He yanks my jeans down and tosses them aside, leaving me in just my panties and shirt. “Oh fuck, your panties are soaked,” he growls, running his thumb along my slit over the damp fabric.
I squirm beneath him, trying to get more pressure from his fingers, but he pulls back, denying me the friction I crave.
“Not so fast, baby,” he says, moving the fabric aside. “I said you were going to pay for what you did.”
I pant, my body trembling with need. “What are you going to do to me?”
He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, thick and hard. “You’re about to find out.”
I know he won’t hurt me. Ryder would never harm me, but the hint of fear heightens my arousal, taking everything to the next level.
He climbs on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. He leans down and kisses me, pouring all the passion of the chase into the kiss. I raise my hips, trying to rub against him, desperate for more of the pleasure my body craves. Ryder bites my lower lip, then bites harder, enough to hurt a little.
I gasp, and at that exact moment, he thrusts into me to the hilt.
I want to shout, but he covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cries.
He waits for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size, then moves inside me, hard and unrelenting, thrusting again and again. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust.
I’m climbing fast. I was close even before we started, and now I’m racing toward the edge.
But then he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. He sits back, his eyes roaming over my body.
I pant, my legs spread, and the shirt I’m still wearing now damp with sweat. “Why did you stop?”
“Because you don’t deserve to come yet,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Put your head at the edge of the bed.”
“What? Why?” I ask, even as my body moves to obey him.
“No questions.” He pulls me, positioning me on my side so my head is near the edge. Then he gets down and stands in front of my face, pulling me a bit more until my head is off the mattress and tilted back. “Open wide.”
His massive cock stands before my face, erect and proud, glistening with my juices.
“Now,” he commands.
The blood rushes to my head in this position, making me dizzy with arousal and anticipation. I raise my hands and guide him to my mouth. He holds my face and pushes in. The angle allows him to enter almost to the hilt. I feel him in my throat, stretching me, filling me.
I choke and gag, tears streaming from my eyes. But God help me, I love every second.
He waits a few seconds and then releases me, allowing me to catch my breath.
I take a few deep breaths, and he does it again, pushing in until I choke, my throat contracting around him.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Taking me so well in that dirty mouth of yours,” he says, moving his hips again and again. “We’re going to make it clean.”
I close my lips around him and suck, hollowing my cheeks. He may be in control of my throat, but I’m in control of him. Of his pleasure. And he knows it.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groans, his eyes closing in ecstasy. “Fuuuck,” he calls out, and then spurts of his hot cum hit my mouth.
I take more and more of his release, unable to hold it all. It leaks from my mouth, running down my face.
He pulls out and runs his thumb over the corners of my lips, collecting all of it, then he offers me his thumb to suck, his eyes dark with renewed desire.
I lick it clean, savoring the taste of him mixed with my essence.
“Look at the mess you’ve made, Little Trouble. All smeared with my cum. So beautiful.”
I have to admit, his talk, seeing him so pleased with me like this, moves something deep inside me. I want to give this to him.
