Page 10 of The Path to Loving Him
No goddamn way.
So I say, “On your feet, Gabby.”
She pulls her mouth away from my cock just long enough to say, “What?”
“On your feet.”
Taking her hand, I help her up before shucking out of my shoes, socks, jeans, and briefs. Then I walk her over to her bed, feeling her eyes on me the entire time.
“I want you naked.”
Her eyes light up as she reaches for the waist of her jeans and undoes them. She pushes them down to the floor along with her shoes and then stands there in a matching lingerie set, looking so goddamn hot that I can feel my balls tighten from the sight of her.
She pushes me on the bed so I’m sitting up with my feet firmly planted on the ground. Then she turns around and takes a seat on my lap, her thong-covered ass rubbing right up against my cock.
She anchors herself by placing her hand behind my neck and starts rocking over me.
“Jesus,” I whisper as I push her hair to the side and start pressing kisses along her neck and behind her ear.
She moans as I grab her waist, my fingers pressing into her skin.
Indenting.
Making my mark.
“Touch me,” she says as she spreads her legs. “Feel how wet I am, Ryland.”
Experiencing another surge of desire, I drag my hand across her stomach, to the waistband of her thong, and slide two fingers under the delicate fabric and right between her legs.
I let one finger dip along her slit, and when I’m met with her arousal, I groan into her ear.
“Fuck, Gabby, you’re ready for me.”
“So ready,” she says softly as I press my fingers to her clit, causing her legs to spread more.
“You want me here?” I ask, slowly stroking the sensitive nub.
“Badly,” she says.
“Well, I want to fucking taste you.” I swipe my tongue along my fingers.
I’m met with a fucking glorious taste, a taste I haven’t experienced in far too long, and it does something to me.
Turns me into a goddamn animal because before I can stop myself, I pick her up and flip her to her back on the mattress.
“Need more,” I say as I tear her thong off her body. Then I eye her bra and notice the front clasp. I quickly pop it open and let my eyes feast. “You’re so fucking hot.”
So goddamn hot.
She has curves, the kind of curves that I can grip on to and get lost in. With thicker hips, fuller breasts, and strong thighs, she’s a goddamn dream—everything that turns me on.
Everything that makes me hard as fuck.
I hover above her and lower my head to her breasts, where I grip one and pull her nipple right into my mouth.
“Yes,” she cries out as her hand filters through my hair. “Oh my God, yes, Ryland.”
I fucking love it when a girl is responsive to her breasts being played with . . . especially their nipples. I’ve always been a tit man, obsessed with making a woman beg with need from playing with the hard pebbled nubs—sucking on them, plucking at them, and rolling them between my fingers.
