Page 43 of Between the Ropes

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Ryan’s house is massive, bigger than I imagined. It sits on a huge piece of property, surrounded by tall shrubs and an iron fence that gives it a secluded, private feel. The outside is meticulously kept, just like everything else in Ryan’s life—clean, organized, deliberate. When we pull up, I’m in awe of the size, the grand stone exterior, and the perfect landscaping.

“Wow,” I breathe out as we step through the front door. The entryway is enormous, with high ceilings and walls lined with wrestling memorabilia. Ryan’s entire career is here on display, from framed photos of his biggest matches to signed posters and belts hanging in sleek glass cases. It’s like stepping into a museum dedicated to him.

“Make yourself at home,” Ryan says with a smirk, watching me as I take it all in. I’m speechless, just wanderingthrough, running my fingers over the smooth surfaces, admiring everything around me.

He shows me around, the grand living room, the gourmet kitchen, the patio with a pool that overlooks the vast, private property. But when we get to the bedroom, that’s when things change.

“Leave your bags here,” Ryan murmurs, his voice low and full of intent.

I barely have time to process before his hands are on me, rough and insistent, gripping my waist as he lifts me effortlessly. My breath catches, my body instantly reacting to the dominance in his touch.

“There’s no fucking way I’m not taking you in this bed right now,” he growls, and before I can respond, I’m weightless for a second—thenfalling.

I gasp as my back hits the soft mattress, the world tilting as he towers over me. His gaze is dark, wild, heavy with possession as he rips at my clothes, peeling them away with a desperation that sends a rush of heat straight to my core.

“Fuck,” he breathes, dragging his hands over my bare skin, his chest rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths. The way he looks at me—like he’s starving, like I’m the only thing he’ll ever crave—makes my skin flush.

Then his clothes are gone too, stripped away in seconds, revealing every perfect, powerful inch of him. Every muscle ripples as he moves over me, his body tense with restraint he’s fast losing.

The moment his mouth crashes against mine, all thought disappears. His kiss ishungry, consuming, his tongue claiming every part of me as his hands roam, gripping, teasing,owning. I arch into him as his rough palms find my breasts, kneading, his thumbs flicking over my hardened nipples until I’m whimpering into his mouth.

“You like that, baby?” His voice is pure sin as he drags his mouth down my neck, over my collarbone, his breath hot against my skin. “You need more?”

I barely manage a nod before his lips close around one aching peak, sucking hard, his tongue flicking mercilessly. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, my back arching as he moves lower, trailing fire over my stomach, leaving a path of open-mouthed kisses that make my pulse skyrocket.

I feel his breath against my inner thighs before I even register how wide he’s spread them.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his voice thick with need as his fingers trace over my slick folds. “So wet for me already.”

I shudder as his tongue replaces his fingers, teasing me in slow, devastating strokes, his grip tightening on my hips when I try to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Ryan—”

He growls against me, the vibration sending a shockwave through my entire body. “You’re not going anywhere, baby.” His hands slide under my thighs, holding meopenas he devours me, his tongue plunging deep, twisting, curling—driving me higher and higher until I’m trembling, gasping, barely able to form words.

When he looks up, his molten brown eyes locking onto mine, my stomach flips.

“You taste so fucking good,” he rasps before flicking his tongue over my clit again, slow and torturous, his grip tightening when I moan helplessly. “Give me all of it, baby. Come all over my tongue.”

A sharp cry rips from my throat as pleasure explodes through me, my body arching off the bed as I come apart in his hands. My thighs clamp around his head, but he doesn’t stop—he keeps licking, tasting, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until I’m shaking, completely undone.

“Ryan,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair. “I need you. Now.”

His groan is low and dark as he pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glazed with raw desire.

“Yeah?” His voice is thick, teasing. “You need my cock inside you?”

I nod frantically, my body still pulsing with aftershocks, aching for more.

Ryan wastes no time. He kneels between my legs, his thick cock standing hard and ready, the head glistening with precum as he strokes himself once, twice. The sight alone makes my breath hitch.

“You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I moan, my nails digging into his biceps as I wrap my legs around his waist. “I need you.”

With a guttural growl, he thrusts into me, filling me in one deep, powerful stroke. My cry is swallowed by his mouth as he kisses me hard, swallowing every gasp, every moan as he starts to move.

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