Sensation bolts through my center to land in my clit.
Ryder goes still. “Too much?”
I run my hands down his back, wrapping my leg around his hip. “No. More.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I feel tender and raw and achy everywhere.
More, please.
We both moan when he pushes inside me. I’m sore to the point of pain. I’ve never had sex that many times in one night. Not even close.
To be honest, I didn’t think it was possible. But no joke, Ryder and I fuckedfive timessince we got into bed after dinner.
Five.
Now we’re going for round six. Even though I’m exhausted and scared and in pain, I couldn’t stop if you paid me.
Ryder sinks into me slowly. All the while drawing lazy circles on my clit with his fingers. His mouth is on my tits. My neck.
I make an embarrassingly high-pitched sound when he starts to thrust. At the same time, my cunt spasms around his length.
“Already close, huh?” He’s chuckling again.
I nod, lost in the mindfuck of being filled by this man in every sense of the word but not being able to see any part of him.
He rests his forehead on mine. It’s damp with sweat, and now it’s my heart that spasms. It’s taking real effort on his part to hold back. Go slow. Be gentle. He fucked me hard and fast last night, over and over again, his strokes punishing, his body taut with tension and the need to rut.
But this? This is something else entirely. It’s not fucking. Not even sex.
This is beingloved. Tended to.
He patiently brings me to orgasm, his thrusts luxuriously slow, his fingers gentle. I surrender to the release, unable to do anything except whisper his name as I hang onto his neck for dear life.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers back, lowering his weight onto mine so I’m pinned to the mattress. “You’re everything. I wanna make you mine like this every morning, yeah?”
Coming down from the high of my orgasm, I feel like I’m floating in a warm, calm ocean. He comes inside me with a grunt, going still. The first time he did it, he asked before it happened.Baby, I really wanna come inside you, but you gotta tell me it’s okay, yeah?
I said okay that time, and the time after that too. He got the picture then.
Is it wrong that I like the sensation of being filled by him this way? I already feel his cum leaking out between our bodies. There’s always so much of it.
Jesus, am I really fantasizing about Ryder getting me pregnant?The idea makes my cunt flutter.
He stays on top of me for a minute, breathing hard.
“I don’t wanna take you home.” His lips brush mine. “Can I just keep you in my bed all day?”
I laugh, running my fingertips over his back the way he likes. “We’re only two days away from the weekend.”
“I can’t wait that long. Can you?”
“No.”
A ripping sensation in my chest has me closing my eyes. “We have to talk to Colt.”
“I know. You still think your mama and daddy are gonna let you spend the night, even if they know my intentions are good? I know they’re…uh, let’s call it ‘traditionally minded.’”
