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I make my tongue flat against her clit, applying gentle pressure as I suck. She gasps, taking all the air in the room with her. And then, not even thirty seconds later, she explodes.
She’s whimpering and whining, thrashing against the couch. She yanks on my hair so hard, my scalp burns. I fucking love it. I can tell this orgasm took her by total surprise, and she’s riding it out, just trying to survive.
I go from sucking to teasing. Very, very gently.
Her sounds turn desperate once more.
“Oh god…Ryker…no way…”
She comes again, this time screaming my name. I’m as stiff as a fucking two-by-four. Nothing in the world feels as good as this, making a woman come this hard, this quickly.
After a minute, she pushes my face away. I lean back on my heels and take in the sight of her. Hair messy, skin bright red, her thighs and pussy soaked, the most bewildered and confused expression on her face.
I wipe my face with the back of my hand. “You came twice in less than four minutes. Good fucking girl.”
Her face splits into the most beautiful grin.
My heart thuds in my chest. I love seeing her like this—totally wrecked, completely blissed out on back-to-back orgasms.
That competitive urge inside of me rears up. “But you’re gonna give me at least one more.”
Chapter 27
Maddy
Oh. My. GOD.
I struggle to catch my breath. My lungs feel scraped out, and all the muscles in my body are wrung out. It feels like I’ve sprinted across the ice a thousand times in a row, but I’m actually lying on my couch.
My brain is fuzzy. Disoriented. Muddled. Trapped in a cloud of post-orgasm bliss.
I’ve never, ever come that hard, that fast before in my life,ever.
I gaze up at Ryker, in awe of what he was able to do to me. His eyes are darker than normal. His pupils are dilated—two pools of ink-black, ringed in bourbon brown.
I clock the bulge in his jaw, the flush painting his stubbled throat and cheeks. How hard he’s breathing.
He issoturned on right now. By me. By how fast and how hard he made me come.
My head spins. I thought that him fingering me in the elevator was hot. This is a million times hotter.
He huffs out a breath. It scatters across my skin, hot and wet.
My tummy dips at what he’s just said—what he’s just demanded from me.
“You want me to have another orgasm?” I rasp.
A devilish smile curves his lips. “Yeah.”
Nerves spark inside of me. “I don’t know if I can…”
He softly runs his thumb along my slit, then circles my clit again. I whimper, and my head rolls back.
“You didn’t think you could come at all, but you did. Twice,” he says, his voice gravelly and rough. “You can come at least one more time.”
His rumbling voice is coaxing and sweet. I shiver. He could get me to do anything if he spoke to me in that low, guttural tone.
My heartbeat kicks up as he lowers his mouth back to my pussy. As soon as he swipes his tongue over my clit, I know he’s right. I’m gonna come again. Really soon, and really,reallyhard.
