Ryan Retribution (New York Ruthless, #3)

by Sadie Kincaid

down Liam’s ear. He chuckles softly. “I’ve missed this hot pussy, Angel. I wish I could spread you wide open and taste you. I want to fuck you real hard because it’s been a fucking lifetime since I’ve been inside you. I want to fuck you like you deserve, but this will have to do for now,”

“Just so we’re clear,” he growls as he reaches down and pulls my tank top up before dipping his head low and planting soft kisses over my stomach. “You own every single part of me, Jessie Ryan, and you always have. I am completely and undeniably yours. But I’m done talking, sweetheart. We always seem to screw everything up when we talk. So, I just want to fuck you until the sun comes up tomorrow. Okay?”

“The only words I want to hear from you are, ‘oh. God. Fuck. Me. Shane.’ Any combination, in any order will do fine,” he winks at me again before his head disappears between my thighs and he swirls his tongue over my clit before moving lower and pushing it inside me. “Oh, fuck! Shane!” I groan loudly as the warmth rolls through my abdomen. “Good girl.” He lifts his head and chuckles, and the sound vibrates through my whole body.

“Those three words,” he breathes, and my racing heart stops beating. Please don’t fuck this up after what we just did, Shane! He brushes his fingertips over my cheeks. “They don’t feel like enough. For this. For you.” “But they are.” “Then I love you, Jessie Ryan,” he whispers.

“I am okay with it. I will be. It’s just that she’s so damn beautiful and elegant — like this graceful swan, while I’m a…" I trail off, unsure of what I am compared to her. “You’re a what?” he arches one eyebrow at me. “A penguin!” I offer. Shane presses his lips together as he tries to stop himself from laughing, but it has certainly diffused the tension between us. “What kind of penguin?” he eventually asks with a frown. “I don’t know. One of those little dumpy ones you see in the zoo.” “I happen to think they’re adorable,” he laughs openly now. “It’s not funny, Shane,” I make a feeble protest. “I’m trying to explain how she makes me feel.” He sucks the air through his teeth as he stares down at me. “I have touched, kissed and tasted every part of your body, Jessie. I can hardly keep my hands off you. You’ve got my cock weeping to get inside you here, sweetheart. Whether you think of yourself as a swan, a penguin or a fucking pigeon, do you honestly believe that I don’t worship every single inch of you? I want you so fucking much.” He growls out the last words, and I feel them deep in my core.

“Oh, God,” I moan loudly. “No, just me, sweetheart,” Shane whispers in my ear as he pushes his hips forward until he is buried inside me.

Sam Smith’s Like I Can

“Pie now. Pussy later!” Mikey declares, causing everyone at the table to start laughing,