Page 20 of One Wild Night

Chapter 9

Siena

Iwoke up the nextmorning to the feel of Ryan’s tongue lapping at my clit while he slid two fingers into my pussy. God, the man was insatiable, but I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. He definitely knew how to fuck better than anyone I’d ever been with. It’s like he’d already worked out my body perfectly, and knew exactly what to do to make it sing for him.

It wasn’t long before I was twining my fingers through his hair and holding him to me as I fought off my orgasm. Holy fuck, was I ready to explode. Ryan must have sensed that I was holding back, because he bit down on my clit hard, making me cry out in pure pleasure as my muscles contracted and I clenched down around his fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Let me drink that amazing fucking honey of yours.”

His words, along with the fact that his fingers curled and massaged that special spot inside me, sent me over the edge and I came harder than ever before. “FUCK ME!” I screamed, my back arching off the bed as my body convulsed.

“Oh, I plan to, baby. Don’t worry,” he teased cockily before diving back down in between my folds and lapping up my cum. “God you taste so fucking incredible.”

When he was satisfied, he began to kiss and lick his way up my naked body, pausing around my belly button for a moment, then my boobs. The whole time, I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

“Please, Ryan! Quit teasing me and just fuck me already!” I begged, grabbing his arms and pulling him up to me. The moment we were face to face, our lips crashed together. When our tongues met, I moaned, overwhelmed by the taste that exploded in my mouth—my own cum.

Without warning, Ryan lined himself up and thrust inside my dripping pussy, and the force was enough to make me break the kiss and throw my head back in ecstasy. I was so lost in the kiss that I never felt him slip a condom on. “Mmm, baby, I love the feel of your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. So fucking tight...so fucking perfect.”

I tried to respond, but the only sound that came out was a high pitched keening as he began thrusting harder and faster. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his back and dug my nails into his skin, pulling him closer to me. It was useless though, because no matter how hard I tried, I could never pull him close enough.

Time stood still as his cock massaged my g-spot with each thrust, and despite the fact that I tried to hold off my orgasm, it washed over me quickly. With a few more pushes of his hips, Ryan stilled. I opened my eyes and locked gazes with him as he came, and holy fuck! If I thought he was sex on legs before, it was nothing compared to watching the man cum. He was a fucking god, and damn did he have a quick recovery time.

It must have been after noon when we finally came up for air. I was getting a bit sore, but there was no way in hell I was going to say anything and miss out on more incredible sex with him. For the first time in years, I wasn’t hiding. I was Siena Clark, and it felt good.

The sound of my stomach grumbling was enough to finally pull Ryan out of his sex-driven haze, and we decided to take a few minutes to grab a snack. When he got up from the bed, however, it was me who needed to cool down. The guy had the body of Adonis—carefully sculptured perfection that I’d only ever imagined.

My eyes were locked on his naked ass as he bent down to pull a pair of boxers from his dresser, and as if he could feel them burning into his skin, he turned around wearing a very cocky grin.

“Maybe you should take a picture,” he teased, stepping toward the bed again. “It’ll last longer.” The movement caused his semi-erect cock to bounce, and my eyes to go from his face down south. I couldn’t help but lick my lips, and that seemed to be enough, because I watched him harden before my eyes. “See something you like, Siena?” he said huskily, taking another step toward the bed.

I could hear him talking, but his words weren’t making any sense. The only thing I could focus on was his cock, and how badly I wanted to taste his cum. Without responding, I got out of bed and closed the distance between us, dropping to my knees in front of him.

“It’s my turn,” I purred, reaching up to take him in my hand. He was about to protest, but his words trailed off the minute my tongue met his heated flesh. We both moaned together, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him all the way into the back of my throat, until my nose pressed flat against his stomach.

“FUCK YES!” he grunted, reaching down to run his fingers through my hair as I started to move back and forth along his length. Each time I would pull him in, I swallowed around him, and the groans that erupted from his chest were primal.

It wasn’t long before his fingers were tangled in my hair and he was holding me in place as he fucked my face. I brought my right hand up and started teasing his balls, which only served to excite him more. “God, baby,” he panted, “everything about you is so fucking perfect.” He paused to thrust a few more times, then continued. “Even your mouth was made to wrap around my cock.”

“Mmm,” I moaned in agreement as I brought my hands up and dug my nails into his ass.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I began sucking harder. I wanted him to cum this time, and I wasn’t about to let him pull away.

“Siena...baby...” He tried to take a step back, but I held him to me and hummed around him. “FUCK! I’m so fucking close, baby! I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep that up.”

After trying to step back again and being unable to, he lost his resolve and held my hair tighter, shoving his cock down my throat and holding me there.

“FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!” he roared a split second before I felt hot spurts of his cum streaming down my throat. I continued to suck and swallow around him, milking him for every drop.

When his body relaxed, I removed my hands from his ass and let him step back. What I didn’t expect was for him to fall on his knees in front of me and cup my face in his hands. The gesture was sweet and melted my heart, because for a moment, I could pretend it was real.

“My god, Siena, you are absolutely fucking perfect,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. “If only—”

I cut him off. “Stop, Ryan. Don’t say it, please. You know we can’t go there. You won a weekend with me in a bet, but that’s it. I go home tomorrow, back to Tony. We can’t start letting real feelings complicate things.” I took a deep breath and stared back into his eyes for a second before continuing. “It’s just sex, right?”

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