“I know, but it was fun to tease you with.” I said, but noticed the look in his eyes. “It bothers you that much?”
He carried me to the edge of the bed, kneeled before me, and ran his fingers along the anklet he gave me at Christmas. “I am just Rylie with you, please.”
“Is that what you are scared of? Of me finding out that you are Mr. Allen, and have it change how I see you.” I blinked in full realization that this was a very real fear of his.
His throat bobbed, and the grip on my foot tightened. He studied me for a long moment before his hand loosened just slightly as it ran up and wrapped around the anklet. “When I gave you this.” He gave me a soft kiss on the nose before he said, “It was a symbol of my dedication to you and only you. I promised to take care of you. To ensure that all your needs were met. Protect you in any way I can. You are my everything, and to have you look at me or treat me like Mr. Allen. I can’t bear that, Luce.”
“Oh, Rylie.” My heart broke for him. “My feelings for you have not changed one damn bit. If anything, the fact that you are still you, even after all this has happened to you, makes me love you all the more.”
One moment he was studying me with such intensity that I couldn’t help but squirm, and the next, his lips were crashing onto mine. When I resisted, he picked my hips up, and threw me up onto the bed.
“Luci…” His voice was full of that dominance that instantly made me wetter and ready for him. I could only give him a whined moan in response as I gave into his control.
“That’s my good girl.” He said, crawling up the bed to meet me.
I was half sitting up, and as he kneeled over me, he reached down, ran a thumb over my lips that I caught between my teeth, sucked, and ran my tongue along the tip. A purely devilish grin crossed his lips as his eyes trailed down my body. Then his fingers were sliding between the folds between my legs.
Two fingers teased the opening, but his eyes dragged up to me. When they met mine, they burrowed deep within me. “Who do you belong to, Luce?”
The question made my heart jump, then swell, as his fingers found that spot along the front wall, making me bow my back toward him. A loud moan was pulled from my lips as he repeated the motion.
“Sweetheart, answer me.”
“Hum?” I asked, not remembering what he had said. I was flying in the clouds. Rylie had always been able to bring me so much pleasure.
A low chuckle came from him as he withdrew his fingers from me and licked his fingers clean, his eyes not leaving mine. When he was done, he said, “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?”
“You, Rylie. Only you.” I panted.
“Yeah, you do.” He moaned as he thrust into me in a single stroke.
“Oh, fuck me!” I said under my breath.
Rylie chuckled and grabbed ahold of my ankles, spreading them wide to the side as he did just that.
Moments later, I was begging Rylie to let me cum. He reached down and flicked my clit, and I whimpered loudly. “Rye.”
“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He pressed on my clit again, and when I lost control, he pounded into me hard and fast, extending out my pleasure. He slowed as I came down and bent down to kiss me. Rylie lifted me to sit and moved one of the pillows and patted it.
I smirked at him, laid with my ass toward him, and my chest on the pillow he laid out. I felt the cool liquid run down the center of me, across my ass, and through my already wet pussy. His finger massaged and circled the rosebud before slowly entering me. In and out, before a second followed suit.
I pushed back against him as the head of his cock rubbed against my clit. I bit my lip and moaned. A small huffed chuckle from Rylie behind me, had me saying, “Are you just going to sit here and tease me, Rylie? Or are you going to fuck my ass like you have been wanting to all night?”
His fingers were gone, and then there was a smack that rang through the air, that was quickly followed by stinging heat and my moan. Another smack, and I felt myself quiver.
His hand rested on the small of my back. Rylie teased me by rubbing himself up and down me, before pressing against my ass. I groaned impatiently as the head of his cock popped in and then moving in a little further before Rylie started thrusting in short small strokes.
“God, Rylie.”
Slowly, he pushed into me more, and I bit down on the pillow to keep from screaming in pleasure. When he was fully within me, Rylie paused, ran his hand up my back, to wrap around my neck as he bent down and kissed my shoulder. He pulled me up, turning my head to face him, and kissed me as he pulled out an inch and then back in, slowly, gently.
I bit his bottom lip, and when he pulled out this time, he slammed into me with a force that took all the air out of my lungs. His other hand reached around and circled my clit, but there was something else in his hand, too. He slammed back into me and held me against him. One hand on my neck, the other between my legs, inserting a dildo into me. “I know it’s not the real thing, yet.”
“You know I want to explore. You also know how much I love having your cock and a dildo filling me, so—” My words were cut off as he turned the vibrator on, and a loud moan filled the room. “Oh fuck, Rye.”
“One day, sweetheart, but tonight, you are mine.”
“Then fuck my ass and make me cum.” Smiling over my shoulder, he bent me over and pounded into me. I met him stroke for stroke, feeling myself getting closer.
