noia
“Ryder!”I’m practically sobbing his name by this point. “Don’t stop!”
“Look at you,” he murmurs, using his free hand to stroke my hair before tangling his fingers in it and giving it a tug. “So desperate. So beautiful as you beg me to make you come all over my fingers. I’m going to make you squirt so hard.”
His fingers start to thrust again and this time he adds his thumb into the mix, circling my clit, pumping his fingers even faster.
My breathing turns ragged, my soft cries echoing across the water.
“Such a good girl,” he encourages as my body starts to spark. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream my name so loud, you startle the birds from the trees.”
The pressure is building fast, my body tightening around his thick fingers as he relentlessly works me over. I’m teetering on the edge of something massive, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Oh, god! Ryder,I’m—I?—”
And then it hits me, a pleasure so intense my entire body literally convulses as the dam breaks. I feel a gush of wetness burst from my body, and I scream his name into the night as wave after wave takes over, blurring my vision.
“Goddammit, kitten,” he growls, voice thick with satisfaction as he keeps slowly pumping his fingers. “That was fucking beautiful.”
Panting and disoriented, all I can do is lie limp in his lap. I’ve never experienced anything that intense before—never knew my body was capable of it.
“Stand up.”
My panties are still tangled around my ankles, but I manage with help from his hands gripping my waist.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he orders, eyes burning with hunger as he unzips his jeans.
My legs are wobbly as I pull my T-shirt over my head and drop it on the ground, then my bra. The cool mountain air makes my nipples pebble even harder.
Transfixed, I watch with bated breath as he frees his thick, hard cock from the confines of his jeans.
“Come here,” he rasps, stroking himself slowly.
Legs trembling, I step between his legs, mesmerized by how the firelight is playing across the veins of his shaft. The head is glistening with pre-cum and he’s so fucking hard already.
“On your knees.”
Heart thundering against my ribs, I sink down before him and look up at him through my lashes.
“Suck,” he commands.
I moan, eagerly taking him into my mouth. His taste is intoxicating—sweet and salty, musk and male.
“Fuck,” he hisses, threading his fingers through my hair. “That’s it, take it all. Take me deep.”
Hollowing my cheeks, I work him with my tongue as he guides my head, setting a pace that has me struggling to take all of him. My hands grip his thighs, and his muscles flex beneath my fingers as he fights to maintain control.
“God, your mouth is so hot,” he groans, tightening his grip in my hair. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
I look up at him, watching his face. His eyes are hooded, jaw clenched tight, the tendons in his neck standing out as he watches his cock disappear into my mouth.
After a few more thrusts, he pulls away, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop.
“Enough.”
Standing, he spins me around and bends me over. Pressing a large hand between my shoulder blades, he holds me in position as he kicks my legs apart.
“Arch your back,” he commands, and I comply instantly, presenting myself to him.
