Page 169 of 10 Rings I Hate About You
I loved her.
She rolled her eyes. “One of these days, you’re going to finish in my mouth.”
“I’ll finish in your mouth, between your beautiful tits, and every other place I want to mark you as mine, but only after I come inside you first.”
I stripped her slowly, not out of patience—I had none left—but because I couldn’t stop touching her. And every time I uncovered more of her, I had to stop and look. Had to commit it to memory. When she was completely bare, she grinned, bright and full of confidence, and took off running into my bedroom.
I stood in the hallway for exactly one second, watching her go, and the thought swirled through my head: She was all mine.And I’d spend every day that she let me proving to her how unworthy I was of that.
She made it to the bed before I did and sprawled across it as if she owned it—which I was beginning to understand she sort of did. Her jet black hair with purple tips fanned across the pillow. I stopped at the foot of the bed and took her in: every curve, every line, every dip, and roll, and loved the entirety of her body. She watched me, watching her.
“You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”
A soft flush moved over her cheeks before she reached for me, both arms extended. I crawled up the bed toward her.
Her legs parted as I got closer.
I kissed the inside of her knee. Heard the small, sharp breath my action pulled from her. I worked my way up slowly, learning every inch all over again. When I finally reached where she wanted me most, I paused—just for a moment—and admired what was mine. “Even your pussy is pretty.”
Her eyes were dark and her lower lip was caught between her teeth.
“Did sucking my cock make you nice and wet for me?”
“Yes,” Her voice trembled. “I need you inside me, Marc.”
I wanted the same thing. I wanted it enough that it took a conscious effort to slow down. I wanted to give her everything first. I wanted her to lose control, but first I had to make sure she was ready.
I took my time. I knew her well enough by now to know what she liked—I started over again, this time at her ankle, and worked my way up. Made her wait. Until the waiting was what drove her crazy. When I finally gave her what she was asking for, she didn’t stay quiet.
“Marc—”
I blew softly on her clit, and her whole body shuddered.
“Please, Marc.”
I devoted myself to that small bundle of nerves, two fingers sliding into her at the same time, and her walls closed around me immediately, warm and tight.
“If you’d hurry this up,” she managed, a little breathless, “I could be squeezing your cock like this.”
I lifted my head to look at her, stilling my fingers. She gave a frustrated, gorgeous whine. “Maaarc.”
“If you can still talk,” I said, holding her gaze, “then I clearly need to up my game. And if you want to keep complaining—” I grinned. “I can edge you until you stop.”
A pretty pout crossed her lips. Her eyes narrowed. Then she dropped her head back to the pillow, threaded her fingers through my hair, and pushed me closer to where she wanted me.
There was my brat.
I pulled her clit between my lips, sucked, and then licked, circling it. Her back arched off the bed as I began to move my fingers inside her once again. “Play with your nipples,” I demanded, and she complied immediately, and something about that—her trust, her willingness, the way she gave me this part of her—tightened my throat.
Her breathing sped up. The hand holding my hair yanked harder the closer she got. I worked steadily, chasing every response, my fingers curling inside her to find that spot that made her legs shake.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Don’t?—”
“I’ve got you.” I laid my arm across her lower abdomen, keeping her in place.
Her body went taut, trembling, everything tensing at once—and then she let go, a long, low cry as her orgasm rolled through her. Her walls fluttered around my fingers as I drank down her release and thought, with complete clarity:I could do this every day for the rest of my life and die grateful for it.
I slowed my hand as she came back down, then withdrew, and before she could catch her breath, I rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her hips back toward me.
