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As though feeling my sex tighten around his cock, Ryker growls, his thrusts becoming more wild and unrestrained.
Ryker leans back, his finger on my clit, rubbing in circles, and I scream out in pleasure. My orgasm builds faster than I can catch my breath.
“Fuck!” I scream, my body shuddering as I climax, my core pulsating around Ryker’s cock.
“Kayla,” Ryker yells and eases out of me. He jerks off, watching me with hooded eyes. I can’t tear my gaze away from his hand, so engrossed in what he’s doing.
Ryker moans and I feel my core clench in response to the filthy noises that escape him.
Then Dane steps back, his hands leaving my breasts, and I feel the loss of his touch, his warmth. “You wanna ride cowgirl?” he says in a husky voice that brings my attention to him.
“Yeah.” I bite my lip, stifling a whimper as I get off the couch. I remember the sexual position pictures the Omega Institute had us study.
Dane lays down and I straddle him. He rubs his erection across my folds and I shudder, needing him inside me. There’s this ache in me that can’t hold back and I lift myself onto him. I’m so fucking wet that he slides all the way in and little tingles shoot off inside me. I start moving back and forth, the friction is unbelievable.
With desire darkening his eyes, he lifts me higher, wrapping his mouth around my breasts, sucking and licking my nipple. I’m panting, slamming hard and fast on his cock.
He kisses the valley between my breasts, looking up at me. “We’re just getting started, your heat is still strong and smells divine.”
CHAPTER 35
DANE
Kayla rises and falls on my cock, each bounce is a pulse of raw pleasure. My gaze locks on her breasts, just the right size for my hands, the dusky nipples.
“Ah, Dane...”
The scent of vanilla and jasmine wraps around me. I can’t help but grind up into her, burying myself balls deep.
“Come here.” The words rumble out of my throat as I reach up, pulling her down against me. Every instinct screams to claim her, to mark her as mine, possess her.
I kiss her.
Her mouth is sweet, addictive. My tongue sweeps inside, tasting her, teasing her tongue with mine. My fingers dig into her hips, guiding her movements, urging her closer to the edge.
“Kayla,” I breathe against her lips, every nerve in my body strung tight.
Her hot pussy squeezes my cock hard and it takes all my willpower not to come right this second, but I hold back.
Kayla gasps, muffled against my lips. As she moves back and forth, her body a perfect rhythm atop mine, I’m bordering on insanity.
“Kayla,” I grit out, my voice hoarse with restraint. The sensation of holding back is like fighting the pull of a riptide, muscles straining, every fiber of my being focused on seeing her unravel first.
The pressure builds and she slides up until she’s upright, still straddling me, but also giving me amazing access to her body. With deliberate precision, my thumb begins to circle her clit, a slow torment that draws a moan from deep within her. The sound is raw, filling the room with the carnal promise of her pleasure.
“More,” she breathes, eyes dark with need, and I comply without hesitation.
I pinch her breast, the softness yielding beneath my fingers, and she responds instantly, moving faster. A feral part of me revels in her responsiveness.
She’s close now, I can feel it in the way her movements grow more frantic, less measured. Switching my hand to her other breast, I catch the peak between my finger and thumb, and her scream pierces the space between us.
“I’m going to come,” she cries out, voice high-pitched with the sweet edge of climax.
“Let go, Kayla. Now,” I command.
Maintaining the pace with both hands—one relentlessly circling her clit, one torturing her breast—I’m relentless, unyielding. Every stroke of my thumb, each twist of my fingers, is a step closer to the brink—for both of us.
“Shit, Dane,” she gasps.
