Page 104 of These Pucking Boys

“Put it on, Peaches.”

I rip the packet with my teeth and then lean back to roll the condom down his dick. The moment protection is in place, he lies down and makes me sit astride him. “You’re riding me tonight, gorgeous. I want to see your lovely tits bounce as you move.”

I bet the visual is hot as hell for him, but with me on top, it’s probably easier on his shoulder too. “I always wanted to be a cowgirl.”

He rewards me with a crooked grin. “Is that so?”

I press my palm over his chest, so I don’t fall off. That would be embarrassing. My pussy is slick with arousal, making it easy to impale myself on Ryan’s cock. The stretch and the sensation of being filled by him is glorious.

Closing my eyes, I let out a throaty moan, “Ryan...”

Ryan hisses. “Peaches... you’re so fucking tight.”

I open my eyes and begin to move, slowly at first. I want to get used to his girth. I can’t believe he fucked my ass and I survived. His fingers dig into my hips, and he begins to move as well, pistoning into me every time I come down. The synchronized movements make me see stars when he hits my special spot. Ryan not having a piercing like Jake isn’t making a damn bit of difference. He’s more than capable of destroying my pussy.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He sits up suddenly and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

I gasp, loving this new layer of pleasure. We’re moving faster now. Ryan keeps one arm looped around my waist while I ride his cock as hard as I can. I can feel him getting harder inside of me, and I’m winding up tighter and tighter, ready to explode.

He releases my nipple to kiss me as if he’s dying and I’m his only salvation. I grab his hair, pulling at the strands. I’m gasping for air when the orgasm hits like a hurricane, sending me spinning out of control.

Ryan keeps moving faster and faster, and maybe it’s another minute before he groans against my mouth, and his dick pulses inside of me. His entire body shakes, joining mine in the frisson.

Breathing hard, he says, “I’m never happy when I have to sit out games. But I am now.”

My heart overflows with emotion. I’m still flying high, caught in post-orgasm bliss. No one could fault me if I mistake my reaction for falling in love.

CHAPTER 44

JUNE

Thanks to Ryan’s help, we were able to bake all the cupcakes I needed last night, and all that’s left for me to do today is add the frosting.

By the time the end of the school day rolls around, I’m begging for mercy. I got my period, and the first day is always brutal. I’m not sure how I was able to drive home, but as I trudge out of the elevator, the pain is so intense that I’m afraid I might pass out.

Feeling woozy, I stick my hand in my purse, searching for the apartment key. But the bugger isn’t in the small pocket, which means I have to empty the whole purse to find it. I press my back against the wall and slide down until my butt meets the floor.

As all the contents spill out of my purse, I wince in disgust. There’s so much crap in there that I don’t need, such as old receipts that have already faded, pens that probably don’t work, and an assortment of hair ties that I can never find when I need them.

My phone rings, and when I see Bill’s name flashing on the screen, it makes me even sicker. Usually, I’d reject the call, but I don’t have the energy to do that. I let it ring until it goes to voicemail. Nothing good will come of that conversation. Maybe he wants to complain about my social life like his new girlfriend did. Fuckers. They deserve each other.

The elevator door opens again, and Ryan steps out, looking like a male model who just came off the runway. “Peaches! What are you doing on the floor?”

I tilt my head back, resting it against the wall. “I’m trying to find my key.”

“You look pale. Are you sick?” He crouches in front of me and touches my forehead.

“I don’t have a fever. I got my period, and it’s usually rough on the first day.”

I expect Ryan to make a face—Bill hated when I mentioned anything related to what he called women’s problems. But Ryan looks concerned.

“What can I do?”

“Help me find the key?”

He glances at the mess I created in front of me and fishes out the key from under my small notebook. “Here. Do you wanna come to my place instead? I can make you chicken soup.”

I laugh despite the pain. “I don’t think I can eat anything right now.”

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