Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

I pursed my lips together to stop any profanity filled begging.

I nodded again.

“In that case, obedient Ry, get to work.” Her legs spread even more, a welcome invitation for me to slide forward on my knees and wedge myself against the bed. My cock touched the soft sheets. I pressed hard against it as I grabbed her hips and yanked her pussy to my mouth.

I wasn’t gentle.

She hadn’t told me to be gentle.

The instant her taste exploded on my tongue, I lost it.

Lost it, lost it, lost it.

I fucked her with my tongue.

I bit her clit.

I sucked her flesh.

I stole every wetness she gave me.

I turned wild.

And through it all, she held on with the reins around my neck, jerking me forward if I pulled away, manhandling me to eat her harder, faster, deeper.

“God, yes. Yes!” She writhed on the bed, her legs trembling around my head. “More.”

I growled around her clit. “More what?”

“More tongue!” She yelped as I fucked her as deep as I could with the part of me she demanded.

Her moans almost made me come again.

Jesus. Her taste. Her heat.

It was enough to enslave me for life.

The collar around my throat was apt.

I belonged to her.

Might as well get a bell and a name plaque that listed her as my owner because I never wanted to belong to anyone else.

As her heels jammed onto the mattress, arching her body into my mouth, I added fingers to my tongue and stretched her wide.

Her pussy clenched around my touch so hard, I almost blacked out with need.

“Ryder, hell yes.”

There was nothing calm and collected about this. It was noisy, wet, sexy as fuck, and almost demented at how frenzied we became.

I gave her everything I was.

I licked, fucked, fingered, and rubbed.

And when her inner muscles clenched around me and her whimpers turned to breathless screams, she let go of the leash, yelling, “I’m yours. You’re in charge. Do whatever you want.”

Her reward was ten times better than I imagined.