Page 133 of The Path to Loving Him
“I already fucked you this weekend,” he says. “Might as well round it out.” He presses my knees farther apart and brings ice cream between my legs. “I’ve been craving this cunt ever since it was offered up for dessert.”
He drips some of the melted ice cream across my slit, then sets the bowl down. The cold liquid shocks me, only for his warm tongue to lap it up and create such a different sensation that I groan in pleasure.
He pauses and looks up at me from between my legs. “Fucking quiet, Gabby. Mac is sleeping upstairs.”
“S-sorry,” I say.
He scoops up some more ice cream, holds it on his tongue, swallows, and then goes back to flicking his tongue across my clit. The coldness of his tongue lights me up and causes the burning need I have for him to grow even stronger.
My head falls back as I allow this man to pleasure me. I commit this feeling to memory, the way he so easily possesses me because I know there will never be anyone else like him. No one will be able to make my stomach coil like him. No one will ever be able to make my heart stutter and pound the way he does. And no one will ever be able to give me the kind of pleasure that one single flick of his tongue gives me.
“You taste fucking phenomenal,” he says as he brings two fingers to my entrance and slowly pushes them in. “This pussy is so greedy, I can feel you sucking me in. You wanted this.”
“All weekend,” I say, desperation in my voice.
“Should have asked for it.”
“Rules, Ryland.”
He pauses for a moment and looks up at me from between my legs. “Well, fuck rules right now.” And then he lowers his mouth back down, and with his lips, he sucks on my clit, causing my hips to buck.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Yes, Ryland, right there. Oh my God, yes.”
He curls his fingers up inside me, pumping in and out of me so hard that I start to build faster and stronger than ever.
“Christ,” I say, my head falling back again. “I’m going to come hard.”
“Good,” he says as he goes back to flicking his tongue in fast, rapid strokes, working harder than any vibrator I could ever use.
He builds me up, driving so much heat into the pool of my stomach that my legs start to tremble.
Everything around us fades away, and the pleasure gathers at the base of my spine, ready to tip, ready to burst.
“Fuck, oh God, Ryland . . . fuck, right . . . there,” I whisper just as his fingers curve up and hit me in the right spot, tipping me over the edge.
A flood of warmth spreads through me as warm liquid drips down my center.
“God,” I say as I open my eyes, slowly floating down from the high he just sent me on. That’s when I feel him lapping at my legs. When he’s done and he looks me in the eyes, he looks positively feral. “What?”
“You fucking squirted, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he says as he stands and pulls his dick out of his shorts. With his hand covered in my arousal, he uses it as lube as he tugs on his incredibly hard cock. “Play with your tits.”
Still trying to comprehend what he said, I sit up and undo my bra, letting it fall down my stomach before tossing it to the side.
“Best fucking dessert,” he says right before licking his lips and pressing one hand to my knee as he leans forward. “Play with your tits, Gabby. Don’t make me ask again.”
My hands smooth over my hard nipples, and I palm my breasts, pressing them together. Watching Ryland the entire time, I love how the veins in his neck tighten, how his eyes stay fixated on me, and how even though his shirt is still on, I can see his chest muscles flex as he squeezes his length.
“Pinch your nipples, Gabby.” I do as I’m told and roll my nipples between my fingers, pinching them and tugging on them just enough to make him go crazy.
“Want inside me?” I ask, spreading my legs for him.
He shakes his head. “I’ll hurt your legs. But I’m coming on that cunt.” He brings two fingers between my legs, swipes at my arousal, and sucks them into his mouth. His eyes roll in the back of his head as he pumps his length even harder. “Lean back.”
I lean my hands behind me, tilt my chest up for him, and then observe.
I watch as his body stiffens.
As his balls grow tight beneath his frantic hand.
