“You’re beautiful,” I say, slowing my pace. I trace the curve of her hips, addicted to the way she shivers under my touch.
She leans forward, her hair brushing my face, lips hovering over mine. “Beautiful? I thought I was cruel.”
“You’re both.” I drag her down for a kiss, my cock pumping in and out of her in a lazy tempo.
Lazy, but precise, the head poking her G spot every time. She moans in my mouth, and moves that sweet ass, meeting every unhurried thrust. I swear under my breath, arching into her like I can’t get enough.
I can’t. She’s stolen everything I had to give. Didn’t ask for permission, just barged into my life, claiming me for herself.
She trails a path of small kisses down my jaw, and I grip her tighter. She clings to me, moans, drives me feral with the love bites she leaves all over my neck.
“Marking your territory?”
“Can’t touch you in public,” she whispers, smiling against my skin. “But this...” She sucks another spot until I’m sure a pink mark has appeared. “Should keep any women who dare to come near you away.”
“I only have eyes for you.”
She rocks against me again, the slap of flesh hitting my ears. The way our bodies meet will drive me insane if we keep this up much longer. I grip her hips harder, barely holding on to the little control I have left.
There’s abangnext. Loud, and—
“Ryder? Where the hell are you?” Koby’s voice thunders across the apartment, shattering our moment.
Bianca freezes, her eyes widening when footsteps start.
I drop my head back against the pillows. Is this punishment for interrupting Broadway?
“Unbe-fucking-lievable.”
“Don’t stop,” Bianca whispers, shifting her hips. “You’re not done.” She looks over her shoulder. “Just a minute!” she yells, rocking against me in a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes my cock stutter inside her.
She drags her fingers down my chest. “Fuck me, Ryder. We’re not leaving this room until you come.”
She owns me, this woman.
I wouldn’t even consider this if anyone else was riding me. I’m caught between two opposing forces, unfiltered frustration and the kind of need that burns through everything else.
“You’re serious?” I ask, though my hips are already lifting, meeting hers.
“Dead serious.”
The footsteps grow louder, followed by a knock on the bedroom door. “Ryder!”
“I saidjust a minute!” Bianca snaps, anger clear in her voice. “Sit your ass down in the living room and wait.”
Koby laughs a two-drinks-too-many laugh. I think it’s sad that I know him so well I recognize it.
“Damn. Make her come, man. She’s mean when she’s frustrated.” His footsteps retreat, but his voice returns. “I’m raiding your liquor cabinet. Don’t take forever.”
Once the liquor bottles are rattling in the living room, Bianca looks back down at me.
“Where were we?” I ask.
“Come for me,” she coos in my ear. “I want to feel you swell and twitch.”
That does it. Every nerve in my body catches fire, the interruption long forgotten. I fill my hands with her hips again, lift her a little and power in, resuming the relentless tempo from the beginning.
Her wet pussy, the way she clenches around me... it’s too much and not enough at the same time. Each thrust pulls me closer to the edge of a violent orgasm. Bianca’s almost there, too, her staccato moans a dead giveaway.
