My Bratty Wife
Chapter 148 - Hundred And Forty Eight

Chapter 148: Chapter Hundred And Forty Eight

Disclaimer: This Chapter includes sexual content. If you’re not comfortable with it you can skip. Read at your own risk.

Ryan trails kisses down Suzy’s neck. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, breathless at his touch. He nudges her legs further apart until there’s no room left between them.

He breaks the kiss briefly, shifting closer to her. His hips press between her thighs, his hard dick evident through his clothes.

His other hand trails down her waist, finding its way beneath her gown. His fingers brush against her panties, sending a shiver through her. "Can we take these off?" he asks softly.

A nod and a whisper of consent, then he tugs the material down her legs, tossing them aside. Kneeling between her thighs, he kisses her hip bones, drawing lines along her inner thighs with his tongue.

His hands grip her ass, pulling her closer. His warm breath fans over her pussy. Before she can say anything, he leans in, pressing a slow, languid lick upwards from her entrance to her clit.

He spread her legs wider, encouraging her to lean back. A trail of heat follows his kisses until he reaches her center. She gasps when his tongue meets her clit, and she grips the edge of the desk tightly.

His tongue teases her, flickering and stroking as if it had a mind of its own. His growls vibrate against her most sensitive flesh, driving her wild. "Ryan!" she moans, pressing herself closer to his mouth.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a figure rushed into the study.

Eleanor stood frozen in the doorway, her jaw agape. "Ryan!" she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of shock and disbelief.

Her eyes widening in shock at the sight before her. Ryan, shirtless and disheveled, was kneeling in between Suzy’s thighs and Suzy, who sat perched on his desk, her hair a mess, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

"Ryan" her voice soft, a mixture of disbelief and indignation.

Just then, Mr. Bradford, the butler, entered the study, his eyes widening at the sight before him. He quickly averted his gaze, bowing his head in embarrassment. "I apologize, Your Grace," he stammered, "I didn’t mean to interrupt... to disturb you."

Ryan, startled by the interruption, stood up, cleaned his mouth and fastened the strap of Suzy’s gown, his movements a mixture of urgency and annoyance.

"What is the meaning of this, Mr. Bradford?" he demanded, his voice sharp.

"I informed Lady Eleanor that you wished not to be disturbed," Mr. Bradford explained, "but she insisted on seeing you. She... she stormed towards your study. I tried to stop her, but she was adamant. I tried to..."

"It’s fine," Ryan dismissed, his voice still laced with irritation. "You may go."

"Thank you, Your Grace," Mr. Bradford replied, bowing his head and scurrying out of the room.

Ryan turned to Eleanor, his gaze hardening. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Eleanor, still reeling from the unexpected sight, could only stammer, "What... what was that?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Can’t I make love to my wife in my own house?"

Suzy, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, finally spoke. "Miss Montgomery," she said, her voice cool and collected, "what brings you to my house this morning? You could have waited downstairs for me to finish up and attend to you."

Eleanor, still flustered, could only stare at Suzy, whispering " I want to speak with Ryan."

Suzy smiled, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Oh my! Whatever for?" she continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Didn’t I warn you before about coming to my house to see my husband? If you have nothing important to do here, please use the door. As you can see, I’m rather busy so I won’t be seeing you off."

Eleanor, finally finding her voice, retorted angrily, "I came here to see Ryan."

Suzy raised an eyebrow. "Indeed? And what, pray tell, is so urgent that it couldn’t wait until later?"

Eleanor, unable to come up with a convincing answer, simply glared at Suzy.

Suzy, unfazed by her glare, straightened her back, smoothen her gown. "Well then, Miss Montgomery," she said, her voice firm, "I suggest you take your leave. I’m sure you have other engagements to attend to."

Eleanor, defeated and humiliated, turned and stormed out of the study, slamming the door behind her.

Suzy watched her go, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. She turned back to Ryan, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, that was... eventful," she said, her voice soft.

Ryan chuckled, pulling her close. "Indeed," he agreed, his eyes filled with admiration. "You handled that beautifully. I was planning on calling the guards to escort her out."

Suzy leaned into him, her head resting on his chest. "I had to," she whispered, " She isn’t worth the stress."

He whispered, his voice husky. "I think you just earned yourself another reward."

Suzy laughed, burying her face in his chest. "I believe I did," she purred, her voice laced with playful mischief.

Ryan looks up at Suzy, a wicked grin on his face. "Have you ever come so hard you lost your balance?" His words make her shudder. She shakes her head, barely able to speak.

"Good, then let me show you," he teases, he went on his knees again working with his tongue. It flicks inside her, tantalizingly slow. Her grip tightens, knuckles turning white as waves of pleasure roll over her.

Her whimpers fill the room as his tongue devours her, desperate for more. He crooks his finger inside her, hitting that sweet spot that makes her toes curl.

She feels the pressure building deep within, threatening to consume her. His fingers move faster, driving her closer to the brink. Then, suddenly, he pulls away, leaving her breathless and wanting.

"Ryan!" She said in between breaths.

He lift her from the desk, carried her on his shoulder and took her to the room, throwing her on the soft bed. He started removing his shoes and trousers.

He stood there naked and grinning, she watched him hungrily. With no hesitation, she pulled her dress over her head, revealing her naked form underneath.

He crawled onto the bed, covering her body with his own. "You’re gorgeous," he whispered, kissing her deeply. She reached down between them, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft.

Her strokes were slow and deliberate, her thumb tracing circles around the tip. He groaned into her mouth, his hips pressing forward. Pulling away slightly, he looked down at her, hungry for more.

Suzy guided him towards her entrance, tilting her hips upward. She wanted all of him, right now. His cock teased her folds, rubbing against her wetness before dipping inside briefly.

With one powerful thrust, he filled her completely. Suzy moaned, feeling every inch of him stretch her walls. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper still.

He held himself above her, pushing her arms up above her head. He captured her wrists with one hand while his hips rolled against hers.

Her breathing grew ragged, their chests rising and falling in sync. He released her wrists, intertwining his fingers with hers above her head.

"Mmm, I’ve been waiting for this," Suzy breathed out as Ryan began to move in long, slow strokes, feeling her tighten around him. He chuckled darkly, nipping at her bottom lip. "And what about this?"

His rhythm quickened, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into her. Her moans grew louder with each stroke, matching the grunts emanating from Ryan’s throat.

"You’re mine now," he growls, releasing her hands only to grab her ass, lifting her hips off the bed. She wraps her legs tighter around him, nails digging into his back.

She bites his shoulder, stifling a scream as her climax builds rapidly. "Fuck, duchess, you feel amazing," Ryan groans, pounding into her mercilessly. He shifts their positions, placing her on top, straddling him.