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His fingers circled again, the lightest pressure making my hips twitch. “Touching me like this.”

He swore. “Fuck, Sass.”

His mouth was back on mine, bruising and desperate. A shudder tore through me as his fingers moved again, still teasing.

“I should make you beg,” he said roughly. “Make you say every dirty thing you thought about while you were pretending not to want me. We can skip that tonight. I need to hear you fall apart too fucking bad.” His breath ghosted against my skin. “Spread your legs, Sass.”

I obeyed without hesitation, shifting, opening for him wider than I already had. The hunger in his eyes when I did nearly shattered me.

“Good girl.” He settled between my thighs, his fingers gliding through slick arousal. “So fucking soaked,” he mused to himself, with awe and possession. “All for me.”

His fingers teased, featherlight, slipping between my lips before he eased one inside. My breath caught, a soft moan spilling. He paused, watching me, reading every twitch of my body. “You feel that? That’s mine.”

I bit my lip, nearly trembling from how slowly he moved. Then he added another finger, carefully, deliberately, stretching me with excruciating control.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he groaned, pumping both fingers in a slow rhythm that had me gasping. “How the fuck am I supposed to survive you?”

My hands gripped the sheets, and my body responded without thought, hips rolling into every curl of his fingers, needing more. He started to move faster, pumping in and out, each stroke deeper, more deliberate. His other hand came up to cradle my face, thumb brushing my cheek. When I couldn’t hold back the noises coming from my mouth, he leaned down and caught every gasp, every whimper, every broken plea that escaped me.

“You sound so fucking pretty like this,” he encouraged between kisses. “Falling apart just for me.”

I could feel the wetness on my thighs, hear it as his fingers moved—the sound obscene. He rotated his hand, palm up, thrusting deeper, harder. His thumb came down on my clit.

My hips bucked, thighs trembling as he curved his fingers just right again, finding that devastating spot that had me gasping into his mouth.

“Ryder—” The word tumbled free like a broken prayer.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “Let go for me, Sass. Come on my fingers. Let me feel you.”

My back arched off the bed, my tits pressing against his chest as his fingers worked me with a skill that should’ve been illegal. His other hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as he fucked me with his fingers. My pussy clenched around him, greedy and desperate, as if it could pull him deeper.

“Oh, my—” I gasped, my voice breaking as the pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter inside me.

“If you’re gonna scream a name,” he warned, cutting me off with a sharp thrust of his fingers, “it better be mine.”

I couldn’t answer.

Couldn’t think.

My breath came in small moans; each one laced with curses that he swallowed with his mouth. His lips were claiming me in a way that left no room for doubt. His tongue tangled with mine, stealing my moans as his fingers moved faster, driving me closer to the edge. Heat bloomed low in my stomach, spreading like wildfire through my veins. My walls fluttered around his fingers, gripping him like a vice, desperate for more. His thumb circled my clit, pressing down just enough to make me whimper, and I was done for.

“Ryder—” I moaned, my voice shaking as the rush surged to the surface.

“That’s it, Sass,” he praised.

I came with a curse he silenced, sealing his lips over mine as pleasure tore through me. My whole body arched, my thighs clamping around his hand as I shattered against his palm.

My pussy contracted around his fingers. His low growl vibrated against my mouth as he kept moving through it, drawing it out until I was trembling. I couldn’t stop clinging to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he kissed me like he was trying to brand me. When he pulled back just enough to look down at me, his eyes held a new resolve.

“You’re never going to forget how this felt,” he vowed, brushing his fingers gently along my inner thigh, pushing it open so that he could keep going. His touch was relentless, driving me closer to another orgasm with every pass of his fingers, every kiss along my throat, every possessive word murmured against my skin.

My world narrowed to just that bed, just that moment, and just him. Every muscle in my body was strung tight, trembling beneath his touch. He shifted, changing the angle, pressing up into me, and suddenly I was falling apart again. Pleasure surged through me, more intense than before, crashing over me like a second wave I hadn’t even seen coming. I buried my face inhis neck, the heat of his skin grounding me as I bit back the sound threatening to spill from my lips. My fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him as if that would keep me from completely unraveling.

He still didn’t stop.

His fingers moved faster now, fucking me with a rhythm that was almost cruel in its precision.

His thumb pressed harder against my clit, circling it in tight little circles that had me gasping for air. My come and arousal was dripping down his hand as he worked me over and over again.

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