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Curling my hand into his shoulder, his smooth skin beckons me to feel him all over, but I resist, needing to play this little game to the end.
I slide my hand up his thigh, and Ryan takes his away, letting me explore on my own. Inching closer to the bulge in his sweatpants, I lean my forehead against his, and feel him tense up.
I know he’s close to losing his composure, and I know how much he likes to be in control.
I’ve got him exactly where I want him.
Gripping him through his pants, Ryan lets out a low groan, and I run my hand up and down his entire length–his body jerking at my touch.
I grip his shoulder tighter, my nails biting into his skin, and I lower my lips a fraction of inch, just tempting him to give in.
Squeezing him a little harder, I rake my blood red nails down his chest, and feel his reaction in my hand, his cock twitching against my palm. I smile slyly, biting my lip.
Groaning, Ryan inhales a deep breath through his nose.
“Ryan,” I whisper, my breath spreading across his lips.
“I need you, sweetheart.”
Squeezing him again, I almost give in, but find the strength to hold back. “I know,” I whisper, my bottom lip grazing his lightly.
Sitting back down, I pour myself another glass of wine and smile at the confused look on his face. “I win, sheriff.”
“Ashley,” he says sternly, a warning of some kind.
“Yes?” I ask sweetly.
“Don’t play me.”
“You started it, and I finished it. I was just showing you that you shouldn’t underestimate me.”
Taking the glass from my hand, he puts it on the table and grips me behind the knee, turning me towards him.
“I don’t underestimate you,” he says, pushing me back onto the rug and hovering over me, spreading my legs to make room for him. “You destroy me with your touch just as much as mine does to you.”
“Don’t tell me how I feel,” I say, narrowing my eyes.
“You can’t deny it, sweetheart. I feel it, and see it.” Running his hand up my thigh, it disappears under my sweater and up my stomach. I sigh when he traces the sensitive flesh under my breast, circling his finger around my nipple. “I see the look in your eyes when I touch you. I feel your heart racing. And I feel”–he reaches between my legs with his other hand, sliding his finger through my folds–“how wet you are for me. More than you’ve ever been for anyone.”
Stifling a moan, I bite my lip, but keep my eyes on his.
He’s right, and he knows it.
“I’ll always win in the end, sweetheart. Because I’m the only one who can dothisto you.” Shoving two fingers inside of me, I groan out, my hands clawing at the rug, trying to grip onto something, anything.
“Isn’t that right?” He growls.
“Yes,” I manage to choke out before his mouth slams down on mine in a bruising, possessive kiss.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him tighter against me, his lips molding to mine like they were made just for me.
Pumping his fingers in and out of me, a storm quickly builds, but he doesn’t let me move my hips to get more. I bite his lip, trying to tell him I need more. And it works.
Groaning, he adds a third finger, and my head falls back onto the floor, knowing the end is coming quickly.
He curls his fingers inside of me, and presses down on my clit with his thumb, pushing me past my limit.
Kissing me harder, Ryan swallows every sound I make as my body squeezes his fingers like a vice, practically sucking them up inside of me.
