Convict

“That feels amazing,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

He trailed his tongue toward her other breast, and he did the same, showing attention to each one. She was on fire. Pressing her thighs together, she tried to relieve the pressure, but it wasn’t enough.

Ryker moved her, shoving out of the way the pillows she’d used to create a wall between them, and he got her to the center of the bed.

Spreading her legs, he moved between them, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach.

His lips were once again on hers, and she moaned into his mouth, needing his touch more than anything.

“Yes, yes,” she said.

He kissed down her neck, taking her nipples again, and down he moved, pulling her shorts from her body.

She wasn’t wearing any panties, and Ryker wouldn’t let her hide, not that she wanted to. His gaze told her so many things, along with the outline of his cock pressing against his boxers.

His hands rested on her knees, and he spread her legs wide. When she went to touch herself, he shook his head. “No, I want to see your pretty pussy.”

She placed her hands beside her legs and waited. She didn’t know what she expected. His fingers traced across the fine hairs, and when he slid between her slit she gasped, arching up.

He touched her clit, running his finger across the swollen nub, making her gasp. She’d caressed her pussy many times before, but she’d never felt this. Biting her lip, she tried to contain her moans as he slid a finger within her.

When a second finger was added, she thrust up to meet him.

“Don’t treat me like I could break. I won’t. I promise.”

“I’m not. I’m just watching what drives you crazy. Watch as I touch you.”

Staring down between her thighs, she saw his fingers within her as well as feeling them. His thumb pressed against her clit, sliding back and forth. The dual pleasure was almost too much.

“I love how tight you feel, baby. So fucking tight.” He groaned. “I need to taste this cunt.”

His fingers pulled away, and she whimpered.

The fire didn’t dull within her as she watched him lick the cream from his fingers.

“You taste so fucking perfect,” he said.

He moved down to the bed, capturing her hips with his head poised above her pussy. He opened her pussy, and she didn’t look away even as his tongue began to attack her clit.

The sensation was out of this world. She thought she’d experienced everything, but the moment he touched her, it was like nothing she’d ever felt before.

She wanted more.

She didn’t want him to stop.

“Please,” she said.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’m not going to let go of you.”

As he stroked her clit with his tongue, his fingers moved within her and began to pump inside her.

The fire began to build, and she felt her orgasm heading toward that peak. She’d never been so aroused in all of her life, and when he toppled her over the edge, she screamed his name, driving her pelvis up against him.

She didn’t want him to stop, but then the pleasure became too much, and the moment it did, he eased up.

It was like he knew her body even better than she did.

He placed a kiss to her clit, and when she opened her eyes, which she’d closed during her orgasm, he was over her, licking his lips. “I’m going to warn you now that I’m going to want to do that more often. You’re so tasty.”

She covered her cheeks, feeling them heat. “Should you be saying things like that?”

“I’m a guy that likes to show his appreciation.” He dropped a kiss to her lips.

When his cock touched her, she felt how hard he was, and she touched his chest. He still wore a shirt, but that didn’t deter her. Running her hand down his body, she slipped her hand inside his shorts, and she gripped his shaft.

He groaned, and his hand was suddenly there, stopping her. “You don’t have to do that.”

“You’re rock-hard.”

“I can take care of it.”

She tilted her head to the side but didn’t pull away. “Are you taking care of it because you think I can’t?”

His grip on her hand loosened, and she ran her hand up and down his length, watching the pleasure flash in his gaze.

“No, I know you can take care of it.”

“Then what’s the problem?” she asked.

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.”

She smiled. She couldn’t help it. He was a convict, and yet he had to be one of the sweetest people she’d ever known.

Pushing him to the side, she straddled his lap, shocking him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I can promise you, Ryker, I no longer do anything that I don’t want to do.” She teased the hairs at the back of his neck. “And right now, I’d very much like to take care of your problem.”