ric’s POV:


    Meadow looked like a fucking angel whenever she came apart from my touch. Watching here undone was slowly turning into an addiction of mine.


    The face she made, the way her grip tightened around my shoulder, the way her body stilled and started vibrating, the sounds that left her lips–I could never get enough of it.


    Enough of her.


    Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of her, feeling my lips twitch as she whined in protest.


    She had a greedy, needy little cunt, and I couldn’t wait to give her everything that she needed. Couldn’t wait to ruin her with my cock.


    Without another word, I raised my hand between us, trailing my index and middle finger along her bottom lip, painting it with her essence.


    “Have you ever tasted yourself before, Meadow?”


    She shook her head, her cheeks turning red like she was embarrassed. My mouth twitched. So fucking innocent, she was.


    And all mine to ruin.


    “That’s unfortunate,” I murmured. “Because your taste is exquisite. Open.”


    Meadow obeyed without hesitation. She parted her lips, and I didn’t take my eyes off her beautiful hazel ones as I gently pushed both fingers into her warm mouth.


    “Good girl,” I rasped, my cock twitching in my pants as she swirled her tongue around my fingers, licking up her own essence and moaning while at it–my good little doe.


    I tightened my grip around her. I wanted her to do that to my cock. Suck on it the way she sucked on my fingers.


    “Addictive, isn’t it?” I smirked. “Open wider, baby.”


    Meadow did as I said, and a low growl vibrated deep in my throat. Her eyes widened slightly as I pushed my fingers further in, toward her throat.


    “Rx your throat, love,” I murmured. “I’m only trying to see how well your throat is prepared for my cock.<b>” </b>


    Her gaze turned hooded, just like I knew it would. Meadow craved my cock like air, and it craved her too, pushing against the fabric of my cks so fucking hard.


    She moaned as my fingers inched towards its destination, but that moan turned into a gag before they


    could reach it.


    I hummed. “Tell me something, Meadow. Have you ever sucked a cock before?”


    I withdrew my fingers to give her the chance to answer and Meadow choked a bit, panting for air as her


    eyes dropped to my lips. “Not really,” she replied. “I mean, I tried once, with Tyler, but he stopped me because he said I wasn’t any good at it.”


    My jaw clenched at the mention of my assistant’s name. I hated that she’d had his cock in her mouth, but what I even hated more was knowing that he’d probably said that to her in a bid to make her feel terrible


    about her skills.


    “He wasn’t patient with you,” I found myself saying. “Or he was just focused on your sister’s n to ruin you.” Slowly, I let her down, and she unwrapped her thighs from my waist, her hands sliding down my


    bare chest as she did so, causing my muscles to tense.


    “Maybe,<i>” </i>she said in a small voice. Though, I wasn’t even asking her a question.


    I reached for the nape of her neck, pulling her closer while my other hand drifted down to cup her ass.


    Meadow looked fucking gorgeous in this dress, and she looked even more gorgeous when she was


    But we weren’t done yet.


    “I have so much to teach you,” I whispered, jerking her forward so my cock was pushing against her


    stomach. She gasped, her eyes nearly falling shut. “So fucking much. And you’re gonna learn it all.”


    Meadow blinked up at me, desperation in her gaze as her teeth came down on her bottom lip. I moved my


    hand from her nape to her mouth, using my thumb to release her lip. “Don’t do that.”


    “Do what?” she asked innocently.


    “Bite your lip.”


    “Why?” she breathed, searching my eyes with her slightly narrowed ones.


    “It tempts me,” I replied inly. And that was the truth. Whenever Meadow yed with her lip, I wanted to tug it out with my own teeth.


    Wanted to im those lips, im her entire mouth. im it all.


    Truth was, I couldn’t remember thest time I kissed someone.


    Or, I did remember, and just didn’t like to think about the past. But even when I eventually got sexually stimted when I was with other women, I wouldn’t let my lips touch theirs.


    I couldn’t.


    But it had be a part of me, and now <b>I </b>viewed kisses as a sacred act. I will kiss Meadow. Just<b>… </b>not


    now.


    “To what? Kiss me?” she asked softly, eyes drifting from my eyes to my mouth. “Why won’t you kiss me, ric? Let me guess, you don’t think I’m ready for that too?”


    My mouth twitched. “Maybe I’m just saving the best forst.”


    Meadow’s breath hitched, and, like the defiant little thing she was, she bit down on her bottom lip again.


    My cock strained.


    “You’re teasing me, Meadow,” I rasped, pulling down the side zipper of her dress. “And I don’t like being teased. Take this off.”


    I stepped back, walking toward the dress rack again to pick out the next dress. “We’re not done yet.”


    Meadow swallowed, letting the silk dress pool around her feet so she was just in her bra. I’d torn her panties off her and unhooked her bra earlier, and now, she kept her eyes on mine as she slowly let it fall from her shoulders, baring her fairlyrge breasts to me.


    Her body was a fucking masterpiece, and I wasn’t even exaggerating. Toned and tanned skin, soft curves, and an ass that could cause any man to make bad decisions. And now, she was standingpletely


    naked in front of me.


    My eyes dropped to her legs, her thighs, her pussy that I knew was fucking soaked.


    Without another word, I lifted my index finger, crooking it in a e here‘ gesture, and she glided over to


    me without hesitation.


    “Put this one on,” I muttered, referring to the midnight blue velvet dress in my hand.


    She took it, and as she did as I said, I pulled on the sleeves of my shirt, taking itpletely off so I was just in my cks.


    Meadow raised her gaze to look at me, her breath catching when she focused on my now bare chest and arms. She loved my tattoos. I knew that much.


    She turned around so I could help with the zipper, and I enjoyed the way she shivered as my knuckles


    grazed her spine.


    “Aren’t you going to ask how I n to make youe this time?”


    I practically heard her swallow as she yed with her stray hair strands, back still facing me.


    And then she cleared her throat. “How do you n on… making mee?”


    I didn’t say a word. Instead, I walked toward the vanity table, which had a smaller mirror, and then I sat in the chair, spreading my legs apart.


    “Turn around.” My voice was low. And when Meadow turned around to look at me, I damn near lost my breath. This had to be my favorite dress yet. “Come here, baby.”


    Slowly, she made her way to me, heat turning her cheeks red as she approached.


    The moment she was in front of me, I wasted no time in pulling her onto only one of my thighs so she was straddling it.


    “You’re going to ride my thigh,” I rasped, gripping her waist harder. “Until youe.”