“Yes, but you say that every morning, and then you end up screwing me instead of helping me.”
She tried desperately to scoot away, and even went so far as to kick at the mountain of boxes, but it did nothing to help her escape. Shoving a box aside, she glowered at me with how easy it was.
“No showing off.”
Holding out a hand and approaching like she was a frightened kitten, I gently tugged at the bottom of her dress that was snagged on a box. “Better?”
She shuffled a little further, but was still wedged, and that was just fucking perfect for me.
“Ryder,” she warned as I slid between the boxes, taking my thick cock in my hand and stroking it as I imagined how I was going to take her.
“I’m going to be late,” she said breathlessly, her eyes going wide as her chest heaved with need.
Fuck, that was the look. “Doesn’t matter what you do,” I grumbled. “I gotta have you now.”
“But…I’ll be late.”
“I hear you know the owner,” I said, pouncing in the next second.
My lips slammed into hers as the same moment, I tore the thin strap down her arm, inadvertently ripping it.
“Ryder,” she moaned, “that was a new dress.”
“It’s fucked now,” I hissed, tearing the rest from her body.
Her breasts popped free, and my lips immediately skimmed over her perfect skin as I cupped her breast in my palm. Fuck, the weight of them, the way she reacted when I slid my thumb over her nipple.
Fucking beautiful.
Kicking a stack of boxes over, I hauled her into my arms and made my way back to the bed, barely flopping down on it before I was tearing her panties from that sweet pussy, and shoved my thick cock inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, bottoming out inside her. “So fucking perfect, Ellie.”
“I still haven’t lost that?—”
I covered her mouth with my hand, not interested in hearing how she thought she was too heavy or needed to lose the weight she gained when we were apart.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I whispered, sliding out before thrusting hard back inside her. “You’re fucking perfect. Do you hear me?”
She rolled her eyes, which just set me off. I slid my hand from her breast down to her thigh, up to her knee. I really didn’t want to leave the warmth of her pussy, but my Ellie needed to be taught a lesson, and I had a way that would be pleasurable for both of us.
“What the fuck do I have to prove to you that you are fucking perfect to me?”
I slid out of her heat, raising an eyebrow at me.
She pushed up on her elbows and glowered at me. “Ryder, put that cock back in me right now!”
Shaking my head slowly, I ran my tongue along the inside of her knee, licking all the way down to her pussy.
“You’re too fucking worried about how you look.”
“Because I’m fat!”
“You are not fat,” I growled, pissed that she even thought that. “Not even fucking close. You’re not stick thin, but I happen to love every inch of you.”
“Right,” she snorted.
Sliding my fingers leisurely around her pussy, I waited for her to grow irritated with me teasing her, which only took a minute. When her eyes connected with mine, I made sure she was perfectly clear on where I stood.
