Ryder doesn’t slow down. He grips my hips, pounding into me. I watch his face, mesmerized by the intensity of his expression. His eyes close, and his mouth falls open as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me as his hot release fills me.
He collapses on top of me, wrapping me in his arms as we both pant for long minutes. I run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the weight of him on me.
He raiseshis eyes to meet mine. “Remember what I promised you? Each of your holes will be full of me today. Your punishment for running away.”
My breathing quickens again.
“I think you’re enjoying your punishment too much, though. I’ll have to think of something else next time.”
He pulls out of me, gathering some of our combined release on his fingers. “Open,” he demands, positioning his fingers in front of my mouth.
I obey, parting my lips. He slides his fingers inside, and I suck them clean, closing my lips around them. The taste of us together is intoxicating.
His eyes cloud over. “You like that? That’s our flavor. Both of us.”
He pulls his fingers from my mouth and tugs me to my feet. My legs arelike jelly, and I sway a little.
“What?” I ask, confused by the sudden change.
“Lean on the bookshelf.”
“But—”
“Did I give you permission to talk?” His eyes narrow. “Put your hands on the bookshelf.”
I turn and place my hands on the shelves.
He runs his fingers over my scratched ass. “We’ll need to take care of that later. Now you’re going to take my cock again. Ready?”
I nod.
“Use your words, Cora.”
“I’m ready,” I say.
He puts his knee between my legs, spreading them wider. “So beautiful,” he groans. “Dripping. Your thighs are sticky from the mess we made.” He bends down and licks a stripe up my inner thigh, making me shudder.
He gathers some of the wetness on his fingers, then he’s rubbing against the tight ring of muscle. “Relax,” he commands. He continues to circle his finger around my back entrance, massaging it before sliding his finger inside.
I moan at the intrusion, a mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort.
“You’re taking it so well,” he praises, working me open.
I relax into the sensation, pushing back against his hand, wanting more. He removes his fingers, and I whimper at the loss.
The blunt head of his cock presses against me. He pushes the tip in, past the initial resistance of my muscles. The stretch is intense, and I gasp.
He stops, allowing me to breathe and adjust, even though, for a moment, I’m not sure I remember how to perform that action.
“Ryder,” I croak, my voice so hoarse I’m not even sure it’s me who made the sound.
“I know what you need, Little Trouble. I’m here,” he soothes, his hand stroking my back. He moves his hips, pushing himself into me inch by inch until he’s fully seated.
I tremble, my body covered in a sheen of sweat. The fullness is overwhelming, bordering on too much.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I nod, unable to form words. After a moment, I whisper, “Move. Please.”
