“What do you need, baby?” I raise myself to look at her.
“You,” she snips.
I raise a brow at her. “Easy, my love.”
“Ryder, just do it.” She opens her legs farther and I smile and glance down.
“Yes, this is a very pretty pussy.” I lean down and spread her lips, licking her clit until she arches into my mouth.
“What do you need, Julianna?” I demand, looking up at her.
Her eyes darken and narrow. “I need you to eat my cunt and make me come.”
“That’s right, and since you were such a good girl…” When I lower my mouth, her head falls back, and I eat her slick, wet cunt, rubbing my tongue back and forth across her clit.
“Ryder.” Breathing in and out, she grabs our sheets and tenses.
“Yeah, that’s it, my love. Come in my mouth.” I latch on to her and suck as her pretty pussy contracts and pulses in my mouth. After one more suck, I turn her to her side and lie down behind her, reaching for her leg. I open her, grab my cock, and line it up at her entrance, then slide into her slick core.
“Deep,” I hiss, the pleasure making my eyes roll back as I let her adjust to my thick cock. Then I pull her leg up farther as I start to move.
“Ryder,” she groans as my dick hits her spot over and over.
“That’s my good girl. You want to come again?” I growl in her ear, then bite her earlobe.
Her pussy clenches. My cock gets harder. “Yes,” she purrs, “can I come?”
I pull out and slide in again, watching my wet dick plunge in and out of her.
“No. Not yet. Fuck, I love watching my cock going in and out of you.” I grunt as I let go of her leg.
“Ryder…”
She pants and I smile. “Such a greedy girl.” My hips pick up speed and I fuck her deeper, harder. My nostrils flare as my stomach muscles tighten.
“Jesus Christ, you feel good. I can’t get enough.” Reaching over, I rub her clit.
“I’m going to come,” she warns. It’s not needed as I feel her cunt contract on my cock and let the pleasure pull me over. I shoot my hot seed deep inside her and she orgasms, screaming my name, her pussy pulsing.
Over and over, I pound into her. Reaching over, she digs her nails into my hips.
“You came without permission,” I say, grabbing her hair, forcing her head back.
She smiles, trying to catch her breath. “I know. I guess I’m a bad girl.”
Her apple scent invades my nostrils. I stay inside her.
“I guess you are. You know what happens to bad girls, right?” I rasp in her ear.
“I think I need you to show me.” Her head rests back on my chest, and I smile. My heart aches as I kiss her cheek, my hand resting on her stomach. I feel everything.
Her. My child. This force that is us.
She is more than my everything; she is my soul, my very being, and I will love her, protect her, until I no longer breathe air.
“I love you.” She rests her hand on top of mine.
“I love you more,” I say as she turns toward me.
Our eyes lock.
She feels it. I grin and lower my mouth to hers, and everything fades as I give myself to her.
Dr. Donald Davis
Present
Manhattan, NY
“Your knee has healed like a champ,” I say to my patient. “Now, that doesn’t mean go run a marathon.” I chuckle, typing some notes into my computer.
He pulls his dress slacks on, then steps off the examining table, a feat he wouldn’t have managed before the surgery.
“After the farce of the last knee replacement, and what happened beyond that…” His jaw tightens. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel good again. I have you to thank for that.”
Looking up at my patient, I smile. It’s what I do. I’m the best at my job. He’s not my most famous patient—I’m the orthopedic doctor to world-renowned athletes and superstars—but he’s by far the most infamous and dangerous one. I finish my notes and set my computer on the counter to my left.
“How’s your exquisite wife doing? Be sure to say hello from me.” I’ve known Savannah, Aidan’s wife, for years. Her father is one of my patients. Just the mention of his wife makes his handsome face soften.
“She’s good, and I will.”
“It’s crazy how time flies.” I shake my head and snort. “Never could get Dagger to listen to me about jumping off the stage.”
“You should have spoken to Lorelei. You know she’s the only one who can make Dagger Daniels listen.” His lips don’t exactly curve into a grin, but there’s warmth in his eyes. He holds out his hand, and I take it. His fingers clamp down on mine and, with an intensity that has the breath freezing in my chest, tells me, “You need anything, you let me know.” His voice ricochets around the room and settles into my brain. These are the words I’ve been waiting for, painfully coveting from him, and finally, I’m rewarded.