He hadn't even f****d me yet but I was shaking.
"Fuck... Ryder!!" I cried out, voice wrecked and breathless.
I wanted to grab something, his hair, the sheets, the goddamn sky, anything at all as his tongue pushed deeper into my dripping p***y, working inside me with such precision as if it was the only water on earth, he put his tongue inside wet muscle thrusting in slow, teasing strokes that made my toes curl so hard they cramped.
But I couldn't grab anything.
I was tied.
Arms bound above me, legs spread wide, every limb useless but trembling. All I could do was lie there, squirming and writhing while he feasted on me.
And f**k, was he taking his time.
He wasn't just eating me out—he was devouring me, slow and mean, like he had all night to torture me with pleasure.
