Page 38 of Ruthless Souls


Font Size:  

I saw his tongue come out again, licking through my folds once more, then he flicked it against my clit before kissing it again.

“Oh God!” I pressed myself against his mouth, needing for it to stay right there. His lips moved, and his tongue slid through my folds again before his tip pushed into me.

Another cry left me, and I reached down to grab a fistful of his hair. He had his right hand wrapped around my thigh, but the other was reaching down between his legs. His arm was moving, and I knew he was rubbing his cock. That only turned me on more, and I moved my hips again, needing his tongue back on my clit.

He flicked against my clit, and I felt the tension inside of me grow. He grunted, then his eyes met mine and I watched the fire in them ignite as the first orgasm came over me.

Fuck, that was quick.

I moaned and threw my head back, pressing his face into me as my legs trembled.

I wasn’t going to survive this. If his tongue already made me feel this way, then I wasn’t sure if I could handle more of him.

My breathing hitched as I slowly came back down to earth, and when I opened my mouth, he was still between my legs, pressing soft kisses to my swollen lips.

“You get off so damn easily, baby. Makes me think you’re not so innocent after all,” he drawled, his face pleased. He knew it was him to make me come this way. I never had an orgasm like this.

“I touch myself sometimes,” I admitted, breathlessly.

He smirked and moved his hand from my thigh to touch my pussy. His other hand was still reaching down and moving.

“And who do you think of when you touch yourself, Remedy?”

He could’ve answered his own question. I was way too transparent. “You.”

He pressed another kiss to my thigh, then used his fingers to slide through my slit before they lingered at my entrance. He looked way too damn pleased with himself.

“And how do you touch yourself? Like this?” he asked, pushing two fingers inside of me.

I shook my head, biting down on my lip. “No.”

He raised a brow. “You never finger-fucked yourself?”

Another shake of my head. “I-I’ve only ever…” I couldn’t speak. Not with his fingers pushing deeper into me.

“Why not?”

I shrugged. I was afraid to touch myself that way. Never figured out why.

He muttered a curse, then pulled out his fingers and reached for my hand. His other hand was back on my thigh, and he placed mine on my pussy, making me curl all my fingers besides my fore and middle one.

“I’ll teach you.”

God, yes. I wanted him to but I was still nervous. I watched him pull my fingers to his mouth and wrap his lips around them. He pressed them down onto his tongue to wet them, then sucked on them before pulling them out again.

My lips were parted, and I wondered if this man could do anything that would not be hot. Everything he did turned me on, and that wouldn’t be good if he went back to ignoring and hating me after this. But I was desperate. And desperate people did stupid things sometimes. Like letting an older man show you how to finger yourself.

Chapter 18

FENDER

Teaching sweet Remedy how to finger herself hadn’t been on my list. When she followed me upstairs, I was mentally preparing myself to push her up against the wall and fuck her, but then I remembered that she was a virgin, and I would only hurt her by slamming my dick inside that tight pussy.

I saw the confusion and hurt in her eyes when she asked about her father, and though I could’ve told her right then what I believed about her father’s death, I couldn’t tell her.

Not before I was one-hundred percent certain that the fucker was still alive. Taking care of her pussy was my priority, and tomorrow, I’d handle club business.

I looked up at her as I placed her two fingers at her entrance. Her palm was pressed against her clit, and without having to instruct her, she slid her fingers inside.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com