Page 68 of Deserving Ryleigh
“Harder, sweetheart. You aren’t hurting me. Pinch it harder.”
Tiny felt a spurt of precome on his belly when she did as he requested.
Ryleigh lifted her head and studied her hands as sheplayed with his nipples. It was almost torture for Tiny, but the best kind.
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
She leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest as she brushed her lips against his. But Tiny was too turned on for a chaste kiss. His tongue immediately pressed against the seam of her lips, demanding entry. She opened for him willingly, and he took what she so freely offered.
Had Tiny ever been this turned on by a kiss and a few tweaks of his nipples? No, the answer was definitely no. Ryleigh had him turned inside out, and he didn’t think he’d ever be the same after this.
For a brief second, terror raced through him. If she betrayed him, it would destroy him. He thought he’d been irrevocably changed by Sonja’s actions, but he’d be absolutely gutted if Ryleigh was using him for some reason.
But as soon as the thought registered that Ryleigh might be anything but exactly who he’d learned she was over the last few weeks, it dissipated. He could trust her. Tiny felt that down to his bones. She wouldn’t screw him over. Wouldn’t cheat on him. Would never attempt to kill him in his sleep.
He tore his mouth from hers and found he was having trouble catching his breath. He wanted nothing more than to roll over and take her, eat her out, ease his fingers into her pussy to get her ready for him, but he wanted to make sure she was completely comfortable with his body before he took over.
“Keep going, sweetheart,” he told her.
She looked confused.
“Touch me. All over. Get used to me. See what’s goingto be inside of you. Giving you pleasure. My cock. Because when you’re done exploring, it’s going to bemyturn.”
She blushed, but her eyes flashed with lust as she nodded. Sitting back on her heels, Ryleigh turned her attention back to his chest. Her fingers ran over his skin once again, but this time they didn’t stop at his nipples. Her gaze went down to his toes, then back up, stopping between his legs.
“You’re big,” she said, but Tiny didn’t hear any fear in her voice. Only matter-of-factness.
“I am, but you’re going to be soaking wet for me. You’ll take me without any problem, Ryleigh, I give you my word.”
She nodded, as if that was all the reassurance she needed. Then she was touching him.
It was all Tiny could do not to come all over himself.
Her thumb brushed the tip of his dick, spreading the precome she’d already coaxed out of him over his skin. Then she shocked the shit out of him by touching her tongue to the head.
“Fuck!” Tiny muttered before reaching down and grabbing the base of his cock in a stranglehold.
Ryleigh sat back and lifted her hands to her sides, palms out. “Did that hurt?” she asked.
“No, it felt good. Too good. I almost came right then and there. And getting my load in your face isn’t something you want for your first experience of a man’s orgasm.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yes, really. I’m not a fan of doing that anyway. It’s always seemed degrading to me. I’m sure some women totally love it, but you could actually get an infection fromgetting come in your eyes. At least, I’ve read some porn stars have.”
To his surprise, Ryleigh giggled. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound good. But I was actually wondering if you really were about to come. Just from me licking you.”
Tiny groaned again. This woman was going to unman him. “Yeah, hon, just from that. You have no idea how sexy you are right now. Kneeling at my side, eyes devouring me, your tits begging for my mouth and fingers. I can even smell your arousal. So yeah, you touching my cock with your tongue almost made me lose it. What did you think?”
He loved that his dirty words seemed to turn her on even more. She squirmed, and even as he watched, her chest flushed a deeper pink.
“Would it upset you if I said I didn’t love it?” she asked.
“Not at all. Some people enjoy it and others don’t. It doesn’t make any difference to me if you don’t like the taste.”
“Do you?”
“Do I what? Like the taste of your juices? I don’t know. Why don’t you touch yourself, then give me your finger and let me see?” He was pushing her, Tiny knew it, but he couldn’t make himself stop. He wanted to taste her more than he wanted to breathe. Craved it. Cravedher. He wasn’t sure Ryleigh would be brave enough to do as he asked, but he shouldn’t have doubted her.
