The words carried weight beyond their simple meaning—a promise, a future, a foundation built on more than just passion or need. They'd found something rare in each other: acceptance without conditions.
Rolling her eyes, Tiffany responded playfully, “You’re taking my mother’s instructions about talking a bit seriously, aren’t you?”
“Don’t try to make light of how I feel about you. I'm serious.”
“Sorry, babe. Let me just say that I felt something pulling me to you almost from the beginning as well. I’ll never forget how you were drugged and in pain, but you still tried to protect me. You were stubborn and persistent, but your self-effacing sense of humor really got to me.”
“And you liked sucking my dick,” he reminded her with a smirk. “Don’t forget that part.”
Slapping him playfully on the arm, she chided, “I thought we were being serious here?”
“Ain’t nothing in this whole world more serious to me than you sucking my dick.” Grabbing her under the arms, Ryder turned and tossed her onto her back on the bed. “Well, there’s one thing more important than you sucking my cock.” Grabbing her panties, he ripped them off and quickly positioned himself between her legs. “Relax. I’m gonna take good care of you, sweetness.”
Before she could comment, he exhaled warm breath against her tender flesh. Pulling her open slightly, his talented tongue swiped against her sensitive clit. She’d forgotten exactly how good he was at oral sex. Tangling one hand in his hair, she urged him on. That tiny bit of encouragement was all he needed for his devilishly clever tongue to bend her to his will.
Oral with other men had been inconsistent, embarrassing, and at times they’d been oddly reluctant. Ryder seemed to crave it, never rushed the process, and seemed to take great pride in making her come more than once. Tonight, she was too needy to allow that. She needed his cock in the worst way. The moment he tipped her over into the first orgasm of the night, she urged him up.
“I need you inside me. Please, babe, don’t make me wait.”
Crawling eagerly up her body, he whispered seductively, “I do love it when you say please.”
Taking himself in hand, he covered his rod in her excitement before positioning himself properly for entry. Peering down at her, he asked teasingly, “Any chance of fucking you into submission tonight, baby?”
Skating her hands lightly down his chest, she slipped one hand around the base of his cock and cupped his balls with the other. Giving them both a firm tug, she answered breathlessly, “Anything’s possible, babe. Give it your best shot.”
Without further comment or hesitation, Ryder slid in partially. The stretch of taking all of him reminded her of exactly how well-endowed theman was. Rocking back and forth, he practically had to bully himself the first half of the way in.
“I’m not liking that tight little pussy so much. Think you could relax a little, sweetness?”
Taking a deep breath, Tiffany intentionally forced her body to go soft for him. It allowed that last bit of accommodation, and he finally bottomed out.
“Fuck, you are perfect.” Staring down at her, he frowned. “You gotta know that what we have is nothing like fucking a whore.”
Shock tore through her as she gazed up at him. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Rocking back and forth a little, he glanced away. “Me having my fill of fucking whores all those years is part of the reason you left me. I just want to be clear that whores are sex. It’s like scratching an itch that won’t go away otherwise. You and I are something totally different. Since I met you, I don’t even think of other women. I don’t have the urge to talk to them or wonder what they’d look like naked. If I’m being honest, they’re a bit of an annoyance to me. I’d be happy if they all disappeared tomorrow.”
“That is not a nice thing to wish, baby,” she said in a hushed tone, even though she secretly enjoyed hearing those words.
Smiling, he continued. “I crave what we have together. I need it like the air I breathe or riding my bike on the open road at sunrise. You’re critical to my well-being and happiness.” Glancing away again, he murmured, “I just wanted you to know that.”
Tiffany’s heart melted a little for her big, rough biker who clearly wasn’t used to talking about his emotions. “That’s the nicest thing a man’s ever told me when he had his dick in me.”
A slight smiled played around the edges of his mouth. “Always trying to be funny, ain’t you? Well, you’re on notice, sweet cheeks. I plan to take you back to our home, put a ring on that pretty finger of yours, and make a little Tiffany with you the very first chance I get.”
Loving that idea more than was prudent, considering their dangerous situation, she responded playfully, “Or we could make a little Ryder.”
Seeming a bit preoccupied, he muttered, “That would be real nice, too.” A moment of silence spun out between them. Just when she was beginning to wonder what he was thinking about, he said, “I’m gonna fuck you stupid now, ‘cause I’m about to goddamn explode.”
Why, oh why, had she ever thought this man was less than perfect? Lifting one of her legs, heslid it over his shoulder, and then lifted her hips from the bed. She recognized the pose. The first time he’d ever used it, she thought he was mimicking something he’d seen in a skin flick. Three thrusts in, and she began thinking of it as his set-the-sheets-on-fire position. It was truly one of her favorites. Running his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, she could see a thick layer of lust covering his excited expression.
Looking down to the place where their bodies joined, Ryder pulled out and immediately slammed back in. His upper lip came up slightly in a sexy snarl as he set a steady pace.
Bringing her hands up, Tiffany braced herself against the headboard. A good, rough fuck by a gorgeous biker was the one thing she was missing in life. And Ryder never was one to disappoint her in that regard.
Arching her back, she enjoyed the way Ryder’s broad, muscular shoulders looked hovering over her. His hand came down on her mound, and a thick, meaty thumb began circling her clit.
She gritted out, “Do not make me scream in my mother’s house.”