Page 126 of Rider Daddies
And gawp at Ryder, of course.
I swear his crooked nose looks even more attractive every time I see it. It suits him much better than a straight one. I make sure to watch his face as he enters me. His forehead lines soften as he sinks inside.
I forgot how big he was. It takes a moment to adjust, because if they take me from the wrong angle, it can feel like they’re jabbing at my pelvis.
I much prefer it when they’re inside of my stomach, rearranging organs.
God, they could mess me up real good. Hospitalize me.
And I’d still be thanking them.
“Go easy on her,” I hear Saint say.
“Fuck being gentle,” I say. “I’m no virgin.”
“No, but youwereunconscious on a stretcher only a few days ago.”
“Yeah, and that’s still not a good enough excuse to go easy.”
“Darling, we don’t want to hurt you,” Ash says.
“I appreciate the concern, but it’s not going to make me finish.”
I sense the brothers casting a look at one another, and I thrust my hips into Ryder, signaling for him to move.
And oh, he moves.
His dick shoots straight into what feels like my stomach. He enters me with controlled thrusts, his grip on my ankle tightening each time he reinserts himself.
I’m glad they’re pinning me down. My body would be crashing through the wall from the sheer force if they weren’t.
It hasn’t even been two minutes, and already I feel Ryder’s cock start to twitch. His thrusts remain controlled but the look on his face suggests that it’s a challenge to keep order.
All he wants to do is let go.
Same, to be honest.
Accepting my feelings for the brothers comes with its risks. When you tell somebody how you feel, it gives them permission to hurt you, but it also comes with rewards.
You feel things deeper. Aside from the physical—Ryder literally balls deep inside of me—something feels different this time around. Better.
It could be the first time that sex means something to me beyond physical pleasure.
His presence inside of me doesn’t just feel stimulating.
It feels like I belong.
My stomach flips, and my heart beats fast, not just because I’m on the verge of orgasming, but because I feel alive. Maybe for the first time ever.
We climax together, but all that does is get me ready for the next one to enter me.
Saint’s size fills me up, his presence inside of me different but equally just as good. And here goes round two.
“Fuck, Lucia, you feel so wet.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
I’m crashing back down against the pillows again.
