Owned by B.L Wilde, Jo Matthews

tongue met his heated flesh. We both moaned together, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him all the way into the back of my throat, until my nose pressed flat against his stomach.
    “FUCK YES!” he grunted, reaching down to run his fingers through my hair as I started to move back and forth along his length. Each time I would pull him in, I swallowed around him, and the groans that erupted from his chest were primal.
    It wasn’t long before his fingers were tangled in my hair and he was holding me in place as he fucked my face. I brought my right hand up and started teasing his balls, which only served to excite him more. “God, Baby,” he panted, “everything about you is so fucking perfect.” He paused to thrust a few more times, then continued. “Even your mouth was made to wrap around my cock.”
    “Mmm,” I moaned in agreement as I brought my hands up and dug my nails into his ass. Hollowing out my cheeks, I began sucking harder. I wanted him to cum this time, and I wasn’t about to let him pull away.
    “Siena…Baby…” He tried to take a step back, but I held him to me and hummed around him. “FUCK! I’m so fucking close, Baby! I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep that up.”
    After trying to step back again and being unable to, he lost his resolve and held my hair tighter, shoving his cock down my throat and holding me there.
    “FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!” he roared a split second before I felt hot spurts of his cum streaming down my throat. I continued to suck and swallow around him, milking him for every drop. When his body relaxed, I removed my hands from his ass and let him step back. What I didn’t expect was for him to fall on his knees in front of me and cup my face in his hands. The gesture was sweet and melted my heart, because for a moment, I could pretend it was real.
    “My god, Siena, you are absolutely fucking perfect,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. “If only—”
    I cut him off. “Stop, Ryan. Don’t say it please. You know we can’t go there. You won a weekend with me in a bet, but that’s it. I go home tomorrow, back to Tony. We can’t start letting real feelings complicate things.” I took a deep breath and stared back into his eyes for a second before continuing. “It’s just sex, right?”
    Knowing I would cave if I stayed there, I rose from my knees and sauntered over to his dresser, opening the top drawer. I pulled a pair of boxers out, closed it, and then opened the one underneath.
    I could feel Ryan’s eyes on me, watching my every move, but I didn’t let that stop me. After I found what I was looking for, I removed it from the drawer with a big smile on my face. I had always fantasized about wearing something that belonged to Ryan, and now was the perfect time.
    As I turned around with a folded T-shirt in one hand and boxers in the other, I saw him look at me curiously. With a grin, I shook out the shirt and then slipped it over my head before running my hands along my torso to smooth out the material. It was huge on me, but I didn’t care because it smelled like him. “I thought it might be easier on both of us if we put some clothes on while we grabbed a snack,” I explained.
    Ryan’s eyes looked hungry as he took a step toward me. “I don’t know if wearing my clothes was the best option, Siena,” he growled. “You look even fucking hotter now. All I can think about is ripping that shirt from your amazing body and fucking that pussy of yours raw.”
    I couldn’t help but giggle because I was already raw, I just didn’t tell him that. “Don’t even think about it, Mister,” I said as I put my hand with the boxers against his chest and pushed him away from me slightly. “I’m hungry, so I’m going to go find a snack. You’re welcome to join me if you want, but there will be no funny business, got it?”
    “Got it,” he huffed like a petulant child who had just had his candy taken away from him. It