I want to be his. Completely, utterly his.
He picks me up like a rag doll and places me straight on the bed again. His hand is already rubbing his half-hard cock, coaxing it back to full arousal.
He inserts two fingers into my pussy, and I arch my back, a moan escaping my lips.
“What a needy pussy you have here. It wants to be filled, doesn’t it? It wants me to fill it?”
“Yes,”I moan, beyond shame, beyond anything but the need for him.
His fingers thrust inside me, and I pulse around him, climbing toward another peak. “Yes. Please, Ryder. More. I need more.”
He removes his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting. “Do you think you’ve paid enough for your little stunt earlier?”
I nod, willing to agree to anything if it means he’ll let me come.
“No, I don’t think so,” Ryder says, a wolfish smile on his face. “I think you need to pay a bit more.”
“No,” I cry out. “I need to come. Ryder, please.”
“I love it when you beg.” He leans down and kisses my clit, the soft touch a stark contrast to his earlier roughness. “I love seeing how swollen you are for me, how ready. You’re close, aren’t you?”
I nod.
He stops, and I cry out. Every muscle in my body is tight. My toes are curled, and my hands grip the sheets so tight my knuckles turn white.
“Not yet, baby.”
I exhale, trying to steady my breathing, my body descending from the peak. So close but so out of reach.
My breathing calms, the orgasm slipping away like sand through my fingers. I peek at Ryder, who stands over me, his eyes examining me with an intensity that makes me shiver.
He leans down again and runs his tongue over my entrance, sliding it over my clit, then sucking it. And I’m there again, teetering on the edge. It happens faster this time, almost at an instant.
He sucks again, and I moan, my thighs moving uncontrollably, seeking the release that’s just out of reach.
He stops.
Tears stream from my eyes. I’m broken, a shattered heap of need and desire.
Ryder rises and kisses my cheek, wiping my tears with his tongue. His voice is soft, concerned. “Do you want to stop?”
“No.” The word comes out as a plea.
“Do you trust me?”
I nod, unable to form words.
“Good. Because I’m taking care of you, baby. Let me show you how it can be.”
I nod again, surrendering myself to him.
“Spread wide,” he says, and I obey without hesitation.
He enters me to the hilt in one smooth thrust, and I throw my head back, a cry of pleasure escaping me.
“You’re made for me,” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Perfect.”
He pounds into me, his body slamming against mine with loud, rhythmic thuds.
