“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I grunted above her.“I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.”
“Harder...”she begged.“God, Koen...I need more...”
Wanting this more than she did, I started thrusting into her as hard and as deeply as I could go, and it wasn’t long before Rya was wrapping her legs around my waist, holding on as I fucked her with everything that I had, determined to make her my girlfriend.
When she finally screamed out my name, I went harder and deeper, needing to drive her out of her goddamn mind, same as she was doing to me.Rya was a pleading mess as I began dropping sweat all over her, and my entire body was shaking with the need to flood her cunt with my seed, something that I’d never done before.
“Rya, baby...I’m cumming inside you,” I warned her, but she was too far gone to care.
“Koen...don’t stop...”
With every ounce of willpower that I possessed, I held on until Rya was cumming for me again, and when she did, I unloaded weeks of want inside her, my orgasm making white spots dance behind my eyes, the miracle of cumming inside a woman for the first time scrambling my brain.
Jesus fucking Christ.
When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I collapsed on her, my head resting on her tits, and I had no idea how I was ever going to find the strength to move from this position.In fact, how was I ever going to bring myself to leave her apartment in the morning?
Chapter 17
Rya~
Dalton was cleaning his station, and I was lucky that Ricki didn’t mind me keeping him company during his shift.Granted, the first time that Dalton had ever invited me here, Ricki had been sure to let him know that he was responsible for me, so there was no way that I’d ever do anything to get Dalton in trouble.
As for Ricki Summers, she was not what you imagined when you thought of a tattoo shop.Instead of being tatted up from head to toe or pierced every which way imaginable, she looked like a Sunday school teacher.She was five-foot-six, had light blonde hair, big hazel eyes, and she worked out regularly, giving her a very svelte figure.
She was also disciplined in Taekwondo, Krav Maga, and Jiu-Jitsu, so she was more than equipped to handle any trouble that may come her way with owning a tattoo shop on this side of town.The woman was also licensed to have a gun in the shop, and she was reputed to be the best tattoo artist in all the state.She was constantly attending ink expos, and I’d lost count of how many times one of her pieces had been showcased in a magazine or other.
All that just to say that she was very close to her staff, and because she understood that life did not give one fuck about what we wanted out of it, she made a point to know all her employees, so that coming together during a family emergency was never a problem.So, she knew that I was Dalton’s best friend, allowing me to loiter when it wasn’t too busy.
“I’m scared,” I admitted as Dalton did inventory on his ink bottles.
“No shit,” he retorted.“Ever since your mother left you guys, you’ve never been one to believe that you deserved good things, so having a real-life Prince Charming showing up in your life is probably really fucking with your head.”
“You know, there are times when your pep talks really suck,” I grumbled.
“The truth is a brutal mistress, and it’s not for the weak,” he replied heartlessly.
