His tongue circles my clit before dipping lower, tasting me as his hands grip my thighs to keep me spread open for him. I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging when he hits a particularly sensitive spot.
“Rye…” I beg.
His only response is sliding his tongue inside me, his nose brushing against my clit. My hips buck against his face, chasing the pleasure that’s building with every lick, every suck.
“Not yet,” he says, voice rough with desire. “Remember the rules.”
I whimper in frustration, my body aching for release.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I lift my head to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with hunger, lips glistening with my arousal.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he says. “Spread out on our kitchen island, so needy and wet.”
He lowers his head again, but this time he sucks my clit between his lips, applying just the right amount of pressure. Then, he shoves three fingers inside me to continue their relentless rhythm.
“Fuuuck!”
His answering growl vibrates against me, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.
“So close,” I gasp, tension coiling tighter and tighter with each swirl of his hot tongue as my hips buck against his face.
He pulls away only long enough to say, “Go ahead, kitten.”
With his permission, I come with a scream, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over me. Ryder doesn’t let up, working me through my orgasm until I go limp.
When he finally lifts his head, his chin is glistening with my arousal, eyes dark and hungry.
Legs still trembling, he grabs my hips and yanks me off the counter. My feet barely touch the ground before he’s spinning me around and bending me over.
Pressing his hand firmly between my shoulder blades, he pushes me down against the cool surface, kicking my feet apart.
The metallic sound of his belt buckle is followed by the rasp of his zipper. Trembling with anticipation, I’m already aching for more.
The blunt head of his cock presses against me before he slams inside, burying himself to the hilt. I scream, hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth countertop.
“Fuck, kitten,” he groans, drawing back only to thrust hard again.
His hand comes down hard on my ass, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through my body. “You’ve dreamt about me doing this haven’t you?” he growls, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
I gasp as he smacks the other cheek, leaving what I know will be a perfect handprint. “God, yes!”
The pace he sets is punishing, each thrust driving into me harder and harder. His hand comes down on my ass again, pain blending with pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good,” he pants, fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me back to meet each thrust. “Always so tight around my cock.”
I can only moan in response, pushing back to meet each brutal thrust.
Quickening his pace, each stroke hits the perfect spot deep inside as the sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with our desperate moans.
“You take my cock so well,” he pants, releasing my hair to reach around and find my clit. “Already close again, aren’t you?”
I groan in response, his fingers working me as my second orgasm starts to build.
“Can you come for me again, baby?” His thrusts become erratic as he nears his own release. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock so hard.”
Suddenly, I shatter, crying out his name. My inner walls clench, triggering his release as he drives into me, emptying himself with a hoarse groan.
