Page 86 of Ruthless Dream

Another little noise leaves her, her thighs rubbing together. Her cunt must be aching.

“Just like that, princess,” I praise. Spit gathers at the corners of her mouth, and I force myself down her throat, her nose pressing against my pelvis. “You know what to do,” I tell her, my spine stiffening.

She swallows everything like the good girl that she is. I release her hair, falling back onto the bed. Adeline doesn’t have to be ordered. She knows it’s her responsibility to clean me off with her tongue.

When she’s finished, she crawls up my body, her knees on either side of me as she hugs me.

Her head lies on my chest, but I feel her gaze.

“Get off me.” I lift up, dumping her body to the side. A tiny look of betrayal flits across her face. “I’m not letting you ruin my clothes.”

I strip the plaid pajama pants off her and cup her pussy through her underwear.

“You’re completely fucking soaked through. What were you going to do? Rub a wet patch all over me.”

Her hips jerk, trying to rub herself against my hand. I stand over her, watching, an amused smile on my lips as I let her do the work.

“Please,” she whispers. She knows we don’t have much time. The thirty minutes her sister advised us of is almost over.

“Why should I?” I ask, hovering over her. “Punishment for worrying me so much.”

She frowns. “Getting sick wasn’t my fault.”

“Barely texting me when you got better was.”

She grinds herself on my palm, trying to ride it. I retract my hand, and her mouth tumbles open, betrayed all over again.

“Ciaran!”

I place an arm across her waist, pinning her down.

“Don’t be mean!” she whines.

“Me?”

She struggles under my hold.

“Beg me, princess.”

“Ciaran. . .”

I want my mouth on her, but she’s messy, and we don’t have much time. There’s a squelching noise when I pull her underwear to the side and spear two fingers into her pussy. Her walls clamp around me, spurring me on. I scissor my fingers, kissing her quiet, while my thumb traces her clit.

She clenches around me, her body tightening. And that’s when her phone lights up in the pitch black room.

Lennie: I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing but dinner is ready.

CHAPTER 21

Adeline

Silverware clinks.

That’s it. That’s all. Because my family is currently sitting in complete and utter silence as we eat.

It’s never this quiet in my house. It’s Mom and Dad bickering in dueling languages. It’s Nat talking about women’s rights. It’s Lennie off somewhere reading.

Which admittedly doesn’t fit the other examples, but my older sister is currently eating with us. I was surprised but touched when she crept down to the dining room.