Page 89 of Ride or Die

A soft smile ghosts her lips and I feel her body relax.

I watch her as I skate a finger over her sex, slipping between her pussy lips and basking in just how pink and slick she is. She shudders when I graze her swollen clit, and I grin at the sounds she’s trying to stifle. When I bring my finger to my lips and suck, her mouth falls open and I think she stops breathing.

“Fuck, Clara,” I grit out, groaning around my finger at the taste of her. “You are a goddamn dream.” Leaning in closer, I stare into her hooded eyes and breathe a hot, low breath across her pussy.

She whimpers, clamping down on her bottom lip.

“May I?”

She nods so quickly, frantic, and I smile, winking slowly at her as I stick my tongue out flat, licking a slow, determined stripe up her slit before closing my mouth around her clit and kissing it like I kissed her beautiful mouth moments ago.

“Oh…” Clara huffs out, her hand immediately latching onto the back of my head, fingers tearing through my hair.

I groan when her nails scratch my scalp, the sting combined with her taste nearly sending me over the proverbial edge. Tucking my arm under her thigh, I hold her open while I lavish her clit with my tongue, watching her eyes roll backwards.

“Holyshitcole,” Clara murmurs, her words all strung together, voice strangled as if it’s stuck in the back of her throat.Her hips lift off the bed, seeking more, and I smile around her clit, reaching up and finding her other hand, linking my fingers with hers to give her something to hold onto.

With my free hand, I scissor her pussy open to me, stickin’ my tongue out and lickin’ her up and down with long, slow, teasing licks. Her body writhes, pink painting her skin, tits heaving with heavy racking breaths, face flushed, every limb trembling. And fuck, if I could live right here in this moment for the rest of my life, I’d leave this earth a happy fuckin’ man. She loves it—like I knew she would—but the fact that I’m the only person to show her this kind of pleasure; I’m one smug son of a bitch.

Clara’s thighs start to twitch, and I know she’s right there, balancing on the proverbial edge. Watching her, I flick her clit with my tongue, over and over, reveling in the way her body bucks, her belly constricts with her panting breaths. I wrap my lips around the bud and with just the right amount of pressure I suck.

“Oh!” She cries out and I reach my hand up and gently cover her mouth, never once letting up on her clit.

She groans against my palm and I shove a couple of fingers into her mouth while I work her through her orgasm, wringing her body of every last ounce of pleasure. I ease off her clit with gentle licks and kisses, her whole body quaking with aftershocks until finally she sags into the mattress, utterly spent.

Pushing up onto my hands, I look down at Clara, flashing her a smirk when her droopy, heavy-lidded eyes find mine. “You were loud, baby,” I whisper with a low chuckle.

Her eyes flare with panic as she pants for breath. “Too loud?”

“Not loud enough, in my opinion.” I shrug a shoulder, winking. “Next time I get you in the back of my truck, you can be as loud as you wanna be beneath the stars, but let’s not try to wake the kids,” I add with a menacing grin. Ducking down, Ipress a soft, lingering kiss to the scar she was so worried of me seeing, etched into her soft skin, just above her pussy mound. Staring into her eyes, I murmur, “Because I need to be inside you right fuckin’ now, darlin.”

Clara clamps her bottom lip between her teeth, the hint of a smile lighting up her pretty eyes as she watches me while I heave myself back up to my feet, standing at the end of the bed and shoving down my jeans. As I loop my fingers into the waistband of my briefs, I watch her intently, arching a brow as I push them down, my heavy cock springing free and causing her mouth to fall open, her eyes blowing out wide as they look from me to my dick and back again.

“B-bedazzled,” is all she says, her throat tight and pitchy, the word stammered and barely audible.

“Yep.” I sniff a laugh, tamping down my grin while I stroke my length, feeling the hard, cool metal of each barbell coast under my palm with every pass.

“I’ve n-never…” Clara’s words fade, her gaze meeting mine.

“I know, baby.”

“Will it—” Her throat bobs with a heavy swallow. “Hurt?”

I try not to laugh out loud at that, clearing the bubble of laughter from my throat and shaking my head. “Nah, baby. It ain’t gonna hurt. Trust me.”

With her eyes zeroing in on the tip of my dick, where the silver ring almost sparkles beneath the dull glow of the lamp, her tongue glides over her bottom lip before her teeth clamp down on it once more.

“Like what you see, darlin’?” I gruff.

She offers me a tentative look that laced with the kind of doubt I don’t like. “It’s… big.”

“I know.” I nod once, trying not to smirk like a cocky asshole because frankly, it is big.

A shy smile causes her lips to twitch and fuck me, it’s just about my undoing.

I give my dick a squeeze, begging the big guy to behave himself as pre-cum leaks from the tip and my balls hitch up tight ready to release at any second. I stifle a groan, teeth gritted. “I’m not gonna last long, baby,” I huff out, shaking my head. “But the look in those pretty eyes of yours really ain’t helpin’ matters,” I warn half-heartedly.

“S-sorry, I—” Clara presses her lips together, swallowing hard again, and fuck she is beautiful and adorable, and every fuckin’ thing in between.