Page 83 of Playboy For Hire

I spread my legs wide, giving him access. He moved in between my legs, lining the head of his cock up with my hole.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Do you really need me to answer?”

Ryder laughed and pressed in.

He moved slowly, clearly trying not to overwhelm me. I was grateful for that, because God, he was thick. No matter how much prep we’d done, it was still a lot of dick to accommodate.

I breathed deeply, letting my body adjust, and when I nodded, he pressed in further. It was so fucking good to be filled by him. I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure. So much for being quiet.

When I opened my eyes again, Ryder was staring down at me with a look of wonder.

“You feel incredible,” he breathed.

“The feeling is mutual.” I laughed, delighted and surprised and yet not surprised at all—some part of me had always known this would be perfect.

“You’re so tight.”

He thrust his hips experimentally, sliding more of his cock in until he was fully sheathed. I inhaled as he pressed into me, the weight of his body keeping all of him inside me.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I exhaled. “Just go slow for a minute.”

“I can do whatever you want me to do. Fuck, you feel so good.”

He held himself motionless for a long moment, then slowly began to draw his cock out before sliding it in again. I breathed in time with his movements, feeling my ass stretch and give in to his cock. I felt complete with him inside me.

I hipped up off the mattress, matching his motions, loving the press and thrust. My whole body felt turned on, electrified. Even my fingertips tingled. It had been so long since I’d felt this connected with anyone.

As Ryder sped up, I let my head fall back on the pillow, taking everything he could give me. His cock created a rhythm that built waves of pleasure in me, and I could feel tightness building in my core. Then he shifted, his cock angling to press against my prostate, and I couldn’t keep myself quiet anymore.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” I whined. “Fucking hell.”

I wanted him to know that what he was doing was working, and he grinned, hitting that spot over and over again.

“God, you’re gonna make me come,” I breathed. Was it a warning? A cry of triumph? I wasn’t sure.

“I want to watch you come,” Ryder said, his voice almost a growl. “I want to watch you come with me deep inside you.”

I whimpered, my hand moving to my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Pleasure mounted and tightened, pushing me to the edge, and then over. I came, spilling into my hand, onto my stomach and chest, even getting a few drops on him.

I moaned wordlessly as I rode the high of my orgasm, my brain turning off, my body filled with nothing but sensation. My hand fell away from my cock, lying limply on the mattress, and I groaned as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ryder said. He reached down, swiped a finger through the cum on my stomach, and brought it to his mouth, licking it clean.

It was almost too much, with his cock still pumping inside me, but with the way he was looking at me, his eyes filled with desire and need, there was no way I was telling him to stop. So I took it, wave after wave of stimulation, until, with a final groan, Ryder’s thrusts went wild. His whole body shuddered, then stilled, then shook again, as his orgasm rolled through him. He pumped into me over and over, slower with each thrust, until finally, he came to a stop.

“Fuck,” he said. “Oh, holy fuck.”

He collapsed down onto me, his cock still lodged deep inside. The cum on my chest smeared across his body too, but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed me, and I could taste the tang of my cum on his tongue.

I don’t know how long we lay there, sweaty and hot, pressed together. Finally, Ryder laughed, a low rumble that I felt against my chest.

“We should probably clean up before everything dries and we’re cemented together.”

He pulled out of me, taking hold of the condom and throwing it in the trash. He handed me some tissues, then worked on cleaning himself up.

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