out of my head. There are plenty of things to worry about, but right now, I’m so focused on the way Ransom’s mouth feels on mine that I can’t think about anything else.
When his hands start wandering, I arch against him, practically begging him to touch me more. I’m still sore in places, but I don’t care about that.
My body burns with heat and desire, and it’s as if now that I’ve had a taste of what it feels like to get fucked by these men, I can’t have enough of it.
Maybe Ransom feels the same way, because when he breaks away again, his eyes have gone dark and hot. He scoops me up and brings me over to the bed, laying me down gently before climbing up to loom over me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, and I flush warmly as he starts kissing at my neck.
He leaves a searing line of open-mouthed kisses along my pulse point, all the way to my collarbones, and I find myself writhing and panting underneath him.
“Please,” I gasp out, dragging a hand down the front of his shirt. “Please, Ransom.”
“What do you want, pretty girl?” he murmurs. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I pant. “Please. Touch me. I want your hands on me.”
He smirks and sits back a bit, grabbing the hem of my shirt to drag it up and over my head. His eyes rake over my skin, and the usual prickle of self-consciousness about my scars barely registers at all as he slips a hand behind me to unhook my bra.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says again, lowering his head to continue pressing kisses everywhere he can reach as he tugs my bra off and tosses it on the floor.
When he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, I arch up with a sharp cry, twisting the fingers of one hand into the bedsheets. Ransom hums, alternating between laving at the sensitive peak with his tongue and sucking it between his lips. He twists and teases my other nipple with his fingers, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter for him.
I moan out loud, the sound filling the quiet space of his bedroom, and he nips at my breast in response, careful to avoid my fresh tattoo. He kisses his way down my stomach and then makes quick work of getting my pants and panties out of the way, leaving me spread out naked on the bed for him.
“You look so damn good like this. Like a feast,” he says, flashing a grin up at me.
“Ransom,” I whimper. “Please…”
He spreads my legs with his hands, pushing them open wide enough that he can settle between them. He drags two fingers down along my folds, and I shudder at the sensation. My flesh is still battered and sensitive, a little swollen from everything that happened last night, and as blood rushes down between my legs, it only heightens those feelings.
“Poor thing,” he murmurs. “You’re still so sore down here, aren’t you?”
I am, but I don’t care. I want him.
He doesn’t wait for me to answer, just keeps going, sliding his fingers back up to tease at my clit. “We really did a number on this tight little hole of yours, didn’t we?”
“Y-yeah,” I gasp out. “Oh, fuck.”
The last word comes out on a sharp cry as Ransom dips his head and starts licking the same line his fingers just followed.
I writhe under him, feeling the pleasure building already as he eats me out.
He’s worked me up before with his hand, but it feels different this time. I don’t know if it’s the lingering soreness from getting fucked or what, but everything feels more sensitive now.
Ransom circles my clit with his tongue and then drags it back down to my hole. He licks around the entrance for a bit and then stiffens his tongue and thrusts it inside me. I can feel his piercing in a whole new way like this, and I squirm, moaning his name and reaching one hand down to tangle in his thick hair.
“Oh god,” I breathe. “Ransom, your mouth. Fuck.”
He chuckles, and the sound is half muffled against my swollen flesh. When he lifts his head a bit, I can see that his lips are slick from my arousal, and he makes a show of licking them slowly, dragging his tongue along the bottom one and then the top, catching my attention.
“You love this, don’t you?” he teases. “Being a bad girl. Giving in to the things you feel and not holding back.”
I whine softly, my core mourning the loss of the heat of his mouth. His fingers replace his lips and tongue a moment later, and I arch my back, the heat in my body climbing.
“You look so good like this,” he continues. “Letting yourself go. Taking what you want. You’re a damn siren, you know that?”
His mouth joins his fingers again, and he keeps licking at my pussy, working me up with his tongue as he pumps one finger slowly in and out of me. When he adds a second finger, I cry out breathlessly. The stretch is there just like it was last night, but it doesn’t burn as much as it did before. Maybe I’m getting used to it.
