Page 8 of Claiming What's His
“That’s right, Little Doll. Remember who this sweet pussy belongs to.”
My mouth meets the swollen bud and I nibble it gently, teasing her with featherlike sucks, luring a moan from those lips.
“Oh my god, Ryder. Don’t stop.”
I don’t plan on it but I don’t tell her that. I just keep enjoying my meal.
She opens wide, wanting the pleasure, begging for it with her body. She grinds her pussy into my tongue and I feel her juices on my cheeks. I tongue her tight little hole, lapping up every drop of her wetness.
“Fuck me, Ryder. Please,” she begs.
I shake my head no as I circle her entrance and I know she sees me in the mirrors on the ceiling. A thrill runs through me. I fucking love how open-minded she is.
She moans her pleasure, her legs shaking. I move back to her clit, focusing on making her cum. I slide my thumb in her pussy, circling it and moving it slowly in and out of her.
“Ohhh,fuck,Ryder. I’m coming. Don’t stop.”
Creamy liquid squeezes out around my thumb, and I remove it, making sure to lick up every last drop of her. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Little Doll.”
She sits up, resting on her elbows and I pull her dress down as she reaches for my hand. I pull her up and she fixes the back of her dress. “My panties?” she asks, holding her hand out for them.
“They’re mine now.”
She smacks my arm. “Ryder!” I can’t help the Cheshire grin that appears and she returns it. “Who knew you were such a creep,” she jokes.
“Oh, you have no idea, Little Doll.” I wink at her and she blushes. We move to sit on the sofa and that shy demeanor washes over her again. “Have you ever had someone eat your pussy?”
“Only once,” she admits, “But not like that.”
“Well, I’m glad you liked it.” I lean back and place my hand on the small of her back, caressing her with my thumb. The same thumb that was just inside her pussy.
“Who said I did?” she asks playfully, turning to look at me.
“Oh, you’ve got jokes?” I laugh. She’s so fucking cute.
“I do,” she replies, leaning back to rest her head on my shoulder.
I lift my arm and tuck her into the space there. Right where she belongs. She’s mine. Forever.
“So, you are going to claim me?” she asks, playing with her hands and avoiding eye contact.
“Look at me,” I order and her eyes flash to mine, which I can’t help but love.
Something stirs inside me at her obedience and I know I’ve been missing out. On her.
“I am going to claim you because I’ve wanted you for a while. Not just to fuck and definitely not as friends. I have been obsessed with you. Like a mad man. Following. Watching. Wanting to touch you and admire and possess you.”
Her gaze never leaves mine. “I want that, too,” she admits.
“Good, Little Doll. That’s good. No matter what happens tonight, know that this is what it takes to be mine.”
“Okay. I can handle whatever it is because I have wanted to be yours for so long. Maybe not in this way, whateverthisis, but yours, nonetheless. You’re the only man I want, the only man I will ever want.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t do this sooner,” I say before leaning in to kiss her.
She straddles my lap. “You should have.”
There’s a fire in that whiskey gaze, and it ignites something in me too. I will gladly let her incinerate me with them.