Then I do it again.
He groans and curses in Italian. A hand lands on my shoulder and gives me an appreciative squeeze.
It’s not good enough. I want to hear the words.
The next time I take him all the way in, I add a swirl of my tongue and suck in my cheeks.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “Peaches, you’re taking it so well.”
There’s a burst of satisfaction in my chest followed by a pang between my legs. It shocks me. He just made me come minutes earlier, but when I squeeze my thighs together, I can feel my pussy’s getting even more wet.
I think I’m finally getting the hang of it when he pulls my mouth off his cock, his fist in my hair. A wave of disappointment crashes through me. What did I do wrong?
But when I look up, he doesn’t seem unimpressed. Not at all. He’s panting, trying to catch his breath, his eyes flicking to my lips even as it seems he wants to keep them fixed on the wall behind me.
“Why did you stop me?” I demand.
He lifts me off the floor by the waist and makes me stand between his legs. “Because I was about to come in your mouth, and I’m saving that for when I’m deep inside your tight little cunt.”
The lust in his eyes mirrors my own. Rough hands drag over my aching breasts before he drops them to cup my ass. “Straddle my thigh and show me just how badly you want me to fuck you,” he says harshly. He moves me again, putting one of my legs on the other side of his own, and then pushing me down.
I gasp when my swollen pussy makes contact with the fabric of his slacks. Everything is still so sensitive, and even the soft wool feels like too much. But when I move to rise, Ras won’t let me. He places one palm firmly on my thigh, grips my chin, and forces me to meet his eyes.
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No.”
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Too bad. All you’re getting for now is this. So rub that sloppy cunt on me. Show me how you get yourself off.”
A gush of liquid trickles out of me, right onto his leg. My cheeks turn hot. “I’m going to make a mess.”
He takes my wrists and clasps them with one hand behind my back. My back arches, displaying my breasts to him.
He darts out his tongue and licks a circle around one nipple. “Yeah, you are. I want to be drowning in your juices, Peaches. When I think you’ve made a big enough mess, then I’ll fuck you.”
He sucks the other nipple into his mouth and scrapes his teeth over it.
I gasp at the sensation. My hips start moving on their own, my wet pussy rubbing back and forth against his leg.
His grip on my wrists doesn’t let up. “That’s it. Good fucking girl. Keep going.”
His praise sends me soaring. My hair falls into my face. I don’t know who I am. I’m not Gemma. I’m a wanton, greedy thing, ready to do anything this man tells me to.
I chase my high, feeling it just out of reach. My breasts bounce as I hump his thigh, and drops of sweat slide down my spine. My legs ache from the effort, but I still keep going.
Ras’s gaze never leaves me. “God, I wish there was a mirror here so that you could see yourself,” he says. “So fucking desperate for it. Let that wet cunt leak all over me.”
My pussy clenches. God, I’m so close.
“You’re fucking perfect, Peaches. You’re doing such a good job.”
A wave of heat cascades over me. “Am I?” I pant, needing more of his praise.
“Of course, you are. Look at you, working so hard. You’re making a mess, baby. It’s seeping through the fabric. I can’t wait to put my cock inside that pussy. You’re going to take it so well, aren’t you?”
“Oh God,” I moan, nearly at the point of no return.
And then it stops. Ras lifts me off him, depriving me of that exquisite pleasure.
It’s agony. I let out a sob. “What are you—”
He presses a kiss to my lips and grabs my nape. “Look,” he growls, forcing me to look down.
There’s a big, wet, milky puddle on his thigh.
I should be embarrassed. Instead, all I can think about is how badly I want that thick cock inside of me.
The arousal in his gaze flickers. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”
I barely think about it before I say, “I’ll deal with it later.” There’s no way we’re stopping now.
He seems to be of the same opinion because he only gives me a terse nod, and then he’s finally taking off his pants, grabbing my ass, and helping me straddle him on the bed.
He kisses me, pulling on my bottom lip. “Put my cock in you. Since you did such a good job, I’ll let you set the pace.”
I wrap my palm around his hard length and position it against my dripping entrance. Maybe I should be nervous right about now, but all I can think about is getting that orgasm he just stole from me.
That’s probably what he wanted, I realize. To get me so turned on that any worrying about possible pain would be an afterthought.
I lower myself onto him. Inch by inch, he disappears inside of me until there’s some resistance. I halt, breathing deeply as I get adjusted to his size. His hold on my hips is firm. He’s tense all over.
Our eyes lock. He’s hardly breathing. I think it’s taking all of his control to stay still.
“I just have to do it, don’t I?”
He kisses me. Licks my bottom lip. “You can handle it.”
I grasp his shoulders and impale myself onto him in one fell swoop.
Ras hisses while I gasp. The pain is sharp, but it only lasts a moment. I suck in air, my muscles trembling, and my heart pounding inside my chest.
“Peaches, you all right?”
“Fine,” I squeeze out, pressing my face into the crook of his neck.
His hands rub circles over my lower back. “Try to relax. You’re clamping around me.”
I slow my breathing and concentrate on getting my muscles to soften.
Seconds pass. The pain is nearly gone, flashing only at the edges, so I make a tentative rock with my hips.
Ras moans. “Fuck.” He makes a shallow thrust, meeting my next movement. I gasp and find a rhythm that works for me, riding him with more and more confidence.
I’m so full, but it’s good. So damn good.
Ras kisses me and then pulls back, looking down between us. “Cazzo,” he mutters as he watches his cock disappear inside my tight hole. “That’s my fucking girl.”
He grabs me by the ass, and I have the sense to wrap my legs around him right as he stands up. The move is so smooth, it’s like I weigh nothing.
We cross the room. He presses my back against the floor-to-ceiling window and slams into me, not holding back this time. I glance over my shoulder and feel a frisson of fear mix with the frenzied pleasure.
The glass is tinted enough so that no one can see inside, but I can definitely see out.
The city sprawls below me. We’re on the sixty-second floor.
Ras’s teeth clamp down on the side of my throat. From the way his rhythm is becoming broken, I think he’s getting close.
Then he shifts his grip on my hips, hits a new spot just right, and the flame inside me roars.
“I’m close,” I whine. “I’m so close.” My eyes flutter shut as I hurl toward oblivion.