Page 74 of Pack Owned
As his fingers keep circling my clit, his brow is pinched in determination as he keeps his eyes locked on mine. I realize he’s in pain, too, in a way, by not moving.
“You’re doing so good, Kayla, and you feel amazing.”
His praise, along with my clit tingling under his touch, and the pain is slowly lessening. When it’s tolerable, I move slightly and let out a trembling gasp. There’s a sharp pain for a few seconds before it melts into mind-numbing pleasure.
“That’s it.” He clenches his jaw as I slowly move up and down on his cock. Each time, the pain is less and less. His fingers dig into my hips, and seeing him forcing himself not to interfere with this, with our first time together, has more of the fear I’ve held onto in my chest for so long cracking open.
I moan his name, rocking my hips to take him deeper.
“Fuck! Keep going, Kayla,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Ride me. Let me feel you.”
I obey, thrusting myself onto him, each movement bringing a new wave of pleasure. Glancing down, I can see the strain on his face, and I want to ease it. I pick up the pace, riding him harder, wanting to give him the release he’s been denying himself for my sake.
“That’s it, baby,” Ryker pants, his hands on my hips, guiding me. “Show me what you want.”
I surrender to the rhythm, lost in the sensation of him filling every inch of me. My body responds eagerly to his touch, moving with a primal desire.
The sounds of our bodies coming together over and over drive me even deeper into the intoxicating pleasure of having Ryker stuffing me.
Feeling the beginnings of another orgasm building, my inner walls pulse around his thick cock in time with my hips. I whimper his name, needing more, begging for more.
His hands leave my hips to grip my ass, lifting me higher onto his cock. Each slap of flesh against flesh, each forceful thrust, sends waves of pleasure radiating through me.
His mouth finds my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, and I arch into him. His tongue flicks over the mark he’s made, the pain intertwining with the pleasure. I am his, completely and irrevocably, and I find that I don’t mind. I want this, need this.
“Do you like that?” he growls hoarsely. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I cry, the word puffing out on a breath.
He thrusts harder, deeper, filling me completely, and I cry out, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. He leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin on my throat, sending shivers down my spine.
“You’re so beautiful, Kayla.” His voice is ragged with emotion. “So perfect for me.”
I wrap my arms around him, holding on to him tightly as he continues to fuck me, his movements becoming more frenzied with each passing second. Our bodies slap together, skin on skin. I can feel the orgasm building inside me, a physical pressure, as though all the blood in my body is rushing to my pussy.
“Come for your Alpha,” Ryker growls, his teeth grazing my neck. His words act like a trigger, sending me over the edge.
“Yes,” I moan, the word barely escaping my lips as my orgasm peaks, white-hot and all-consuming. It seems to last for an eternity, waves of pleasure crashing over me, each one more intense than the last. I scream Ryker’s name, my body convulsing as I’m swept away in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Ryker continues to thrust into me, his own release imminent, his muscles taut and straining. I feel the heat of his climax washing over me, his cock pulsing deep inside me. He groans my name, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Then his cock swells inside me, but instead of pain, there’s a dull ache and pressure.
The pleasure from my orgasm fades slowly, leaving me breathless and spent. I cling to Ryker’s arms. My legs tremblefrom the intensity of our lovemaking, and I try to catch my breath. Ryker shifts, still inside me, rolling us onto our sides so I can rest. His strong arms wrap around me, and I feel safe, cherished.
“That was…” I start, not sure how to describe the indescribable.
Ryker laughs softly, his voice still thick with desire. “Unforgettable,” he says, his mouth finding mine in a searing kiss.
I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the lingering heat of our passion between us.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “I never thought I could feel this way with anyone. Thank you.”
He kisses my forehead, a grateful smile playing on his lips.
“You don’t need to thank me, Kayla. I’m just happy to be here with you. To be the one who helps you discover the world of pleasure and love that’s been locked away inside you for so long.”
Hope and belonging tangle in my chest more than I ever knew existed.
“You’re mine now, Kayla.” His eyes meet mine, the possessiveness in them stealing my breath. “And I’m never letting you go.”
