Page 77 of Wallflower

I shake my head, dislodging his palm. “Then do your goddamn job and make me.”

“That fucking mouth,” he snarls, landing a sharp slap to my thigh.

“Harder.” I’m demanding, but who gives a shit. If I’m going to cum, it better be explosive.

He slaps me again, brutally, between the legs. A piercing cry breaks from between my lips.

“That’s it,” he groans, “louder.” He strikes me again in the same spot. The sensation almost tears my vocal cords andcollapses my legs, but he keeps me tight to his chest, fingers finding my needy clit before the wave of pain recedes.

“Faster,” I pant. “Must go faster.”

Ripley’s hips snap, skin slapping against skin as he fucks me ruthlessly. His hand creeps up my neck, tightening just enough to hitch my breath.

Two more quick hits to my swollen nub followed by his dominating touch has the talons of my orgasm sinking in. “Look at me,” he pleads.

My eyes flutter open, head turning to take in his ominously gorgeous features.

“You’re going to win. Kiss me.”

It takes me a minute to register what he’s saying, but it pushes me over the edge when his lips land on mine and he removes the clamps from my nipples. “Let go, my flower.”

So I do.

Screaming against his lips as he rips the most intense, world-rocking orgasm from me.

His grip on my neck loosens as he crushes me to his chest. His rhythm doesn’t falter once as he fucks me through every body-quaking wave of release while finding his own.

Everything slows to a hazy stop as Rip leans over me, undoing the rope around my wrists. He feathers a gentle kiss to my temple as he rubs at the indentations on my skin. “You did so fucking good, flower.” His lips press harder as they travel over my flesh. Down my neck, across my shoulder, and back again. Mouth demanding and hungry as it never leaves my skin, Rip turns me in his hold. His tongue sweeps over my aching nipple and his fingers sink into me. He groans against my chest as he thrusts his cum into me.

“Can you stand?” he asks, slipping his dripping fingers from within me as he stands to his full height.

I nod, wide-eyed as fuck when he slides his fingers between his lips, savouring our flavour.

He must notice my shock and awe because the next thing he asks has me feeling inexperienced and embarrassed.

“You’ve never had someone’s tongue between your legs, have you?”

I slightly shake my head.

“We’ll fix that soon enough.”

I blush and he winks. So innocently cute and dripping with promise.

Ripley swipes up his shorts, retrieving his cell phone from the pocket and silencing the alarm. “Fuck,” he snips to himself as he rushes to put his clothes back on.

“Got somewhere to be?”

“Yes, and if I don’t hurry I’m going to be late.”

“Hot date?” I inquire lightly, trying to hide the nasty emotion twisted in my tone.

“It’s after midnight, who the fuck would I be going to see?” He pulls the shirt over his head then moves quickly to gather up the spilled contents of his paper bag of sex toys.

“You tell me.”

“It’s business.”

“Hmm,” I mumble, moving to the bedside and pulling back the covers.