Ryker’s body tensed, and he squeezed her tight against his body in a crushing embrace. “Fuck, Willow,” he groaned, pulsing inside her.
He paused for a moment to recover, his breath heavy against the crook of her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair again, dragging her nails across his scalp.
She hadn’t expected any of this. But somehow, trapped in a remote cabin with two dangerous men, she felt safe. It had to be the alcohol making her think that—making her sense of self-preservation falter.
They aren’t like Billy. I just know it.
Billy never would have cared that her shoulder was sore. Ryker was upset, but he still cared not to hurt her during this little “lesson”.
Willow clutched onto him harder, not wanting to let go of what she had at the moment.
Even if it wouldn’t last.
Chapter 21
Ryker
Willow slumped against him and he chuckled. “You think I’m done with you?”
Ryker dropped her down onto the bed, her perfect little tits bouncing in her lacey bra. He slid out of her, and with it followed a trail of cum. He dipped his fingers into her, pushing it back inside before smearing the rest over her swollen clit. He wanted to bite that little ring.
“Are you ready to come?” he asked as he moved in slow circles.
“Yes… please,” she moaned, bucking her hips.
Ryker leaned forward to kiss her. He’d meant what he said about devouring her screams. He wanted her to come until she couldn’t walk anymore. “Do you like it when I finger you with my cum?”
“Oh my God, yes.”
He couldn’t help the grin that took over his face. That was definitely the truth. That’s what he wanted from her. “Good, because you’re fucking mine, Willow.”
Something unsure flickered in her heated gaze. He didn’t like that. He thrust two fingers back into her and ground his palm against her clit.
Distract her so she can’t look at you like that.
It had his desired effect as he got rougher—she liked it rough. Her lips parted, and he claimed her mouth as a harsh sound escaped. “That’s right,” he breathed. “I want you to scream for me.”
“What about Ezra?” she asked, her brows furrowing as she tried to stay quiet.
“I want him to see.” He dragged his tongue across the scar on her jaw. “I want him to see you fall apart for me while filled with my cum.”
That did it. She cried out as her whole body trembled against him. True to his word, his lips crashed against hers, consuming every sound she made.
God, he wanted this all the time. He wantedherall the time and not just to fuck. He wanted to take her to try all the sake she wanted at Michiko’s—he wanted to play Final Dawn with her and Ezra.
Ez.
He tried to push aside the knowledge she had already come for him. It stirred a deep urge to claim her as his own, but somehow it wasn’t as strong as he thought it would be. Ezra was his best friend and a great partner in the shitty work they were forced to do. Maybe he even kind of liked the thought of Ezra with her—the thrill of having to take her back repeatedly.
Ryker didn’t stop. He kept finger-fucking her through the orgasm. Her legs jerked, like she was trying to scoot away fromthe intensity. He couldn’t make out enough of her in the dark, and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to trace the designs inked into her perfect skin with his teeth.
“You aren’t done yet,” he said, pressing his lips to her tear-streaked cheek. He could feel his cock stirring, aching to be back inside her.
“It’s too much!” Her nails dug into his forearm. “Fuck! Fuck!”
Finally, he was hard enough to sink back into her. She was so perfectly loud as he fucked her through the second orgasm. Soon, he was right there with her, capturing her lips with his as they rode that impossible high together.
Willow went lax, her chest heaving and eyes watery. He rolled to the side, regretting that the position wouldn’t let him stay buried. He slapped her pussy, making her yelp.
