Page 57 of Ruthless Game

“I’m about to come, baby, and when I do, I want you to swallow it all down, okay?”

My perfect girl moaned around my cock again, and I took that as an okay. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

“Emma, god, Emma,” I groaned as everything that had been building up burst out of me and I came in a rush down her throat. As she swallowed around me, I knew there was nowhere I’d rather be than here, with her. That there was no one else I’d ever want to do this with, but her.

Because I’d been waiting for her.

Forever.

And now that I had her back, I was never, ever, letting her go.

20

Lawson

The room was quiet as Emma and I recovered, the only sounds were the hum of the air conditioner and our breathing. I wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, or why getting her mouth on me had changed so much.

No, that was bullshit. I did know why. It was the first time Emma and I had shared a first, and it had linked us in a way I couldn’t have foreseen.

And on top of that …

… On top of that.

She’d never done it before.

“All that time, all that dating, and you never sucked someone’s cock?” I asked, almost incredulous.

She looked away from me. We hadn’t moved from our positions, and I was still sitting, legs wide open, on the edge of the bed, and she was kneeling on the floor between them. That wouldn’t do. God knew what the bare wood floor had done to her knees.

Grabbing her by her upper arms, I lifted her onto my lap, depositing her sideways and stroking her hair out of her face. She moved around on my lap.

“What’s wrong?”

“‘You aren’t going to be able to sit for a month,’ remember?” she said dryly.

“Ah, yeah.” I should maybe feel a little bad about that.

“Anyway.” She picked up the previous part of the conversation. “Not all of us are comfortable fucking whoever we want to fuck,” she said, and even though it was supposed to be an insult, it sounded like jealousy.

Feeling softer toward her than I had in a long time—after all, she’d just given me one hell of an orgasm—I admitted, “I’ve never done that with anyone, either. It was my first time, too.”

She blinked.

Then blinked again.

A light filled her eyes.

“Not once?”

“Not once.”

“Not ever?”

I smiled wryly.

“Not ever.”

She bit her lip, then released it to ask, “Not even the night of that party?”