Page 47 of Ruin Me Sweetly

The floor was cold. She shouldn’t be down there. I was about to reach for her when she released me and raised her head. Those blue eyes pinned me to the spot, steam rising faintly between us. Her mouth opened, lips closing around the tip of my cock.

Fingers curled around the backs of my thighs before travelling up to grip my ass cheeks. Her lips released me, only to inch back down my length, pulling me forward as she went.

Her soft, wet mouth began to close around my dick, and I finally grabbed her head.

“Isabella,” I moaned, pulling free as she tilted her head up and opened wider. “Fuck. Woman. You will be the death of me.”

I pulled her head down onto my cock as I thrust my hips forward, piercing the back of her throat until her tight, clenching oesophagus caught around the blunt head. It only took a few thrusts before tears and saliva ruined her face, mixing with the last of the water still clinging to my skin.

It wasn’t long before she was taking most of me. Thick, sticky strands of spit kept us connected before she went for more. My cock glistened wet now, and not from the shower. She swooped down, swallowing me whole, holding herself there and letting me feel her insides rippling around me.

I had to pull away before she made me cum down her throat. I also felt a little light-headed, though I’d never admit to that. I leaned down and helped her to her feet.

“I absolutely fucking love you,” I growled, gripping the back of her neck and swooping down to taste myself on her lips.

My other hand slipped down her back until I rested it over her ass cheek, pressing her closer as I enjoyed the feel of her wet mouth. She arched her back and pressed harder against my wet body, kissing me back with a hunger matching my own. My cock rested against her belly as she began to grind on it.

“Bedroom,” I rasped.

She pulled away, turned, and simply skipped out of the bathroom.

I watched the hem of her nightie jump up and down, giving me a flash of her cheeks as she went on her merry way. Her hair swayed just above it, until she bounced out of sight.

My hand landed over my heart as I rubbed the sudden ache. Sadie was the best thing that ever happened to me, because now I knew what real love actually felt like.

Isabella’s love would never become transactional, and without her, I would have no family left to care for. Tonight, she was showing me her love, and it was everything.

“I’m starting without you,” she shouted.

My legs moved before my brain caught up.

“I don’t think so,” I said, coming to stand beside the bed.

She shoved the silk and lace to one side, pushing her hand between her thighs.

No knickers.

Noted.

I dove onto the bed, ignoring her scream and the laughter that followed it. I dragged the silk over her belly. Our baby had yet to make an appearance, but I loved knowing he or she was in there.

“Daddy loves you so much,” I whispered, before kissing her abdomen.

Those soft kisses trailed around the faded stretch marks left from when she carried Amber.

She sighed, running her fingers through my wet hair. I crawled over her, holding my weight on my palms.

“Starting without me. How dare you,” I murmured.

“You know I sleep much better after an orgasm,” she said, pouting. “If I’m well rested, it’s good for the baby.”

There was some logic in her words.

I homed in on her nipples, poking through the sheer lace.

“How do you find such sexy little numbers?” I asked, peeling her straps down her shoulders and baring her breasts.

“Online, but your card helps.”