She placed one of her hands between them and gripped his cock. Going from the root to the tip, she began to slide up and down his length. She felt empowered knowing that she’d caused this.
“And I hope you won’t stop me.”
Chapter Four
Ryker only had so much control, and with her hand on his dick, he didn’t see a problem with her helping him at all. So long as she knew that it was him, and no one else. He watched her face as she touched him, her hand moving up and down his length, driving him crazy already.
There had been many times in the past few weeks that he’d taken care of his hard-on. His cock had been hard as fucking rock, desperate to be inside her, and he’d spilled his cum into the shower, watching the milky strands disappear down the drain.
All of his fantasies were the same, and they were all focused around this woman.
She was so fucking beautiful, and she tempted him in ways that drove him crazy.
When her tongue flicked across her lips, he knew what she was thinking, and he didn’t have a problem with that, not in the slightest.
“I want to taste you, like you tasted me.”
“Only if you want to.”
She slammed her lips against his. “I don’t do anything that I don’t want.”
Scarlett moved off his lap, and he gripped the sheets beneath him, watching her stare at his length. He reclined a little, and watching her lick the tip that already had pre-cum spilling out was fucking incredible.
Her tits hung down, and the only thing he was missing was a mirror so he could look at her cunt and ass.
He was addicted to her body.
Every single curve was a temptation to him.
Ryker moaned as her lips took the head of his cock, sucking on it. She pulled away, and the next time she took more of his cock. Her hand moved from the root going to her lips then back down again as she pulled off his dick.
The pleasure was intense and instant, and he didn’t want her to stop.
He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning, or from startling her. This was all Scarlett, and the last thing he wanted to do was force her, or to make her uncomfortable.
She swallowed more of him down, and he closed his eyes, counting to ten.
When he hit the back of her throat, and he felt her swallow, he nearly blew right there.
“I’m not going to last much longer, Scarlett. If you don’t want to be … ugh, have my cum in your mouth, you’re going to have to stop.”
She didn’t stop. She sucked him down and bobbed her head.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, finding his release.
He expected her to jump back, to be afraid, or something.
She didn’t.
Scarlett swallowed him down, taking every last drop and milking him for more.
When he couldn’t take anymore, she eased off, sitting back and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I didn’t … scare you, did I?” she asked.
He chuckled. “You couldn’t scare me. I was worried that I … brought back bad memories.”
The smile on her lips didn’t reach her eyes. “It was a long time ago. I’m twenty-eight years old. My dad stopped everything on my sixteenth birthday. I’ve done all the counseling and everything. I just … don’t treat me like I’ll break, or like that matters.”
“Do a lot of people treat you that way?”
“A lot of people refuse to forget, or just treat me like I don’t exist.”
“Why move to the town where everyone knows you, and they know what happened?”
Scarlett tilted her head to the side. He liked that she hadn’t tried to hide her body from him. Her tits were exposed. Her hands rested on her knees, and she looked so relaxed, so calm.
There was a flush to her skin, and he wanted to touch her. He didn’t want to stop touching her.
“I like it here. Why should I have to live somewhere else?”
“If you ever want to get away from people looking at you like you’re damaged.”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I like it here. This is my home, and you should be a little thankful. Not a lot of people come up here, and a lot of people treat me like a stranger anyway. They don’t like the thought of getting their fancy cars stranded.”
“You drove up here really well.”
“That’s because I’m used to it, but if there’s a heavy rainfall, I have to walk. Snow keeps me up here as well.”
He reached out, cupping her cheek. “I know you want me to leave, but I don’t want to go, not yet.”
“I don’t want you to leave. I’m going to help you, Ryker.” She pressed her cheek against his palm, and fuck it if that didn’t make him feel a whole shit load of things.