Authors: J. S. Scott
"Listen, Dr. Logan. I have to be up front with you. I don't have the money right now. Brent took everything and I can't keep up the mortgage, which is why I'm selling, but I will pay you back. I swear. I can pay in payments." Her voice was breathless with anxiety. She hated owing anyone anything, and she would pay him.
"Lacy...your dog has been digging under my fence for a year. I could call the city and report him as a nuisance animal. I could sue for the money." he answered in his soft, baritone voice.
Crap! She didn't need this right now. She had enough problems without fighting Dr. Ryan Logan. If she got tangled in a legal dispute, it could effect her job. "Please, Dr. Logan. I don't want that. I have a lot to deal with and I need to put in extra hours at the clinic. I won't have the money whether you sue me or not." Her voice was desperate and fearful.
"You work for Dr. Ventura, right?"
She nodded.
"He's a tennis buddy of mine. I'm sure he would hate to hear about you being tangled up in a legal dispute with me." His voice wasn't threatening. It was so matter-of-fact that it made her want to slap him. He had the upper hand…and he knew it.
"I...Don't...Have...It!" She was so frustrated that she was grinding her teeth. "I will be able to pay you in small payments. Unless I go out on the street corner and sell my body." Lacy knew her sarcasm was really a cover-up for her frustration. Damn it. She hated this. There was nothing she’d like more than to have the five hundred bucks to throw in his face right now.
He moved close, close enough so that she could smell his masculine scent. "Sell it to me. I can be your first and only customer." His voice was deep and sultry.
"Yeah...right." She rolled her eyes. As if Dr. Logan would want her, the up-and-coming-attorney’s leftovers.
He reached for her hair clip and her hair sprang free from it's confinement, spilling over her shoulders in a slightly damp fall of brown waves. Ryan ran his hands through the silky softness and lowered his mouth to hers.
It took her two surprised seconds to decide that this man didn't kiss like he lived his life. The embrace wasn't the least bit methodical or practiced. It was wild and abandoned. His mouth conquered hers, sliding his tongue against hers in hungry, primitive strokes, coaxing her response. Lacy shuddered, unable to resist his fervent, heated embrace. He plundered her mouth like a starving man…and her lips and mouth were prime rib. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself to him, releasing a moan that was swallowed by his marauding tongue. He groaned, pulling her flush against him and slid his hands along her back, his strong hands clasping and squeezing her ass as he brought her up against his hard erection.
Feeling his cock straining impatiently through his jeans shocked her into reality. She dragged her mouth from his telling him breathlessly. "Ryan, what are you doing?"
His chest was heaving and his eyes spoke volumes, not even attempting to conceal his desire, letting her know he was as affected by the kiss as she was. "You can pay me in a different way, Lacy. Give me what I want and I'll forget all about what Loki did."
Was he really suggesting...
"What? No...I can't do that."
He met her eyes with a dark, intent look. "Then you plan on paying for the damage right away so that I can replace my roses?"
"I can't right now. I already explained." She looked at him beseechingly.
“Lacy…you want this, too. I can feel your need to be touched, to be pleasured.” His hand slid under her short t-shirt and starting stroking her breast through her silky bra. Her nipples were already hard pebbles and he squeezed and stroked, muddling her mind. He smoothly pulled the shirt up and off her body, letting it hit the ground silently. He starting teasing both nipples with his large, agile hands, his fingers teasing, stimulating.
Oh, shit. She did want him. But this was so wrong.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning. She needed to keep her senses. "Ryan, no. I can't do this."
He unfastened the front of her bra expertly. As it hit the floor he murmured softly, "God, you're beautiful, Lacy. I’ve imagined doing this for so long." His mouth descended on her naked breasts, nipping and stroking the nipples with his tongue.
"Noooo..." The statement came out as a moan.
"Your debt would be wiped away, Lacy. Gone. Problem solved." His voice was husky, persuasive.
"I just can't." she whispered. “I’d feel like a prostitute.”
“Then do it because you want to. God knows I want you.” Ryan continued his pleasurable assault on her breasts as his hand slid down to caress up her thighs and landed between her legs. He started a gentle stroking on her mound through her jean shorts and it felt so good that she rocked up against him. Wanting more. Needing more.
She tossed her head back, biting her lip. Oh God, she couldn't think straight. Her mind had gone blank as she was blinded by passion and lust. He unbuttoned her jean shorts and brought down the zipper, sliding them down her legs. His fingers delved into her panties and started a slow slide on her slit. "You're so wet, Lacy." His voice was graveled and filled with desire as he slowly pulled her panties smoothly down her legs.
"This just isn't right, Ryan." Her voice was tremulous, her whole body quivering.
But it felt so right. She wanted Ryan Logan and she could feel his intense desire. How long had it been since a man had wanted her so badly? Actually… never. Brent had been her only lover and it had always been lukewarm affection. This was blinding, electric, erotic lust.
"So wet, so hot, so wanting. Let me satisfy you, Lacy." His mouth closed over her hot, needy pussy. His tongue swirled and licked her sensitive, pink skin, lapping up her moisture as he teased her flesh with that talented tongue.
Lacy moaned, no longer able to hold back. She knew she shouldn't be doing this but she was nearly undone. She instinctively opened her legs, giving in to her need, clutching his shoulders for balance as her legs trembled.
"Good girl. Open those legs and let me really taste that sweet pussy." He dived back in with a vengeance, twirled his magical tongue along her naked, vulnerable, wet pussy and swollen clit.
"Oh God, Ryan." Her legs were ready to give out. She gripped his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into his skin.
He was relentless. His tongue swirled as he slid two fingers into her needy channel, his fingers fucking her hard and deep. She could feel her gut clench, her muscles tighten. Her climax came in a rush of ecstasy, sweeping her into a fog of sensation. She felt nothing else except the pleasure and ecstasy of his scorching mouth on her. She screamed, unable to contain her body's reactions. “Yes, Ryan. Oh, God.”
Ryan stretched it out, forcing the pulsations to continue as he licked up every drop of her climax. As the spasms subsided, he slid up her body to captured her mouth with a ravishing kiss, his hands roaming everywhere, making her whole body quiver with sensation.
He kept her ravenous and on edge as he touched her, discovering every sensitive spot, learning her secrets. She tugged on his shirt and he pulled it off with a quick swipe, letting it drop to the floor. She ran her hands over his well-defined chest and moved down his hard abdomen. She unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. As she bent to pull the jeans off of his legs, his cock sprung free. Lord. Have. Mercy. He was huge and as hard a steel pole. She reached out and touched him tentatively, almost in awe of his size and the beauty of his cock. The walls of her channel clenched at the thought of having
that
pounding inside of her. She stroked his velvety softness with her hand, smearing the juice around the tip. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him, needing to put her lips around that tantalizing member.
“Yes, Lacy. Take it.” She nearly smiled as he grunted, feeling powerful and desired as Ryan grabbed her hair and urged her head to him. She responded, taking the engorged head into her mouth as her hand stroked the long shaft. She heard him curse as he thrust his hips. She took as much of the shaft as she could, closing her lips around it, giving him the sweet, wet friction that he wanted. She licked up and down the shaft as her hand continued to stroke, finally sliding the rod between her lips and sucking as much as she could into her mouth, letting him thrust in and out as she tightened her palms around his ass, urging him to fuck her mouth. She looked up at Ryan and he had his head thrown back, gasping. She loved knowing she was giving him as much pleasure as he had given her.
He pulled himself away, panting. His eyes were dark and heated as he sank to the plush carpet, taking her with him. He devoured her mouth as their bodies entangled, their damp skin sliding erotically together.
"It's going to feel so good to fuck your sweet, tight pussy. You want my cock inside of you?" His voice was rough. She could feel his hot breath on the side of her face as he delicately licked around her ear.
"Ryan...I don't know if we should---"
"Take it all of the way? Oh yeah...we should. We will. You need to be fucked. You need my cock. Don't you?" He pulled back, forcing her to meet his burning gaze.
Oh, God. Yes. She needed him. She needed that big cock inside of her. She writhed with need, grinding her pussy against his thigh. She had never felt like this before. Her body was a living flame ready to rage out of control and there was no way she could deny herself this.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you, Lacy." His voice was low and demanding. “Not because you have to, but because you want it as much as I do. Admit it.”
"Yes...please. Fuck me, Ryan. I need it," she cried as she clenched his shoulders.
He groaned and pulled her over him roughly, as though her words were his undoing. "Ride me, Lacy. I want to watch you."
She slid down his body and took his huge member in her hand, nearly shaking with the need to feel him inside of her. She placed the head at her hungry entrance and slid over the top of him. She had to stroke, letting him enter her a few inches at a time, getting used to his large size.
"Ahh..yeah...Lacy, you're so tight and hot." Ryan groaned.
She sunk down and took him in completely, grinding her clit against his groin as he filled every inch of her. Her walls clenched him tightly as she moved on him and he brought his hands to her hips and guided her, his hips moving up to meet her strokes. She moaned, unable to contain her red-hot reaction to having that cock so deeply imbedded inside of her.
Ryan put his hand on her pussy, stroking his thumb along her clit as she rode him. "Caress your breasts, Lacy. Pleasure them. Take what you want, what you need."
She was so out of control that she didn't even feel embarrassed. She had never played with herself in front of a man, but she immediately brought her hands up and started to pinch her sensitive nipples with a firm touch. It was too much...too much stimulation...too much. She threw her head back and screamed as Ryan guided her hips to a faster rhythm, plunging deep and fast, stroking along her tender g-spot. Their bodies met with a loud slapping of skin, over and over. Harder and harder. Her body jolted into a climax so strong that she was completely undone.
"Yes, Lacy, come for me. You look so beautiful," Ryan groaned, his impassioned eyes never leaving her.
Knowing he was watching her lose control was erotic as hell and her walls were still clenching his cock as he rolled her over onto her back, hands held above her head. He slammed into her over and over, thrusting hard and wild, making her continue to spasm. She clenched his cock tight and his body tightened and trembled. Burying himself deep inside of her he found his release, jetting hot and hard into her body, gasping her name.
He rolled to his side, pulling her body tightly to his. He held her, his arms snugly around her, still murmuring her name.
Lacy panted as she tried to catch her breath. They were both sweaty and spent. As her brain returned to a functioning mode she couldn't believe this had happened. With Ryan Logan? She had never done something like this before. No man had ever taken control of her body and made her feel this way.