In one swift move, he spins me around. My back presses against his chest, his erection hard against my ass. His hands cup my breasts, and I can’t hold back a whimper of need.
“What do you want from me, Little Trouble?” His breath is hot on my ear, his voice husky. “Tell me what you need.”
The words tumble out, raw and honest. “I need you, Ryder. All of you.”
Nineteen
CORA
“You need my cock?” Ryder pinches my nipple through the wet fabric of my dress.
“Yes,” I pant, my body trembling.
“Where do you need it, Cora? Do you need it inside that needy pussy?” His hand slides down, cupping my sex. The heat of his palm sears through my drenched clothes, and I squirm, trying to guide him where I need him most.
“Yes,” I moan again, my voice husky with want.
“So ready,” he whispers in my ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin between my shoulder and neck. “Do you want me gentle and slow or hard and rough?”
My breaths come in short, sharp gasps. Every nerve in my body thrums. “I’ve never...”
“Never what?” He bites my shoulder hard enough to sting but not enough to mark. “Never been fucked hard?
“Ah... Ryder,” I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“You like that?” He bites me again. This time hishand delves under my dress, his fingers pressing against my panties, rubbing the pulsing bud between my legs.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“I think you like it a little rough, Little Trouble.” He increases the pace of his fingers.
I can’t form words anymore, lost in the sensations he’s creating.
He guides us toward one of the palm trees. “Put your hands on it, lean forward, and hold on tight,” he commands.
I do as he says, my body almost shaking.
“Tell me to stop now, or I’m going to fuck you bare.”
I remain silent, and he lifts my dress, the fabric pillowing around my waist like a wet halo. Raindrops now fall on my exposed ass, cooling my burning skin.
He bends down and kisses my back, just above my buttocks, then moves lower, his hot breath between my legs. He pushes my thong aside.
“Ryder...”
His tongue licks up my thigh, teasing my swollen clit, then delves inside.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my fingers digging into the rough bark of the palm tree.
“So delicious. I knew you’d taste amazing,” he says, pausing for a moment before returning to his ministrations.
After that declaration, he doesn’t stop, his tongue assaulting me with a mix of licks, nibbles, and sucks on my clit. My legs tremble beneath me, and my stomach knots with building tension.
“I— I—” I gasp, teetering on the edge.
“Don’t come yet. Hold it,” Ryder stops, and I nearly sob at the loss of contact. “Hold on tight, baby.”
“What?” I say before he slams into me. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming.
