Page 35 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
I wrap my arms around him under his shirt. The warmth of his body soothes me, although it gives me no more control over how he roots into me.
His hand smooths over my forehead. Who knew the devil could look so caring and soft?
Ryder drops his mouth to mine. “Do you want more, beautiful?”
I turn the question over. Do I? It stops my legs from shaking so hard. Yes. Yes, I do think I want more. I want to watch all three of them come to their own ends inside me.
It means so much more.So much more. Can I handle it?
I have no fucking idea.
But I do want to try. I nod, lifting my mouth more fully against his. His kiss is stern, demanding, preparing me for what’s to come.
When our mouths break apart, he takes no pity on me, shoving me back up that cliff toward a new orgasm. This time, I get to feel him move against me, never farther than a few inches above me. It doesn’t change his skill—one that pairs well with his ability to flirt, to adapt to me.
Ryder lets me see his pleasure, tells me again and again how much he likes my sweet little pussy, the shape of my hips, my hard nipples, and my perky tits. His sex-glossed voice leaves me shivering.
I swear he’s going to come when I come a second time, but he rides it out and retreats.
And then Ezra steps between my thighs. He’s still buttoned up tightly, tie knotted around his throat and eyes blazing down at my naked body—sweaty, sticky, pink, taut, and used. Ezra spreads his hands over my thighs, across my stomach, under my breasts. The progress is slow, but it’s a reminder of the young man I had ten years ago.
What does he see when he looks at me now?
I grab his dangling tie and tug him down toward me. He cages me with his arms and bends down to get a front row view of my expression.
“Enjoying yourself?”
I run my hand through his hair, and I lift to nuzzle him, whispering against his mouth, “Yes.”
He grins against my lips. “Good.”
Ezra takes his time touching and stroking me before I’m practically writhing with need and nearly begging him to take me. When he finally takes mercy on me, he doesn’t even undo his belt, and the resulting slap of it against my swollen and sensitive clit as he thrusts into me with one swoop sends sparks behind my eyes.
His breath comes heavy against my ear as he sets a heady pace. I’m not sure I’ll be able to come again, but he feels so good inside me. It’s like every nerve ending is turned on high, and I’m floating on an electrical current.
But Ezra tips and spreads me in small increments until I’m out of breath, and my core is clenching around him with the deep burn of an oncoming orgasm.
“Oh, fuck.”
He doesn’t give me the cocky smile that I expect. Instead, it’s like he’s diving into me and what makes me tick. Like he can unravel my thoughts when he has me this way. It makes me feel more vulnerable than having my body bare and the complete intimacy I’ve experienced with these three men so far.
I feel like an obsession.
I can’t last under the onslaught. Ezra has me whining and grinding under him until he completely shatters me. My muscles go loose, and I’m throbbing and delirious.
Ezra gathers me up in his arms and lifts me from the table. I swear I see an imprint of my back and ass on the surface. He settles us in a chair and leans back, spreading his legs and softly thrusting up into me as I rest against his chest.
“Have we destroyed you, Avery?”
My body is exhausted, mind reeling, and I nod into his shirt.
“That’s our girl.” Ryder’s hands roam over my hips and ass as Ezra lazily pumps into my core. I squeak when Ryder’s thumb brushes over my ass. A whole new set of nerves jolts under his touch.
Oh, God, we’re about to do something I’ve been daydreaming about for years but never had the guts to try.
His thumb presses harder, the tip wiggling against my tight muscles and making me clench. Ryder makes soothing noises at me. “Relax, beautiful. How are we supposed to fill you up if you’re fighting with my thumb? Surely, you know our cocks are so much bigger.”
I force myself to unclench, and his thumb pops in up to the first knuckle. The shock of it makes me jerk and look back at the way Ryder works to stretch and open me up for what comes next.
