Page 65 of Bite Your Tongue

“Y—yes,” she stammers as I fuck her harder, my body smashing into her beautiful ass.

“Looks like we have company,” I utter against her neck, keeping my eyes on the three people as they pass by.

No one gives our room so much as a glance, but I don’t stop fucking her because when she realizes we might be seen, her pussy only gets wetter, helping me to slide in and out with ease.

“Fuck me, you take my dick so good, baby.” I move my hands to the glass and thrust harder and faster.

No matter how rough I’m being, her hips move with me, taking every inch so perfectly.

Her head drops forward, touching the glass. “Ry—Ryder,” she moans. “Please … come with me,” she croaks out. “I’m ready.”

“I’m right there with you.” I keep my mouth against her neck, sucking in breaths like my life depends on it. “Come on my dick, baby. It’s all yours. Only yours.” My groin tingles, and when I’m seconds away from blowing myself inside of her, I bite her neck. “Coming inside what’s mine, Saylor. Claiming you with my cum.”

“Yes,” she cries, bucking her ass against me as her orgasm hits and she clamps down around me.

I push harder on the glass as my hips rock while my body quivers. The sounds of her moans and my grunts fill the room as her pussy bleeds me dry, demanding every ounce of my cum.

Sucking in a breath once my body stops convulsing, I kiss her temple.

“I love you so fucking much,” I utter, still coming down from the high she just gave me.

When my hands drop down around her, her hands grip my forearms, and she leans her head back against mine. “I love you,” she whispers before she cranes her neck and grins at me. “We’d better get out of here, huh?”

“Unless you want my monster cock and your big ol’ titties all over the media, yeah, Brat, we’d better get the hell out of here.” I grin, pressing one more kiss against her forehead before I step back, letting my dick slide from her body and grabbing my pants.

“Gotta say, I came in here, expecting you to punch me in the face.” I shrug, fixing my shirt before pulling my pants up. “Instead, you fed me dessert, sucked my dick, and let me fuck you against a window.” I wink. “Damn good day, if you ask me.”

She rolls her eyes at me but giggles, quickly grabbing her own clothes. She looks happy. Happier than I’ve seen her in a really long time. She might not see herself the way I see her, but she will one day—I’ll make sure of it. Because the smile on her face? I’m going to do everything in my power to keep it there.

Maybe I’m high on life right now or drunk on Saylor Sawyer’s pussy. Either way, everything feels like it’s going to be fine now.

Once we’re both dressed, I pull her against me and gaze down. “Next time you’re pissed, you gotta talk to me, okay? No running away.” I kiss the tip of her nose—it’s corny as hell, but I don’t care. “Promise me.”

Shame flashes in her eyes, and she cringes slightly before giving me the slightest nod. “I promise. No more running. I’m going to be an adult now.” She scrunches her nose up. “Or I’ll try my best anyway.”

This time, I kiss her lips, looping my arms around her body. “You’d better. I’m too fucking in love with your stubborn ass now. My heart can’t handle you just ghosting me and shit.”

Even though she giggles, tears well in her eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I just automatically thought the worse, and that’s not fair.”

It’s one of those times again where she’s not hiding from me. She’s showing me everything, fear and all. I know she’s scared I’ll hurt her, and truth be told, I don’t blame her.

“I understand why you did it. I know trusting isn’t easy for you, and I know you’ve been fucked over too many times to count.” I press another kiss to her lips. “I’ll prove to you, Saylor Sawyer, that this right here”—I drop one hand from her body, motioning between us—“it’s the real deal, baby.”

Even through her tears, a grin spreads across her face, and she hugs me tighter.

“I know it is,” she whispers. “I just … know it.”

We sit across from my brother and Gemma, thankful to have the whole dining room to ourselves. I guess that’s a perk of being the sister of a professional athlete and being in a relationship with another one. They can do things like close down a whole restaurant to avoid people.

In just a few hours, Smith and Ryder will fly back to Maine, and Gemma is going to drive with me back to Charleston and then fly home in a few days.

I spent the night with Ryder last night, and in between having sex and laughing, we talked, agreeing we needed to tell Smith everything that’d happened.

Yeah,everything.

“You know, I’m not dumb.” Smith leans forward in his seat, looking between Ryder and me. “Sort of saw this shit coming a while ago.”

“Wait, you did?” Gemma frowns. “You didn’t say anything.”

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