So hard he forced my body into the leather of his sofa, his weight on top of me as he ravaged me from behind in another three hard strokes.
Ryan didn’t pull out straight away. He lay there, his body on top of mine, thick tattooed arms either side of my head, my face pushed into the sofa. Our chests rose and fell together. Something trickled warm down my leg.
“I’m going to pull out now, Soph. Might hurt a bit,” Ryan muttered softly, pushing his weight off me.
I felt him move. Felt him ease his dick slowly out of me. Our combined juices let it slide out gently, but still my insidesached with every millimetre his cock travelled out of me. I exhaled slowly, swallowing the little gasp of discomfort.
He stood for a while, looking down at me as I watched him over my shoulder, too exhausted to move. My naked body on show and at his mercy, and something warm and fuzzy dulling every other sensation.
Chapter Twenty Four
Sophie draped over the sofa, half propped up on her elbows. She glanced at me over her shoulder, her eyes not really focusing, lids half-closed. Still on all fours, her arse pointed up towards me, the inside of her thighs glistening with my cum and her own wetness. It dribbled down the leather from where she’d squirted again as I fucked her.
She breathed hard still, and I watched her tits bob as her chest moved. Her hips swelled out at the sides, full and well covered. Her flesh had bulged deliciously under my fingers as I’dgrabbed her hips and pulled her onto my cock. In front of me she sighed, pushing up onto wobbly legs, and then collapsing back onto the sofa.
“Steady, Soph,” I said as she rolled onto her back, luscious tits billowing across her chest, her nipples still erect.
I bent down, scooping my arms under her and pulling her into my chest.
“Ryan?”
“Bedtime, Grey.”
“Where?”
“My bed.”
“Oh…”
Sophie shivered against my chest, her skin hot to the touch, but the air around us was cold and growing colder. The house needed updating, desperately, but with my time mostly at the clubhouse or on the road, it had never been my priority.
I nudged the duvet back with the tips of my fingers, sliding Sophie across to the middle of the bed and climbing in after her. For a moment she didn’t move, but then I felt her body relax and she shuffled back into me, her arse pressing into my groin. Pressing my eyes closed, I took two deep breaths. One to still my cock, the other to stop my heart pounding against her. I didn’t want to fuck her again just yet. Not just yet. I wanted to feel this. Having her in my bed. In my arms. Her body against mine.
She still smelt warm. Remnants of perfume fading, bleeding into the heat of her skin, the scent lighter. Soft salt and something deeper. A hint of before we started. I pulled her closer, my fingers splayed over her stomach. The movementchased the scents. Musk now. Something warm and earthy. The mix of us both between our legs.
“Ry?” her voice was faint as she fought sleep.
“Yes, darlin’?”
“I’ve never been to your house before.”
“I know, Soph. Back then…”
“You were worried I’d think less of you?”
“Yeah. Your place was so posh. Massive. You even had a garden. I just lived in my Granda’s box room.”
“I wouldn’t have cared. I never did then.”
“Do you now?” I felt my chest tighten as I asked.
“I don’t and never did care where you came from, Ry.”
“We didn’t have much, me and Granda. Not like you.”
“I know.”
“He left me this place in his Will, you know?” Sophie’s head ducked down, dusting over my forearm in a brush of a kiss. “We hardly had two pennies to rub together when I was young. When he died, he had nothing. But this place. Mam tried to challenge the Will. Challenge the fucking roof over my head. She would have won if the club hadn’t stepped in while I was in prison.”
