Page 52 of Ryker

“If you want my cock, Butterfly, you have to be ready for it.” He spanks me again, only this time not nearly as hard. The air whooshes out of me as I give into him. “That’s my good girl.” He runs his hand over my ass cheeks, greedily, hungrily.

Smack! Smack!

I melt into the mattress. This is different than I’ve experienced, and I think it’s solely because of the intention behind the impact.

And the man.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I try really hard to erase the thoughts infiltrating my good mood.

“Talk to me,” Sir says. “You need to let me know where your head is, Butterfly.”

“Green.” I roll over so I can see him. “I’m green.”

He stares at me for a beat, probably deciphering if I’m telling the truth or not, then he smiles. “Good.” After taking his shirt off, Ryker crawls back on top of me, and my thighs spread wide to give him room. “Your ass looks gorgeous with my handprints on it.”

“You like marking your territory, huh?”

“Understatement of the century.” He nips my skin, working his way up my neck to lick the shell of my ear. “Do you have condoms?”

“Top drawer, just there.” I point at my end table.

The instant he lifts off me, cool air blows across my skin, hardening my nipples even more. I’m still wearing my dress. Reaching around to unzip it, Ryker stops me.

“Don’t take it off,” he orders, peeling off his shirt.

“Why not?”

He arches his brow at me. “You lost the bet. Now you better hold up your end of the deal and obey me.”

I lay back and pout. Damnit, I should have never made that deal with him. But really? He’s right. I was never going to walk. He called my bluff. Honestly, I’m not sure why we even made the deal in the first place. Especially Ryker.

This man is chiseled but not bulky. He has various tattoos all over his tanned body. When he crawls between my legs again, he shoves his pants down and rolls the condom over his length. I’m suddenly hyper aware of how big his dick is. It’s above average in length and has some serious girth.

I hope it fits.

“Your needy little pussy is so pretty.” He reaches between my legs and shoves two fingers inside me. Sir hits my g-spot and smiles. “I need you to come again for me, Butterfly.”

I don’t do on command tricks. But if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing in there, I just might come close. “Fuck, that feels good.” My gaze locks with his as breaths turn to pants, and I lift my leg, pressing it against his shoulder. He holds my ankle and lifts it away from him, holding me half suspended in the air at an angle that makes his fingers inside me that much more intense. “Oh my god.”

“Be my good girl and let me get you ready.” His rhythm changes. So does his speed. I think he adds another digit inside me. Everything’s tight. Sensitive. On fire. I feel so full. “Can you take another?”

Wet noises fill the room. My body burns. Blood swishes in my ears. Something in me coils tightly. “I… Yes.” I can try, right?

Ryker slips another finger inside me. “That’s it. You’re doing so good for me.”

If that’s the praise I get for taking another finger, he can shove all ten up there.

He pumps into me again and it’s so intense I have to breathe through the pain for a few seconds until pleasure takes over again.

“Look at you, taking this so fucking well, Tara.”

My name in his mouth sounds sinful and decadent. My thighs shake, back arches, and eyes squeeze shut. “I’m gonna come again,” I groan, just as my orgasm hits.

He pulls out, jerks me forward, and impales me with his cock, robbing me of breath. I’m so full, so stretched, it fucking burns. Instead of giving me time to adjust, Ryker moves his body over mine like an undulating wave. I swear to all that’s unholy he’s able to hit that same spot inside me with his dick and my almost-lost orgasm renews and barrels out of me like a fucking hurricane.

“That’s a good girl,” he thrusts harder. “Fuck you’re so tight. Clench my cock with that pretty cunt.”

We fuck slowly, intensely, until he’s driven us both up to the headboard. Then he gathers my dress and balls it in his hand, before shoving a bunch of the fabric in my mouth. “Ready to scream?”

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