Page 27 of Clashing
Please.I wanted him to be goodandbad to me. I released my hair from the tie and shook it out, running my fingers through to smooth it as best I could.
Ryker’s rumble of approval scorched away my insecurity. “So fucking beautiful.” He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and I whimpered. “Your tits are incredible.Fuck.” Unzipping his pants, he then eased them and his boxers down, freeing his cock. Before I made a move, he tugged my head forward until my lips pressed against his tip. “Open.”
I wanted him to give me another orgasm, I really did. But last night I’d enjoyed having him in my mouth, and as desperate as I was, I wanted him. Without hesitation, I sucked him in, making him groan and fist my hair. I swirled my tongue around his tip before sucking until he hit my throat. I slowly pulled back to his tip, then went down to his base, cupping his balls. He grunted and bucked his hips. “Fuck, baby. Just like that. You’re doing so fucking well.”
His praise soaked my pussy, and I moved faster, bobbing my head up and down his length. He cursed and urged me forward, rocking into my mouth. His reaction empowered me. I stroked the underside of his cock with my tongue as I sucked.
“Fuckyes.” He applied pressure to the back of my head and sank deeper down my throat. “Such a good girl.”
My eyes watered, but I didn’t care. Witnessing him come undone because of me fueled my determination. He let me withdraw to his tip, and when I started sinking, he again pushed my head farther until my throat constricted around his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, thrusting deeper. “Take it all.”
My pussy wept when he took control. Unable to take the throbbing, I circled my clit with one finger.
“Fuck.” Ryker pulled me off his cock and watched me touch myself with bated breath. “You like sucking my cock, huh?”
Chest heaving, I nodded. “Yes.”
“That’s enough.” He picked me up and set me in his lap, then scooted us to the center of the bed. He retrieved a condom from his jeans before kicking them off completely and sliding the condom on. He lay back, hands clamping on my hips. “Ride my cock, baby.”
I descended on him, and my lips parted as he stretched me out the farther I sank down. I gasped and rocked my hips, bracing on his thighs. Lifting, I then lowered onto him again and threw my head back, arching my spine. The angle allowed him to go deeper. I already trembled from the stimulation. His teasing left me so sensitive, every invasion of his cock rippled pleasure through my body.
“You’re so sexy, Scarlett.” Ryker sat up and kissed my breasts.
Breathless, I bounced on his dick. “Ryker.”
“Fuck, baby. This pussy.” He lay back and groped my breast. “This body. You’re a fucking work of art.” His other hand played with my clit, and I whined, the pleasure almost too intense.
I lost momentum at the attention but regained it a few seconds later, rocking my hips faster as I uttered “I’m close” between whimpers.
“Come for me, Scarlett.”
I cried out, clenching around him as my orgasm knocked into me like a tsunami. It obliterated any memories of previous orgasms, each wave more powerful than the last, each crashing me into a state of ecstasy that bordered on overstimulation.
Ryker thrust up into me a few times before he finished with a groan. “That’s right.” My hips bruised under his fingers when he slammed me onto his dick. “So fucking good.”
“Fuck.” I collapsed onto his chest, body twitching and nerves humming with pleasure. “That was so intense. Why was it so intense?”
He draped a heavy arm over my back, trapping my naked, sweaty body against his. His other hand drifted lazily along my spine. “You’ve never been edged before?”
I hid in his chest. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s what I did. Bringing you to the edge of orgasm but not letting you have it. If I’d done it more times, you would’ve come harder.”
“Oh, God, I don’t think I could take harder than that.” I raised my hips enough for him to slide out before collapsing on him again.
“Mmm, I bet you could,” he murmured.
The orgasm tapered, and my limbs went limp, my eyes fluttering in satisfied exhaustion. I needed to get off him so he could go, but my muscles were unresponsive, and his body was comfortable.Five minutes.Five minutes, then I’d get up and let him leave.
I woke in the morning to my phone ringing, and cursed the world. My beef with the universe ended, however, because Ryker’s arm tightened around my waist. My stomach flipped. He’d stayed. I’d fallen asleep on him, but he could’ve easily lifted me off.
He hadn’t.
“What the fuck is that?” he grumbled.
“My phone. Sorry.” I rolled off him and snatched the offending device from the nightstand.
