“Is my willingness to open my legs for you not consent enough?” I say with the confidence of a siren. I barely recognize the sound of my voice.
“No, I want you to say it. Explicitly.” His eyes never leave mine, the intensity sending a shiver down my spine.
My arms slink around his neck as I bring my lips to his ear, emboldened by the hunger in his eyes. “I’m sure I want you to fuck me, Ryder Stevens. Do your worst.”
“You couldn’t handle my worst.” He positions himself at my entrance before taking me in one hard thrust, and it’s gloriously painful. I cry out as he fills me, gasping at the invasion.
“Oh God!”
“Relax. You can take every hard inch of me. Just breathe.” I do as he asks, eager for more of him as he stretches me to the threshold between pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
He leans in, capturing my bottom lip, biting down just enough to make me moan. “Don’t fucking swear when I’m inside you.”
“You want it hard, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I plead, my fingers frantically unbuttoning his shirt and shoving it off his shoulders. He’s every inch the masterpiece I thought he’d be. His six-pack is divine, and that glorious V is mouthwatering.
“How badly? He’s breathless as he teases me to the edge of madness.
“Please.” I’d get on my knees and beg if he asked me to.
“Sir.”
“Please… Sir, I need your massive cock.” He loses all control, ripping my dress up and over my head with his cock buried deep inside me.
With one flick of his hand, my bra is open, and he literally tears it from my body, unleashing my breasts. One fell swoop of his arm, and the remaining ingredients crash to the floor.
“Good girl.”
My cunt is greedy as I start to writhe against him, desperate for relief. When he relinquishes my lips, his eyes meet mine, full of promise, and it only makes me want him more. He grabs my wrists and pins me against the cold, hard granite before flicking his tongue over one of my nipples, biting it just enough to make it pebble. He does the same on the other as I arch my back up, my body begging for more of him.
He was made for sin—six foot three inches of muscle, lean but toned. His olive skin highlights every solid muscle, and his shoulders are broad. With a smattering of hair on his chest, I follow down to his happy trail, to where his cock is seated inside me.
“That’s it, baby girl, look at how I’m fucking you… how well you take my cock.” He doesn’t take off his jeans, letting them rest just low enough on his hips to fuck me, and something about it is a turn-on, being completely naked for him.
“Please, let me touch you, Sir. I want to feel you.” He releases my wrists.
“Only because you asked so nicely.” He captures my mouth with his, both of us hungry for more as he pulls me up off the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist as he hammers into me over and over again, hitting the sweet spot that has me on the edge of a second release.
“Ryder.” His name is a litany of worship on my lips. “I…”
I rake my hands down his back, his skin so soft, his tightly corded muscles hard.
He sets a punishing rhythm, fucking me so hard it hurts in the most delicious of ways.
“Let me hear you, baby girl.”
“I’m so close, Ryder.” He fists a hand in my hair, pulling my head back before dropping his mouth to my neck.
“Good girl. You’re going to come for me.” His lips ravish a spot just behind my ear, making me buck like a horse. I need him.
“Yes… oh God, Ryder, I…”
“Now.” As I splinter into a million pieces, he chases his release, using my body for his pleasure. “Fuck,Aspen.” He comes hard, riding out the aftershocks with me before gently cupping my face and caressing my lips with his own. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Suddenly, I’m acutely aware that my boss is still inside me, and a pang of fear courses through me. “Ryder.”
