I swallow hard, staring at his hard cock. The length is scary enough on its own, but coupled with the girth... no wonder I was sore for two days after he shoved that monster inside me.
It’s a miracle it fit without rupturing something.
He climbs onto the bed, leaning over me, his mouth latching onto mine in a bruising kiss. I reach between us, grasping him at the base to check my eyes aren’t playing tricks on me.
They’re not. He’s thick. The tips of my fingers barely meet while I stroke him up, up, up... it’s a long way to the top.
“We need lube,” I mutter. “You’ll rip me open with that.”
He smirks, sucking my bottom lip. “That’salready been inside that tight pussy of yours without ripping you open. You’re drenched, Bianca. There’s a wet patch on the sheets to prove it, but if you want lube, you’re getting lube.”
He straightens again, reaching into the nightstand drawer.
He moves between my legs, squirting a hefty amount of the clear gel over my pussy. He spreads it everywhere with two fingers, coating my entrance, pushing some inside, and smearing the rest over his length.
Finally, he gets in position, the anticipation coiling around my neck like a gloved hand. His lips hover over mine, and his hips angle until he’s perfectly aligned.
“Relax. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you. Not in bed, not out of it. I’ll give you three minutes to adjust.”
“And after that?”
“I’ll make you scream.” He pushes his hips forward, filling me, eyes glued to mine.
For a man who promised to fuck me through the mattress, he’s extraordinarily careful.
Air leaves my lungs in a long, shaky puff when he bottoms out inside me. Ryder groans, his arms bending at the elbows. He falls lower, the warmth of his chest seeping into my skin, the taut muscles brushing my nipples. He pulls his hips back, simultaneously taking my lips in a deep, erotic kiss.
I grasp his shoulders, pulling him in, a feverish need consuming me whole. I want more. Closer. Deeper.
He pulls out and pushes back in, the tempo steady, slow, careful... but it doesn’t stay like that long.
Once he’s thrusting with ease, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size without anything snapping, Ryder hooksmy knee over his shoulder. I feel the lack of exercise from that eight-month-long celibacy in my thigh muscle burning as he leans over me again, his mouth in the crook of my neck.
“Ready for me?” he asks, kissing and nipping the sensitive spot below my ear.
He’s balls-deep, holding still, one hand in my hair, the other spreading me open wider.
“Make me scream.”
I feel him smile before he inches back, his forehead dropping to mine as his hips retreat.
He powers forward, the thrust so intense I’m scooped up the bed. He does it again. And again. Over and over, he gains momentum, then eases up every few thrusts to push in as deep as possible, then resumes the frantic tempo.
My moans fill the room; my hands grasp his back, his arms, his head. Our lips find each other rather than falling apart. We’re kissing, then he’s sucking my lip, then I’m biting his shoulder. I arch back, not far off crawling out of my skin.
This is more than I’ve ever experienced. Every thrust sends ripples of pleasure through my system. My orgasm builds and Ryder’severywhere. His breath fans my forehead, cheeks, lips. His hands hold on to my hip, waist, throat, and again, from the top.
“There, right there,” he tuts against my forehead, lifting his head enough to watch me. “Right there, Bianca. Don’t hold it. Come for me. Show me how good this feels.”
Another five thrusts while his dark eyes stare into mine, and the orgasm rattles through me, so potent my ears ring. I bow off the bed, clinging to him, my leg, the one draped over his shoulder, shaking uncontrollably.
“Oh, oh... God... this... it’s—” My words dissolve into a mewl when the orgasm crests.
“God’s not here. You’re welcome to worship at my altar instead, Winter.”
I grasp his shoulder, unsure whether I want to shove him away because he’s still moving, prolonging the high that’s almost unbearable, or if I want to yank him down and feel the full weight of him over my clammy body.
His fingers sink into my flesh as he holds me in place, the tempo of his hips rocking against me never faltering.
