Page 25 of If You Fight

“Because I love you more than life itself.”

“Not because I rock your body when I fuck you?” I asked as I slowly thrust my hips forward to press my already hard cock against her.

She looked down and ran her hand up the front of my pants, thrilling me with her touch even through the fabric. “Definitely because of that too.”

I pulled her hair hard as my need to be inside her coursed through me, making my body ache. All day, I’d been close enough to reach out and touch her but couldn’t, and now that she was in my arms again, I craved the feeling of having her like no other man on earth could.

Her fingers slid inside the top of my pants, grazing the tip of my cock and sending a jolt of electricity through me. I bent down and kissed her neck, reveling in the flavor of her skin on my tongue. The mixture of her natural taste and the vanilla body wash she used filled my mouth and nose, exciting me.

I sunk my teeth into her earlobe before whispering, “God, it was torture being next to you all day and not being able to hold your hand or tell you I was there.”

Serena scratched her nails across the back of my neck and moaned. “I knew. I always know when you’re nearby.”

Lifting my head, I looked down at her dark eyes staring at me. “I wanted everyone to disappear so I could take you into my arms and get you out of there.”

She slid her tongue along the seam of my mouth and a tiny moan escaped from her lips. “I know. I’m sorry that you had to go through that, but he’s gone now, Ryder.”

I knew Oliver’s death changed nothing with her father, but at that moment, I didn’t want to think of anything but Serena and how much I needed to be buried balls deep inside her. Whatever Robert would do from this point on, I didn’t care. All I cared about was Serena.

Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees and pulled my cock out of my pants. Looking up at me with a wide-eyed look full of innocence that had no place between us at that moment, she took all of me into her mouth until I butted up against the back of her throat. Warm and wet, the tip of her tongue flicked against the base of my shaft, making my eyes want to roll back into my head in ecstasy.

But I didn’t want just that. I needed more than to just watch her get me off. I needed to see her come as I fucked her with all the desire that existed inside me.

Gently, I pushed her off me, and with a pout she sat back on her heels, her hand still palming my damp cock. “What’s wrong?”

“Come here.”

I pulled her up so she stood in front of me. “I want more. I need to feel you around me.”

Our hands fumbled with our clothes, and in seconds she stood naked in front me and I stood in my pants barely clinging to my hips. Lifting her, I positioned her just above my ready cock and pushed her back against the wall.

“I want anyone who looks into your eyes to know you aren’t fucking mourning that son of a bitch. I want them to see that sparkle in them I see when you moan my name as my cock fills you.”

As I spoke, she whimpered and dug her heels into my lower back. “I want them to know how much I love when you fuck me. How I love the feel of you inside me. And how I don’t want any other man ever again.”

The head of my cock slid into her wet pussy, and inch by inch I filled her until our bodies joined together completely. She was tight and hot and it took everything in my being not to jackhammer into her like a fucking animal. All the rage at Oliver and Robert and every other bastard who’d kept us apart roiled in my brain, but she didn’t deserve to feel that from me.

She deserved better than that. She deserved to be adored and worshipped.

And that’s what I intended to give her.

Her hands clutched at the back of my neck, pulling me to her, and I kissed her long and deep like everything I’d ever needed existed in that one kiss. Slowly, I slid my cock out of her snug cunt and then even slower I eased back inside her body. I wanted this to last forever, just the two of us together as we gave one another the pleasure we’d never found anywhere else but with each other.

She sunk her teeth into my shoulder and then whispered, “Oh, God, when you go slow like that, it’s like the sweetest torture, Ryder.”

“I want to take my time and fuck you until you can’t stand and I have to carry you to bed,” I groaned as I slid my cock back inside her.

Serena moaned as I hit that spot I knew made her feel incredible. “I don’t care how you do it. Fast, slow, just don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begged.

She didn’t have to worry. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

Her cunt squeezed my cock every time I retreated from her, as if her body didn’t want to lose that feeling our joining created, and gave me the most unbelievable sensations that for a second I didn’t mind leaving her.

But every time that feeling was fleeting, and I was back to missing how her body felt around me. Serena consumed my every thought, my every need, just as she had since the first moment I touched her all that time ago.

I buried myself inside her one last time, staying where I found the only physical pleasure in my days and nights, and leaned against the wall as I came. Her thighs closed around my waist, trembling against my sides, and she came as she kissed me like I truly was what she called me.

Her savior.

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