Page 28 of Ryder

His groan makes me smile, even though he can’t see me. His tip brushes my clit and I widen my legs for him, wanting more. I’m sore, yes, but not as much as I thought I would be. I feel different. I don’t know if that’s just my imagination playing tricks on me, but he lit the fire inside me.

“They can’t. Nobody is gonna do exactly what you want like I can.”

I love how possessive and growly he is. It does something to a dark part of me that I haven’t explored yet. I listen to hiscommands; I do what he says. Does that make me a submissive? I’m definitely not a submissive in the real world, but I don’t mind Ryder telling me to get on my knees one little bit. Not if it means I get to please him.

His head pushes back and forth, just catching my clit as I push back. His fingers twist my nipple and I rest my head back onto his shoulder. His mouth at my neck and his dick teasing me turns me on so bad. I’m wet all the fucking time in his presence.

“Yes,” I groan. “Ryder, don’t stop.”

He rubs me as I feel my cheeks rising with heat, my body ready for what’s to come, and it doesn’t take long. The slight nudge of my clit is all it takes for me to spiral into a long, drawn out, colossal orgasm. His teeth sinking into my shoulder and the pinching at my nipple only makes it more intense. Before I’m done, he shifts and his tip is at my entrance.

I feel him reach, then he swears.

“What?” I pant.

“Fuckin’ out of condoms.”

“No, how?”

“Shit. You got any?”

I shake my head. “I don’t carry condoms around with me.”

He kisses my neck. “Good answer.”

“It’s okay,” I say. “I’m on birth control, and you could pull out… if you wanted.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I mean, have you been tested?”

“Yeah, I also always wear a condom, sometimes two.”

I wince at the idea of him with another woman. Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but okay. “It’s okay, Ryd. I want you raw. It feels better, right?”

“It does, but that’s not the reason?—”

“I want it.” I mean it with every fiber of my being.

“Babe.” He’s still circling my entrance, and I know I want this. I push back, trying to impale myself.

“Ryder, please,” I whisper. “I need you.”

He kisses my pulse point. “What you gonna do when you’re gone then?”

“Vibrator?” I suggest.

He laughs against my neck, then pushes all the way in with one thrust. “Fuuuuuck.”

I love what I do to him. I love the idea that I send him completely insane with my body. I cry out too, the sensation again, it’s different to the other times.

The bed squeaks as he begins to move in and out of me. He’s not as gentle as he was last night, and I don’t mind at all. It feels so good, so right.

“Ryder, right there,” I tell him.

“You ridin’ me last night, baby, it’ll stay in my head forever, you hear me?”

“Maybe we can make this an annual event?” I laugh.

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