He shoves my hand out of the way, positioning himself at my entrance before slamming into me full force. It’s painfully delicious and wickedly sublime. I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he pounds into me, claiming me in a way I’ve never felt before.
“You fucking want it?”
“I.Fucking. Want. It.” Without another word, he captures my mouth before slipping his hand around my throat. His grip tightens, and I panic.
“This is me, baby girl. I want you gasping for fucking air while I’m inside you, spilling myself into your perfect little cunt.”
His hand tightens, and I begin to thrash as he hammers me, my traitorous body letting itself be pushed to the brink of orgasm.
When I think I’m going to pass out, he releases his grip, his mouth crashing down on mine, his tongue fucking me in the same punishing rhythm as his cock. My hands claw at his back, desperate for more of him.
Just when I think I’m about to come, he pulls back, his hand returning to my throat, choking me as his cock fills me so deep, I can’t think straight.
“Your pleasure is mine. Not some fucking trick. You’re mine, and don’t you fucking forget it.”
My vision swims as his grip tightens, and every nerve ending in my body comes roaring to life.
“I…”
“Keep your mouth shut and come for me like a good little slut.” My body responds to his command. I crash headlong into the abyss, my orgasm ripping through me as Ryder chases his release.
I ride the aftershocks as he spills inside me, his hand moving from my throat up into my hair as his lips find mine. It’s the most intense orgasm of my life—a rush like no other.
When he’s done, he releases me and tucks his still-hard cock into his pants.
“Ryder…”
“You wanted it all. The depravity. Now, you can stay the fuck away from me outside of the kitchen.”
“Wait, Ryder.”
“You will fucking address me as Sir when my cum is dripping from your pussy. Get cleaned up. We’re leaving.”
“I can’t.” The rapid rise and fall of his chest transforms from desire to anger.
“Because you have a paying customer. Whatever he’s paying you for the night, I’ll give you double, but youareleaving right now. I’m taking you home, so you can either go out there and give him an excuse, or he can watch me sling you over my shoulder and walk out. Your choice.”
“I’m not taking your money.”
“My money is no different than his.” I make a move to clean myself up, but he stops me in my tracks, grabbing the paper towel from my hand. “You can leave my cum. I want it dripping down your legs as you tell that prick you’re leaving.”
“Ryder…” If only he’d let me explain.
“Sir, I’ve fucking earned that much.”
“Sir, I’m not a hooker.”
“Then, you’re seeing another guy behind my back. I don’t know which is worse.” He unlocks the restroom door and holds it open, his steely gaze fixed on me. I’m not a fucking child. If I want to be an escort, then I will. It’s none of his goddamn business.
“I’m going back to my table. Good evening, Ryder.” Before I know what’s happening, he scoops me into his arms and strides down the hallway toward the dining room.
“Put me down.”
“I told you what would happen. One way or the other, you’re leaving here with me.”
“No, I’m not. Put. Me. Down.”
“If you were mine…”
