Savor (Bad Boy Rockers 4)

Slipping my hand between our bodies, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke back and forth. On the upward motion, I rub the leaking crown with my thumb and hear his breathing increase.

One more stroke and he’s moving my hand away. With some movement, I feel the tip at my entrance, pulsing.

“I love you,” he hisses, as he enters me in one solid thrust.

“Go slow. Make it last.”

He groans. “Not sure if I can.”

Slowly pulling out, he slides back and I shiver as every single inch of his dick touches every wet, tight inch inside me.

“Oh, baby.” His hands shake on my breasts as he slides out again. “I wish you could see what I can.” He groans. “When I pull out to the tip, my dick is coated with your arousal.” He slams home. “Fuck . . . I can’t go slowly anymore. I’m gonna come.”

“Then move.”

He keeps one hand on my breast and his other grips my hip as he starts pumping in and out of me.

My skin is so sensitive and the minute he takes up pinching and rolling my nipple, I feel the flutter along my core signaling my climax is fast approaching.

Unable to move with the hold he has on me, I grip the sheet and see stars as my orgasm ripples in waves through me.

Ryder slams inside and holds as I feel his cock pulsing in time to my orgasm.

I grind my ass on him and hear a guttural moan leave his lips.

He slowly slides back and forth, prolonging our pleasure.

My fingers entwine with his on my hip and I bring our joined hands up and rest them on my stomach.

“Let’s go back to sleep for a while, but promise to be next to me when I wake. I don’t want this to be a dream.”

I hear his breath catch in his throat.

“Then sleep and I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up. Nothing and no one will get me out of this bed unless you’re with me.”

“I love you, Ryder.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ryder

Standing in the nursery store with Dahlia three weeks away from her due date, I’ve never felt so out of place. It’s crazy. Someone named Juliette came over and swept Dahlia away to her desk, where they appear to be looking at brochures.

Why anyone needs to look through brochures is beyon

d me when the store is filled with the same baby things that are probably in them.

I smile when Dahlia turns and glances in my direction, looking bored and pleading with me to intervene.

Another pissed off sales woman coming up.

“Hey, babe. You finished yet? I want to have a look around so I can get you home and out of those clothes.” I smile.

Dahlia looks shocked.

She begged me to rescue her, so what does she expect?

“Um, I’ve not finished explaining payment plans,” Juliette informs me. She doesn’t look too happy either.