Wild Embrace (Wilder Irish #11) - Mari Carr Page 0,50

licking her first dick.

She’d always thought blowjobs were for the guy, something a girl did for a man she cared about. Which was why Darcy had never done this before.

What she hadn’t expected was to be so completely turned on herself. She stroked him with the flat of her tongue, up and down, as he’d said, several times before she got bolder. Ryder groaned when she twirled the tip of her tongue around the head of his dick, stroking it across the small slit, tasting his precum.

Ryder’s hands, which had rested on the couch cushion, flew up at her action, gripping her face between his large palms. “Do that again,” he said gruffly.

She repeated the movement, twirling around three times before adding the stroke that seemed to have the same effect as him curling his fingers inside her pussy and finding her G-spot.

Ryder’s fingers found their way into her hair and he used his grip there to guide her mouth lower. “Take me in your mouth.”

He didn’t have to ask twice.

Hell, he hadn’t had to ask the first time. It had taken a great deal of self-control to hold back, to wait for his commands.

Ryder was well-endowed, filling her mouth in a way that was almost uncomfortable.

“Relax,” he said, his voice softer as he stroked the side of her face. “You can do this. Take more.”

She shifted, but before she could follow his directive, he gripped the back of her neck and pressed her downward, the head of his cock brushing the back of her throat.

“Jesus,” he murmured to himself. “So long. It’s…just…been…so…”

His heartbreaking words, the almost reverent tone, triggered something inside her. Her love for him was never in question, but she was shocked to discover how much more of her heart was still left for him to claim. Every moment she spent with him, she found herself losing more and more of it to him.

“Grip the base of my dick,” he said. “Wrap your hand around it tightly.”

Once again, she did as he said. With the addition of his hand and his cock buried deep in her mouth, she began to move in earnest.

Well, Ryder began to move her in earnest, was actually probably a more accurate statement. He resumed his grip in her hair and he used it to move her up and down along his hard flesh, taking her mouth.

Darcy tried to increase the speed, tried to take him deeper, but he was driving the car, holding the reins, and even though he was clearly enthralled by the blowjob and quickly approaching his climax, Ryder wasn’t letting go, wasn’t losing control.

In a last-ditch attempt, she reached lower, cupping his balls with her free hand.

Ryder hissed, his fists closing tighter around her hair, pulling it until her scalp stung. The slight twinge of pain sent electrical sparks through her body, her pussy clenching, empty, needy.

If she’d been able to speak, she would have snapped at him, would have demanded that he fuck her mouth the way she knew he wanted to. He was still holding back—and she hated it.

She closed her hand around his balls, trying to force his hand, searching for some way to make him as mindless as he always managed to make her.

Her attempts failed when he pushed her face away, his dick escaping her mouth with a pop. His eyes were blazing.

“Ryder—” she started.

“Not a word.”

He shifted then, pressing on her shoulders until she lay on her back on the floor. He lifted her skirt and shoved the lace of her panties aside. With one stroke of his fingers along her slit, he got the answer to his unspoken question. She was wet. Ready.

Placing the head of his cock at her entrance, he paused. “Pill this morning?”

She’d only managed to nod her head once before he slammed inside, one long, hard, brutal stroke.

Darcy winced, even as she felt the first twinges of her orgasm start to fire.

He took her roughly, quickly. The office floor, with its thin carpet, was hard against her back, but she didn’t care.

“Trying to take control?” he asked gruffly as he continued to pound inside her.

She shook her head, even though it was a lie. That was exactly what she’d tried to do. However, speech was beyond her as her inner muscles began to clench, white spots blinding her when her orgasm struck.

Ryder gritted his teeth. “Fuck. Dammit, Darcy.” Her climax triggered his, and he came inside her, both of them gasping and groaning quietly, still aware of their