Page 88 of Ryder

I replace my fingers with my tongue, fucking her relentless as her breathing comes in long, hot pants and I know she’s about to combust all over again. I’m rewarded with my name on her lips in quick, sudden succession, and then I’m riding her through another exquisite pleasure that makes my dick weep. I sheath my cock with one hand as she comes down from her high.

When I glance up, her eyes are closed and she’s breathing so rapidly, she can barely catch her breath. “Cat got your tongue?” I muse.

Her eyes pop open and she looks down at me. “You’re a very naughty man.”

“I aim to please.”

I haul her over my shoulder and she squeals. I smack her ass cheek playfully.

We haven’t played like this in a long, long time. I toss her on the bed and she scrambles backward. I stalk toward her, my dick aching to be inside her.

Her long, tanned legs widen, her chest heaving with her heavy pants, and those blue eyes beckoning me have me rock hard. My heart pounds in my chest with the anticipation, and the sexy dare she gave me with every look.

“You keep givin’ me that look and I’ll flip you over and fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked,” I warn.

Of course, that doesn’t deter my girl. Not even one iota. “Ryder, come here!” she demands.

I grip her thigh, roaming one hand up her leg. I fist my cock with the other. “Look what you've done to me.”

“Stop teasing and get inside me!” she admonishes.

I work my mouth up from her hip bone, all the way to her heaving chest. I lick and suck each nipple in turn, then kiss her neck, chin, nose, and finally her mouth.

She tugs me closer, her nails digging into my ass as she entangles herself around my body. I wish I could drag this out. Play with her body some more, send her to heaven and back several more times, but it’s been a while between dances, and I just can’t help myself.

While we’re kissing, I grip my cock, then finding her entrance, I slide all the way in to the hilt, jutting my hips when I’m finally seated inside. The breath leaves her body in a shock and I pull out, then slide back in, my hands gripping the sheets next to her head.

I’m holding back and she knows it. She grips those nails into my ass even harder and says, “Fuck me, Ryder. I need you.”

And who am I to object? I don’t hold back. I pull out and slam into her, rocking my hips back and forth with gusto as I nail herto the mattress. She feels so good. Her pussy tightening around me as I take my fill.

“So tight,” I growl. “So fuckin’ perfect.”

“I love you,husband,” she whispers. “I love you so much.”

I pound into her. In and out. In and out. “You like bein’ my naughty littlewife, don’t you?”

“I can be your naughty wife any day of the week.” Her cheeks are flushed as she tilts her hips, trying to get me even deeper inside her.

“Is that because I taught you well?”

She laughs. “No, it’s because I love that big cock of yours.”

Touché.

I ram it home, tilting my hips so my pubic bone grazes her clit. She grips the pillows behind her in her palms and comes gloriously. It’s my undoing. Seeing her like this; pent up. Horny as fuck. Wanting me with every inch of her being as I do her. It’s too much. “I love you,” I roar, stilling as I spill inside her.

I hover above her until I’ve emptied my load. Crystal hasn’t been on the pill for about two years. We’ve been trying for another baby, but tensions have been running high because we both want another kid, but it hasn’t happened fast like it did with Ade.

We’ve fought. We’ve said things we didn’t mean. We’ve made up. It’s what couples do, but one thing that has never wavered is our love for one another. I’d do anything for her, and have. But her words today have resonated inside me. Maybe I do need to slow down. We’re doing okay. Even without my mom’s unwanted inheritance, we’ve both worked hard. I’ve prided myself on providing for my family without any handouts from her parents. When they asked if we’d accept money for Aidan’s college fund, I agreed on the proviso that it’s up to him if he wants to go to college. I want him to have an education, of course, but he’s also okay to go to trade school or get anapprenticeship just like I did. Now I have my own shop, I’m at the point where I can slow down. I take every shift I get offered at the Vault — the club’s gentleman's bar downtown — but tonight made me realize something: I’ve been doing that because I’m scared. I worry about money and failure. Not being enough or being poor. I never want to be poor ever again. And I won’t be. We’ve both worked hard to add to our nest egg and make our home what it is, so maybe I can slow down.

Proving my worth is only in my head, not in my wife’s or my club. The amount of times Cash has scolded me for not being home, I’ve lost count. It isn’t because I don’t want to be home, I do, but again, those insecurities have always tugged at me deep inside.

“I’m gonna cut back at work,” I huff.

Crystal blinks a couple of times. “That’s what you’ve got to say after fucking me stupid?”

I grunt, pulling out as I roll off her onto my back. I stare at the ceiling. “No. But I realized somethin’ in all of this mess, Sugar. I want to be around more. Do more shit with you and Aidan. I can’t remember the last time I got to take him to school.”

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