Page 80 of Ricochet
“No, no, princess. No!” I pulled her underwear down, taking my cock out, slowly stroking myself. Her eyes were so blue, so brilliant, I could always get lost in them. “You’re mine. You will always be mine, no matter what. We will always be together. Kieran and Ophelia, against the world.”
“Kieran, I’m not—”
I shushed her with another kiss, pulling her lower lip between my teeth. She whimpered as I nestled my cock against her clit, slowly rubbing from her opening to the hood of her pussy.
Pulling the cups of her bra down, I flicked my tongue over one nipple, the little bud hardening beneath my touch. Kneading the other breast, and giving it the same attention, I sank my teeth in her neck, swiftly licking the spot I’d bitten and kissing her sweet spot.
“You like that, baby?”
She kept quiet, but that was okay. I had her. She was mine again, and this time I wasn’t letting her go.
“Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you, Kieran.”
I ignored her pleas, because I knew Ophelia. She always liked to play hard to get, but I knew better. I knew she wanted this as much as I did. She wanted to be here with me, to be devoured by me, and to have everything go back to normal.
I spread her legs further, and slowly sank into her heat, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as all of the nerve endings in my body woke up from the grip she had on my dick. She yelled out, and I pushed deeper, reveling in her sounds.
She was enjoying this, she loved this, and I was the luckiest man on the entire earth.
“No, no, no…”
“Yes, baby, yes. Feel this, feel us.”
“Kieran, please. I’m not—”
“No more talking, Ophelia. Just feel us.” I started moving, in and out. Slowly at first, savoring the moment. This beautiful connection we had.
“I love you, baby.” I sank all the way in, before pulling out. “I love you so fucking much, Phee.”
I moved her hands above her head, holding them there. My girl loved being tied up. She loved being restrained. She was struggling in my hold, trying to pull herself up, but I held her down.
“Tell me you love me, baby.” I buried my face in her hair and whispered in her ear, “Tell me you can’t live without me.”
I increased my pace, her walls clenching around me. I wasn’t going to last long like this, because she was tight. Too tight.
“Tell me, Phee.” I pulled her hair, exposing her neck and started leaving bites there. “Tell me, tell me, tell me.”
“Kieran,” she cried. “It hurts.”
“Enjoy it, baby. We are together again. Together, forever.”
“I can’t.” She started shaking her head, evading my lips.
I released her hair, pinching her nipple between my fingers. A moan escaped from her mouth. See, I knew she loved this.
Pulling her legs up over my shoulders, she opened up more and I started drilling in, my balls slapping against her ass.
“Do you love me, Phee?”
“No, K—”
I slapped her, and placed my hand against her mouth, the other one holding her nose, stopping her intake of breath. Muffled sounds erupted from her, but I kept going, holding her like this.
Pretty little masochist, I didn’t know she had this in her. So compliant, so mine.
“Do you love me?” I released her as a coughing fit erupted from her.
“Tell me!” I roared, and I could feel my balls tightening. “Tell me, Ophelia.”
