My Bratty Wife
Chapter 120 - Hundred And Twenty: Smut (2)

Chapter 120: Chapter Hundred And Twenty: Smut (2)

DISCLAIMER: This Chapter contains sexual content. Please skip if you are not comfortable reading sexual contents. Enjoy!!!

Ryan carried her up the steps, his hand never leaving the small of her back. She could feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of her dress, could feel the possessiveness in his touch.

"I want to explore every inch of your body, make you beg for release. I want to claim you, Cassandra. Not just as my wife, but as my Duchess. In my bed."

Suzy’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly at his words. She could see the sincerity in his gaze, the raw desire. It sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"Well, what are we waiting for, Your Grace?" she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Lead the way."

Ryan smirked, carrying her up the grand staircase.

The soft soles of his shoes whispered against the polished wood, the only sound in the vast, silent house. His footsteps echoed down the long hallway, the soft glow of the wall sconces casting flickering shadows on the gilded wallpaper. Ryan stopped in front of his bedroom door, turning to face her once more.

"You sure about this, Duchess?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. " you can leave now if you change your mind because once you enter this room I guarantee that there’s no escape." His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation. But Suzy met his gaze steadily, her chin tilted up in defiance.

"Yes, Your Grace," she replied, her voice steady. "I’m yours to command."

Ryan’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. He pushed the door open, revealing the opulent bedroom beyond. The four-poster bed dominated the room, draped in rich, velvet curtains the color of a stormy sea. The hearth was lit, casting a warm, inviting glow over the plush rugs and heavy furniture.

Ryan led her inside, still carrying her in his arms. He kicked the door shut behind them, the sound echoing in the silence. Then, he lowered her down gently, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Undress for me, duchess," he commanded, his voice low and firm. She felt a shiver run down her spine, her body responding to the authority in his voice.

She reached up, her fingers finding the straps of her dress, slipping them off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her chemise that shaped her dress, stockings and heels.

Ryan’s breath hitched, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every dip. "Fuck, duchess" he muttered, his voice laced with desire.

"You’re a sight to behold." He stepped closer, his finger tracing the edge of her chemise. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice low and steady. She complied, her heart pounding in her chest. His fingers found the laces of her chemise, deftly undoing them, one by one. The chemise loosened, her breath coming easier as the tight fabric relaxed. But Ryan didn’t stop there. He kept untying, his knuckles brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

The chemise fell away, leaving her standing in nothing but her stockings and heels. He spun her back around to face him, his eyes dark with desire.

"These too," he nodded at her stockings, his voice a low rumble. She reached down, her fingers hooking into the lace tops, slowly rolling them down her legs. She took her time, teasing him, prolonging the moment.

Once the stockings were off, she stood before him, completely naked.

His eyes darkened, a low growl escaping from his throat.

"You’re beautiful, duchess," he said, his voice thick with desire. " How did I get this lucky?"

She smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "If that’s the case, Don’t go easy on me."

He chuckled, stepping closer to her. "Oh, I’m definitely not going to go easy on you, Duchess. You won’t be getting off that easily."

He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek gently. "But first, let’s take a moment to revel in how beautiful you look. Your body is a work of art, crafted by nature’s finest hand," he said, trailing his fingers down her neck and shoulder.

Suzy could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, letting his words wash over her. It was true, she thought, as much as it embarrassed her to admit it. She had never felt so alive, so desired, as she did in his presence.

It was as if he could see her, truly see her, in a way that no one else ever had. And she loved it, craved it, needed it like she needed air to breathe.

Ryan’s hand continued its journey down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hip. He reached the junction of her thighs, his fingers brushing against her curls, making her gasp.

"I want to taste you, duchess," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "I want to feel your pussy quiver around my tongue, to hear you scream my name as you come."

She moaned, her knees threatening to buckle at his words. "Yes," she gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Do whatever you want with me."

He chuckled, a dark, predatory sound that sent shivers down her spine. "So eager, Duchess," he teased, his lips grazing her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, making her cry out.

His tongue swirled around the peak, teasing, torturing her. Meanwhile, his fingers found her clit, rubbing it in firm, steady circles.

"Damn, Ryan," she gasped, her hips moving in time with his fingers. "That feels so good."

He hummed against her breast, his fingers never pausing. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, the same delicious torture.

She could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling in her core. She was close, so close.

Ryan seemed to sense it, his fingers moving faster, his touch firmer.

He slipped a finger inside her, then another, stretching her, preparing her. She moaned, her hips writhing, her body begging for more.

"Please, Ryan," she gasped, her voice ragged, desperate. "I need you inside me. Now."

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Not yet, Duchess," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want to taste you first."

Before she could protest, he lowered himself to the floor, his shoulders pushing her thighs apart. She could feel his breath on her pussy, hot and tantalizing.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark and hungry, before lowering his head and running his tongue along her slit. She gasped, her hips bucking at the sudden contact. He chuckled, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place.

"Oh my heavens ," she moaned, her head falling back, her eyes closing. "That’s so fucking good."

He hummed in agreement, his tongue delving deeper, tasting her, exploring her. He found her clit, circling it, teasing it, making her squirm.

"Mmm-ahh.... Ahhh" she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. "Ryan, please."

Ryan groaned, his mouth opening wide, his tongue flicking against her clit in rapid, sure strokes. His fingers pushed inside her, curling to reach that sweet spot, rubbing it in time with his tongue. Her hips bucked, her body tensing as the pleasure built.

"Oh, fuck," she cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit her.

Ryan’s tongue never paused, his fingers moving in and out of her, drawing out her pleasure. When her body finally stilled, he looked up at her, his lips glistening with her juices.