Page 49 of Selfless

Her hands go to my waist, and she pushes up my cummerbund and unbuttons my pants all while staring up at me with a mischievous look in her eyes.

I grab her hands. “Stop.”

“What? Change your mind already?” She cocks her brow at me in challenge.

“I wanna please you.” I want my head between her legs. I wanna taste her while she comes on my tongue.

“You have. Now, I wanna please you.” Her voice drops to a whisper as her eyes fall to the outline of my hard cock inside my pants. “Please,” she begs, and it’s my undoing.

I let go of her hands and reach out, sliding mine into her hair. I pull her head back, and she sucks in a breath; my cock twitches as I watch her lips part while she breathes heavily. My other hand reaches out and cups her cheek while my thumb runs over her parted lips. “What do you want, baby? Tonight is all about you.” The rest of my life is gonna be about you.

“I want to taste you,” she moans, and I smile.

I pull away, and she looks up at me through heavy eyes. “Lie on the floor,” I order.

She doesn’t argue as she lies down in my limo in an expensive evening gown. My smile widens, glad I chose the Escalade limo over any other. The cut out of the mini bar to the right where the back door is gives me just the right amount of room to do what I have planned.

I undo my seat belt and slide off my seat to the floor at her feet. She pulls her knees up, and I grab the hem of her dress. I slowly raise it up and over her legs allowing my knuckles to graze her smooth legs. I moan when she lifts her hips for me to raise it higher. She has on a pair of black lace panties. Her legs fall open when I place my hand on her inner thigh and run it up along her flesh to the black lace.

“Ryder,” she breathes as she runs her hands through her curled blond hair.

“Shh,” I whisper. “I know, baby.”

I very slowly place my hands on either side of her hips and lift one leg over hers to straddle her. This limo isn’t ideal for sex, but it’s doable. I just gotta keep in mind that Milton is driving, and this is New York. He can fling me face first into the floor at any moment.

I place her arms above her head. I come to a stop when my legs are on either side of her upper chest.

I let go of her arms, and she leaves them above her head, unable to move them with my body pinning her chest and shoulders.

I reach down and unzip my pants. She licks her lips as she watches me pull my hard cock out of my zipper. I wrap my hand around the base and start to stroke it. Fuck, it hurts; I’m so hard.

She whimpers, and her body shakes as a tremor runs through it. I position myself up on my knees and lean forward. “Open those pretty red lips,” I order. She opens for me, and I guide the head of my cock between them.

I moan as her tongue licks around the tip of it before she wraps her lips around the head. She pulls back and licks up the shaft while her eyes stay on mine.

I growl as if I’m an animal about to attack its prey. I press forward, pushing more of my cock into her mouth. I grind my teeth when she lifts her arms awkwardly and places them on my upper chest.

I grab them and pin them down to the floor at her forearms. I readjust my knees, squeezing her chest between them, and press forward. It forces her to take more of me without being able to pull away.

Her body lies incapacitated on the floor of the limo. All she can do is take what I’m giving her. She tries to tilt her head side to side to free her mouth of my cock to get a breath, but she can’t. “You feel so good,” I tell her, closing my eyes. “Your mouth. Your tongue. Fuck, baby, I can’t go easy,” I admit.

She moans around my cock, and I start to move—faster and harder. Her body thrashes under mine, and every now and then when I push it to the back of her throat, she closes her eyes and makes a choking noise, and I find it hot as hell. Her at my mercy. Her serving me.

My legs are starting to go numb from my cramped spot, and I know her hands must be going numb.

I look down at her, and tears slowly fall down the sides of her face as her mouth is open to me. It’s my undoing. I come in her mouth with a grunt as my balls tighten, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming out her name.

ASHLYN

I walk on shaky legs to the elevator in the Q’s. The doors close, and I look at myself in the mirrored walls. When this evening started, I must say I looked pretty damn good, but now that it’s over, I look like a woman he picked up on the side of the road for a couple of hundred bucks. It’s sad how soft I am for him. But the bad part is that I’m not even embarrassed about it.

My long blond hair has lost its curl, and the part where I had teased it looks like it was in a windstorm. The bobby pins long gone. My black eyeliner is running. But instead of running down my cheeks, it ran down the side of my eyes to my ears from lying flat on my back in the limo. Ryder placed his jacket over my shoulders before we got out of the limo, thank God, or you’d be able to see red marks on my upper arms from his hands.

The elevator dings, and the glass doors slide open. We stay silent as he places his hand on my lower back and guides me to the door. Good thing, too, because I’m not sure I could talk if I wanted to. My throat is sore, and my cheeks still burn. I like it. I liked the way he was in the limo. Unable to control himself. How he controlled me. I’m wetter now than I was earlier. Pleasing him makes me feel powerful because he loses all control.

I’m not sure why he chose my apartment to stay in tonight, but that’s where we are. I dig into my purse and hand him my key since I know Becca took his from him.

He walks past me into the living room. He sits down on the white leather chair and starts to undo his bow tie.

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