No one can compare to him. My heart thuds, and my nerves are on edge—I’ve been waiting to lose my virginity for a while. I’m by far the oldest virgin I know, but to have Ryder be my first… Oh. My. God.
“I don’t want to be disturbed,” he snarls at another biker. Not sure, but I think it might be the guy who was having sex on the pool table.
“Jesus, Ryder. You think this is a good idea?” Biting my bottom lip, I’m almost ready to scream, ‘Mind your own business’, but Ryder squeezes my hand and walks us up the stairs. Though I hear the guy cursing, I don’t look back. All I can think is that no one better stop us.
We speed walk past Axel’s door, stopping two doors down and across from it. He swings it open and immediately, I smell his fresh, spicy scent. I want to take a deep breath, but that would make it obvious that I’m completely in love with this guy.
Because I am. I might not know him that well, but what I do know is he makes me feel everything.
Before I can say anything, his hand is on my neck and he’s tugging my face toward his.
“Strip and kneel, Bellezza.”
My pulse skyrockets. As his thumb strokes my throat, I blink up at him. I’m so wet, so achy, and I need him to make everything right.
He lets go as I instantly obey. In one fast jerk my dress is over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, so I simply kick off my shoes and look up at him.
“Take off your panties.”
My core clenches as I watch him turn and pull out the guns, setting them on his dresser. His shirt follows, and he tosses it next to the weapons.
For a second I falter, taking in the visual. He’s covered in black tattoos. This really is happening. I’m in a room with the enforcer of the Disciples.
His beautiful, golden-brown eyes hold mine as he straightens and unzips his jeans.
Trying to swallow, I slip out of my panties and slide to my knees, watching him.
“Look at you.” As he walks forward and stops in front of me, my breathing becomes harsh.
Gazing up at his muscled abs, I notice he has that V you often see on models. Except, unlike a model, Ryder is very real and most definitely wrapping his hand in my hair.
“Unzip me and take my cock out.” He tightens his grip. It should hurt my head, but instead it feels good. Reaching up, I slide the zipper down, ignoring the fact that my hands are shaking again.
“Oh.” I gasp as his erection springs free. It’s huge, strong, like him.
“Suck.” He guides my head until my mouth is filled with his dick, and when I say filled, I mean that. Instantly, I gag as he thrusts into the back of my throat.
“That’s my girl. Take my cock in your mouth and suck.” He guides my head back and forth. He’s so incredibly thick.
“Breathe, Julianna,” he grunts, his hand tightening in my hair.
As my saliva drips down my breasts, I groan. My eyes are watering, and I can’t stop gagging. I hope I’m doing this right.
“Yeah. That’s it, Julianna,” he says as if he can read my mind. He guides my head to take him deeper. “I know this is the first cock you’ve had in this mouth.” His voice is gravelly. “I like that, Bellezza. I fucking like that a lot.”
When he pulls my head up at last, he jerks me to his mouth, kissing me, then replacing his thick cock with his amazing tongue, and all I can do is hold on. I moan, never wanting this to end, my nails digging into his neck as he deepens the kiss. I’m his, and I’ll never be anyone’s but his. My head spins as he brands my lips with his.
I whimper—at least I think I do. Suddenly he lifts his head and grins at me. I lean up on my tiptoes, waiting for his lips again.
“Get on the bed,” he says gruffly.
Blinking up at him, I peer over his shoulder and take in his room. It’s big, but all I see is his bed. Dark wood and black sheets.
“Now, Julianna.” He kicks off his jeans.
Biting my lip, I crawl onto his bed and turn to look over my shoulder at him.
“What do I…”
“Lie on your back, beautiful.” I do what he says, my fingers digging into the sheet as I close my eyes and wait for what’s about to happen. Gia confessed that she barely remembered the pain when she lost her virginity with Granger, but she was smashed at the time, so that doesn’t mean much.
My eyes bolt open as the bed dips and I stare at him. He can’t be real. No one is this perfect. No one.