Page 116 of Clashing
Slow, deliberate thrusts shoved me toward paradise. All the teasing had heightened my sensitivity, and it only took a few firm thrusts before my pussy clamped around him, my release teetering on an edge Ineededto fall off.
He pulled out of me right before I exploded. I practically wept.
“Say you’re mine.”
I almost gave in. Almost. “No.”
Ryker straddled my torso, cock wet with my excitement.
I hardly heard anything over the sound of my thundering heart. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck these tits because they belong to me.” He positioned his heavy cock between my breasts, pushed them around himself, and thrust. “God, you have great tits.”
Oh fuck, that’s hot.He tugged on my nipples and my back bowed. He panted, thrusting faster and faster. Listening to him moan while he fucked my tits amplified the already intense need coursing through me. I couldn’t help but mew.
“Say you’re mine, Scarlett.”
I shook my head. He pinched my nipples harder, the muscles in his abs contracting as he moved. Groaning, he sat back and stroked himself as he came on my breasts. Hot, white liquid spilled down my skin and he collected some with his finger.
“You have an awful lot of my come on your tits to not be mine.” He brought his come-coated finger to my lips, and I sucked it clean. “You sure like tasting me and having me fuck your mouth a lot to not be mine.”
Scooting down, he closed his hand around my jaw and kissed me. Heat coursed through my body, worsened by his tongue slipping into my mouth and caressing mine. His hand drifted between my legs, and I nearly cried.
“Tell me what I want to hear.” He circled my clit, and my hips bucked. “Say it and I’ll make you feel good.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and sank into the bed. I tried to hold out. I did. However, two more teases were the last straw.
Body vibrating with need, I gave in. “If I’m yours, are you mine?”
“I’m yours, baby. I said that already. Your turn.”
I caught my lip between my teeth and stared up at him. He stared back, eyes narrowed. My skin burned as he adjusted to kneel between my legs, cock pressed against my aching pussy.
He rubbed it against me without pushing in. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
He smirked and shoved into me. All the teasing almost made one thrust send me over the edge. I cried out and lifted my hips to take him deeper.
He paused inside me. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
“Good girl.” He circled my clit and slammed into me. The bed creaked with his deep invasion, and I sobbed, my hands fisting.
“Again.”
Oh, fuck it.“I’m yours, Ryker.”
“Damn right you are.”
Finally, he didn’t stop. His thrusts remained consistent and so delectable, I cried out his name and came. Pleasure ripped through me, wave after obliterating wave that gained power because while I was sensitive enough to finish, Ryker wasn’t. This was his round two, and he always lasted longer on round two.
That meant he didn’t spare me. He fucked me through the orgasm, increasing its intensity so the tingles of pleasure spread all over my body, down to my curled toes. I couldn’t tell if the orgasm ever ended but another built. I thrashed on the bed, the ecstasy dancing the line of too intense. It built higher and higher—the edge inevitable.
“That’s right, baby.” He grunted, shoving into me harder, his grip on my hips bruising. “That’s fucking right. You come all over me again. Let me feel how much you’re fucking mine.”
I screamed out my release. My muscles quaked, no piece of me unaffected by the assault of pleasure that burst into my every muscle and nerve. Ryker pulled out before he finished and came on my stomach, covering me in more of him.
