“It’s okay,” he murmurs against my hair, one hand moving in soothing circles on my back. “I’ve got you.”
I pull back just enough to look up at him, finding his eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness that makes my breath catch. “He’s using me,” I whisper. “Making himself the victim when all along he was?—”
“I know,” Ryder says, cupping my face gently. “And he won’t get away with it.”
Something inside me shifts, anxiety giving way to a different kind of urgency. I need to stop thinking, stop feeling trapped in my own head with memories of my father. I need?—
I rise on my toes and press my lips to Ryder’s. His surprise lasts only a fraction of a second before he responds, his mouth moving against mine with equal hunger. What begins as a search for distraction quickly transforms into something far more consuming.
Ryder backs me against the wall, his mouth never leaving mine. His hands slide down to grip my hips, fingers digging in with just enough pressure to make me gasp. I’m dizzy with need, all thoughts of my father’s announcement momentarily pushed aside by the rush of sensation.
“Fuck, princess,” Ryder breathes against my neck, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve missed you this week. Not feeling your sweet pussy wrapped around my dick has been torture.”
A shudder runs through me at his words. For seven days, I’ve kept my distance, maintained my anger as a shield. Now it crumbles beneath his touch.
“I’ve missed you too,” I admit, pulling his shirt up and over his head, my hands immediately exploring the hard planes of his chest. “I didn’t want to, but I did.”
He lifts me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me toward the couch. The feeling of being truly wanted—for myself, not for revenge or anything else — feels freeing.
“I don’t care about your father,” Ryder murmurs, laying me down on the cushions. “I care about you. Only you.” His hand slides beneath the waistband of my leggings. “Let me show you.”
I arch into his touch, past and future fading away until there’s nothing but the present moment, nothing but us.
Ryder’s mouth trails down my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone as his fingers work inside me. “Goddamn, you are so fucking wet for me already,” he murmurs against my skin. “Were you thinking about this all week?”
I can’t deny it. Behind my locked bedroom door, I’ve touched myself to memories of them—of him. “Yes,” I whisper as he peels my leggings down my legs.
His eyes darken at my admission. “Good girl. Now let me hear how badly you want my cock.”
The praise sends heat spiraling through me. “I want you inside me. Now.”
Ryder stands just long enough to shed his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free—thick and hard. He positions himself between my spread thighs, rubbing the head through my wetness. “Look at you, so perfect, so ready for me.”
When he pushes inside, I cry out, the fullness overwhelming after a week of nothing. He gives me no time to adjust, setting a relentless pace that has the couch creaking beneath us.
“That’s it, take all of me,” he praises, voice rough with desire. “Your pussy feels like fucking heaven, princess. So tight around my cock.”
His words send electricity crackling across my skin. I hook my legs higher around his waist, drawing him deeper.
“You’re magnificent,” he pants, one hand sliding beneath me to grip my ass, changing the angle until he hits that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. “The sounds you make drive me crazy.”
Pressure builds low in my belly. “Ryder, oh fuck, I?—”
“Let go,” he commands, thumb finding my clit. “I want to feel you come all over my cock. Want to feel that sweet pussy squeeze me.”
The pressure crests suddenly, violently. My back arches as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I’m vaguely aware of wetness gushing between us as my muscles clamp around him.
“Fuck yes,” Ryder groans, hips pistoning harder. “You’re squirting for me. So beautiful.”
As my body trembles through the aftershocks of my orgasm, Ryder’s rhythm grows erratic. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me flush against him with each thrust. His eyes lock with mine, intense and hungry.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he growls, his face tight with pleasure. “Going to pump my cum deep inside this perfect pussy.”
My walls clench around him at his words, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. His movements become desperate, almost punishing in their intensity.
“Fuck, Cora—” His voice breaks as his body goes rigid. I feel the hot pulse of him inside me, each throb sending fresh waves of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
“That’s it,” he pants, grinding against me as he empties himself. “You’ve earned every fucking drop, princess.”
