“Easy, Bellezza.” His voice… I love it. My swollen pussy seems to contract any time he says Bellezza.
“You’re panting.” He swings the door open and smiles at me. My heart skips, and I’m breathless for a second. Ryder, in general, is magnificent, but if he graces you with a smile, you become invincible.
“Bellezza, you look pretty needy. You want my mouth or my cock?”
God, he’s not lying. I’m taking small, fast breaths. “Everything. I want everything.” My face heats up, but why lie? He knows it.
I go to walk in, but he blocks the entrance with his powerful arm. My eyes dart up to his. It’s like getting lost in a beehive of dark, warm honey.
“Have you been a good girl?”
“Yes.” I rest my back against the doorframe.
“No other cocks have been in this cunt, have they?” He reaches to cup my pussy, and I almost start rubbing myself on his hand. What is wrong with me?
“Words. Use them. Tell me if anyone’s touched what’s mine?”
I lick my lips, my eyes trapped in his dark possessiveness. “I haven’t had sex since Axel’s wedding.” I bite my tongue from adding What about you? But that is going to cause me pain. I know that answer. Right now, I need him to ease this ache in me.
“Good girl,” he whispers into my mouth. “When you touch yourself, who are you thinking about?” He rubs my neck with his other hand.
My pulse surges. “You know it’s you,” I retort. He raises a dark brow at me, and I almost scream, ‘Fuck me’, but that could backfire.
“I know.” His warm hands tighten slightly on my neck. “It’s painful wanting pleasure that bad.”
I close my eyes, trying to get ahold of my emotions. “Go inside. I want you naked on my bed.” My eyes bolt open. Jesus, he’s absolutely filthy.
“Julianna.” His voice is stern. “Go. I need to make a phone call.”
It’s hard to understand, but Ryder makes me feel secure. I kick off my heels while he talks on the phone. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but clearly Rip wasn’t joking. Something is going on.
“On the bed,” he orders, tossing his vest and phone on the chair. I climb onto his giant mattress.
“Spread your legs.” Again, I’m mortified at how my body responds to his nasty mouth. But it does. And I desperately want to please him.
Slowly I open my legs. He moves to stand over me. His eyes rake over my body as he removes his T-shirt. And I’m graced with the enormity that is Ryder. His arms and chest are covered in tattoos. I almost moan out loud; he’s that magnificent.
Breathe, I need to breathe. While I watch his tan hand unbutton his jeans, my pulse might as well be beating out of my chest.
“Eyes.” His voice jerks them up to his.
“But…” My eyes dip down to his hard eight-pack.
“I know, baby, but I want your eyes. You can watch my cock later.”
I blink up at him. Time stops.
The world, noises, everything but us. It’s almost frightening how connected I am with him, as if he truly does own me, mind, body, and soul.
“That’s it. That’s my girl.” He reaches for my legs and jerks me to the edge of the bed. “I was gonna go slow, but fuck that…”
In one hard thrust, his cock is deep inside me. Not sure, but I think I scream. I’m lost, forever chained to him as he fucks me. In and out, his cock impales me, hard and deep.
“Ryder.” My fingers grab the sheet beneath me while he holds the backs of my legs, raising me to fuck me deeper.
“Rub your clit,” he grunts, nostrils flaring.
I bite my bottom lip as I do what he says. I’d hoped he was going to tell me to come. I’m already pulsing, my swollen, slick clit so sensitive.
“Ryder,” I whimper as my finger rubs circles on it. “It… feels so good.” My other hand claws into his forearm.
“Yeah, that’s it, Bellezza, so fucking good. I’m close.” His nostrils flare again, as if the scent of our sex turns him on.
“Rub. I’m gonna fill this cunt up.” All I can do is obey, my body tight, ready to explode while his hips pound into me. That’s when I see it. His eyes change and I’m caught, ruined forever as I watch him come undone, taking me with him.
“Come,” he demands, and I do, pulsing on his cock, soaring, letting him take me to another zone, another realm. The orgasm is so intense, I see black dots as I let myself go. Not sure, but I think I might be chanting his name. All I know is I’m suddenly in his arms.
He kisses my eyes; his voice soothes me. “Shh, I got you.” He kisses the wetness off my cheeks. Blinking at him, I let my hands drift up to his neck.