Page 177 of Pucking Wild

“I’m the beginning,” I whisper, my core burning with need.

His arms move off my hips to brush over my shoulders. Then he’s cupping my face, pulling me down for a kiss. “You’re the end,” he whispers against my lips. “Tess, you’re my end.”

“And you’re mine,” I reply.

We kiss, mouths opening, claiming the other’s essence. God, he’s such a good kisser. I could just do this all night and be satisfied. But we both need more. I need to feel in control, and he needs to let go. I can count on one hand the number of men I would ever trust to be this vulnerable with me. Now that Ryan’s in my life, the list is only him.

Just thinking about how much I love him, my orgasm is about to crash through me. I cry out, shoving off him. I lift my hips, freeing myself from his dick. We both groan at the sudden loss. I want him inside me. I want his come in me.

There’s always later.

I scramble to my feet, panting for air, my pussy’s wetness warm between my thighs. “Get on your hands and knees,” I command. “Show me what’s mine.”

With a hungry groan he attempts to turn over, only to be met by the boxes and my half-packed suitcase. Even now, his weight crushes some of the photographs—all proof of what we’re determined to overcome together.

I watch all the muscles in his back tense as he makes a dramatic sweep with both arms, sending the suitcase and the boxes crashing to the floor. The smaller box overturns and my unsigned divorce papers rain down like snow, covering the braided rug.

Watching them fall, the truth hits me: I don’t care if Troy ever signs the fucking papers. Either way, I’m free.

Ryan crawls on the bed, not caring that it’s still littered with clandestine photographs of our entire relationship. He glances over his shoulder at me. “I’ve never done this before,” he admits.

Ignoring the chaos all around us, I focus all my attention on him. There is only Ryan. I step in behind him, smoothing my hands up his thighs and over his toned ass. “I’ll make this so good for you.” I say, my voice soft. “You trust me?”

He nods, and I flash him a smile. “I want this, Tess. I want you.”

“As I want you,” I reply.

Leaving him on the bed, I move around to the end and fish my bag of toys out of my upturned suitcase. Tossing the bag on the end of the bed, I open it, taking out my favorite strapless strap-on. It’s a purple “L” shape, with the long end shaped like a dildo. The shorter end is thicker, more bulbous like a butt plug, easier to fit and hold in my pussy. My favorite feature is the pair of bunny ears that stimulate my clit.

I hold up the toy and his eyes go wide.

“What is that?” he says.

“A strapless strap-on.”

He studies it. “You don’t need like, a harness or something? A jock or…”

I smirk. “Has eager puppy been doing his research? Do you want me to use a strap? I have one—”

“No,” he says quickly. “I—I trust you.”

I smile. “This toy will bring us both to screaming orgasms. Did I mention it vibrates?” I press the button to send it buzzing in my hand.

“Don’t all your toys?” he replies with a grin.

“Most. Not all. Do you consent, Ryan? Can I ride you with this?”

“Yes,” he says, his voice breathless. “Anything. I’m yours.”

I snatch up the lube and move around the side of the bed towards him. Setting the toy down, I squeeze some lube onto my fingers. “I’m going to prep you, okay? Deep breaths. When you’re ready, you’ll push against my fingers, and it will almost feel like you’re pulling me in. It can hurt if you don’t relax. Trust me?”

He nods, a few curls framing his brow. “I trust you.”

I smooth my left hand over his rounded ass, letting my lubed right hand trail between his cheeks, my finger teasing his tight hole.

He gasps, cheeks clenching on instinct.

My hand soothes him along with my voice. “Just relax, baby. I have you. I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’ll see stars.”

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