Page 65 of Ryder's War

Ryder’s chest puffed up with pride, and he proceeded to speed up his rough thrusting andadjusted his trajectory slightly until he was sliding across her G-spot with each stroke.

“Too much, baby. It’s too much,” she moaned.

“I already told you, sweetness. Only the biggest and best cock is good enough for my woman.”

Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on something else. Nothing could possibly distract her from the proper sex Ryder was intent on ensuring she had.

“Open those pretty blue eyes,” he commanded. “I need them on me. Better yet, watch me fuck you.”

Unable to resist his softly spoken command, Tiffany pushed herself up onto one elbow. Watching his thick cock moving in and out of her body was not only strangely hypnotic, but it was also kicking up her arousal to absurd levels.

“You like having a biker’s cock in your pretty pink pussy?”

“God yes,” she hissed. “Don’t stop.”

“Stop? Not a chance,” he swore. “I’m only getting started, baby.”

Coming down on top of her, he jerked his chin to the headboard. Knowing what he wanted, she braced herself against the headboard again.

Kissing the side of her neck, he whispered seductively, “Nothing in the entire world feels better than you coming around my cock.”

“Love it when you talk dirty, baby,” Tiffany murmured through her lust-filled haze. Lifting her other leg, she made room for him to settle in deeper.

Ryder, having an opportunistic streak a mile wide, immediately took advantage of her generous offer. Bringing his hand down, he began stroking her tender bud as he sucked on one pointed nipple. When he nipped at her breasts, she felt herself almost shatter.

“Come for me, Tiff. Let me feel your soft, warm body choking my cock.”

As if his filthy words controlled her mind and body, she bowed off the bed under him with the force of the mind-blowing orgasm. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her as he pounded out his own orgasm. It didn’t take long before his hips came to a stuttering stop and he went deep, filling her with his seed.

“Damn, woman, you slay me every single time.”His voice carried that perfect mix of satisfaction and awe that made her heart swell.

Curling into his side, Tiffany traced the crow tattoos on his ribs. Their reunion had been everything she needed, but reality was waiting downstairs. Tomorrow they'd face Stuart, and this time she wasn't running. She was standing her ground beside a man who'd proven he'd walk through fire for her.

“What's going on in that head of yours?” Ryder asked, his fingers playing with her hair.

“Just thinking about how different things are now,” she murmured. “A few months ago, I was running scared. Now I'm planning an ambush.”

His arms tightened around her. “We're doing this together this time.”

“Together,” she agreed, but her mind was already racing ahead to the trap she'd set—the one even Ryder didn't know about yet. Some battles needed to be fought alone, no matter how much you loved the person willing to fight them for you.

~ Tiffany ~

Morning light filtered through the kitchen windows as Tiffany basked in the afterglow of reunion. Each small reminder of the previous night felt like confirmation she'd made the right choice in coming back. Feeling like every inch the pervert, she squeezed her thighs together, just to feel the tiny reminder of where the man she loved had been for the better part of the night.

Slipping an extra piece of French toast onto the edge of his plate, she poured him some more orange juice. Ryder had turned into an eating machine of some sort. It made her chest hurt to think that he’d been neglecting himself becausehe was so worried about her. Nibbling on her own food, she listened to the conversation swirling around her.

Hickory spoke between mouthfuls of food. “I went over the information your father gathered, Tiffany. It looks like your ex is skimming cash off his father’s business and has been for years.”

Her mother interjected, “I don’t think his father would press charges if he knew.”

Ven spoke up next. “The IRS might object to him never claiming or paying taxes on that money.”

Sarah sighed. “We thought about that. His family would offer to pay restitution, and he’d get off with light sentencing.”

Tiffany found herself speaking without intending to. “We need to have a look in his basement.”

Everyone turned to look at her. Pushing past her initial propensity to freeze up, she cleared her throat. “Sometimes, he used to put me down there.”

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