Page 58 of Moros

“No control.” She replied.

“You’re supposed to give up your control in your man’s arms, in his bed.”

“You’re not my man.”

I smirked.

“Facts.” I straightened my spine. “What else scares you.”

“I’ve never been—um, tied up before.”

“Let me put your mind at ease.” I slowly stood to remove my pants and discarding it.

I kept my boxers on—just in case.

Not just in case—I kept that part of my body hidden for when she decided to change her mind.

When the thought of being taken by a monster finally kicked in stronger than the pleasure, I needed her to have a way out—a way out that wouldn’t leave her with any kind of regrets or worries.

It was easy to help her save her modesty then—to help with the level of embarrassment she would feel.

Ryanne lifted her chin and licked her lips. She shifted against the seat and spread her thighs a little wider to match her ankles.

Slowly, I slipped to my knees, rested my palms to her thighs and leaned down and in.

The first swipe of my tongue had her tasting just like a woman should. She ran hot and tangy against my tongue before I sucked her clit into my mouth.

“Khadri.” She moaned, her legs trembling.

Taking that as permission, I swiped my tongue down the length of her, catching more of her in my mouth. As she tugged at her restraints, I held her legs apart, and used my tongue to make her gust into my mouth.

Moaning, I didn’t stop—I didn’t let up.

Her taste was addicting.

Her reaction was like a spark igniting a fire that turned into an explosion. Ryanne screamed my name louder than any woman should have the ability to. She dropped her restrained hands to the back of my head, held my face down and rode her hips up to take my tongue deeper and deeper.

I didn’t fight her.

I only wished I could have used her thighs as earmuffs, for her to control my breathing, taking from me as much as I was willing to give her.

As much as she needed me to give her.

“Again?”

Her only reply was to exhale long and soft before pushing the back of my head down again.

After her second orgasm, I was a drowning man.

My control was slowly slipping away as I licked up her body, stopping to suck on her hips, her stomach, the spot between her large breasts.

Pressing my face between them, I gently closed them against the sides of my face, their soft, fragrant texture holding me like a lullaby.

“Khadri?” Her voice was soft through my daze.

“Do you want to stop?” I dragged my tongue across and stopped just short of her nipple. “All you have to do is say so?—”

“Do you want to stop?” She countered.