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Ryker brings my hands above my head, intertwining our fingers as he sets the perfect rhythm. I feel all of him while he rocks into me at just the right angle and pace, making me moan and call out his name.

“You’re doing such a good job, Ryker. Your cock is fucking me so well,” I tell him, my voice low and seductive.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Best pussy ever. So tight, so wet, so mine.” His thrusts then turn primal, his hips jutting against mine more rapidly.

“This okay?” he grits out, knowing I told him I didn’t want anything rough yet.

“You’re perfect. Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t. He continues to fuck me like that. Our hands intertwined, his balls slapping against my ass as our eyes stay locked on one another the entire time. Taking in every single reaction as we lose ourselves to our bodies, letting them take over.

I lift my head up in search of his lips and he dips down, kissing me with just as much fervor as he’s fucking me with.

“Now it’s my turn to fuck you,” I say when we pull apart, more than ready to get on top.

My favorite position.

Ryker rolls us over so that he’s lying down and I’m on top. His eyes roam up and down my body before focusing in on where we’re joined. “You’re so sexy, especially with my cock inside you.”

I lift up slowly, feeling every inch, and then slam back down, stealing my own breath at the feeling. “Oh God,” I moan, swiveling my hips as I begin to ride him. I slightly lift my hips while rocking against him to brush over my clit with every thrust.

“You’re so good at riding my cock, naughty thing, aren’t you?” he rasps, his eyes dark and full of need as his hands come up to cup my breasts.

“Just for you,” I whimper as his hands start playing with my piercings. My lower belly pools with warmth, my pending orgasm lingering, but I need more.

Bending forward, I lean over him to bring my breasts right in his face. “Suck.”

Ryker smirks, then obliges, his lips wrapping tightly around one of my nipples as his hand tugs at the other. My orgasm hits me then, shooting up my spine and making my fucking world shake. I don’t know how long I scream his name, but I don’t register anything until Ryker has me back on my back and is pounding into me as he finds his own release.

“You want me to fill this pussy up, baby? Coat you in my cum?” he grunts as sweat drips from his forehead.

“Oh God, Ryker, yes, please,” I whimper, feeling sensitive from my orgasm and possibly the lingering feelings I don’t want to think about right now.

That’s all it takes, and suddenly, he stills inside me, his cock jerking as he fills me up, warmth coating my walls.

Instead of flopping on me in exhaustion, Ryker sucks in a breath and leans down to kiss me. I expect it to be hot and wild, just like the sex we had, but it’s the opposite. His lips are soft and gentle as they meld with mine. He then moves his lips across my face, pressing kisses all over me.

I blush and start to giggle, rubbing my nose against his. We both breathe in deeply, our foreheads touching while we stay silent.

But my mind keeps running rampant with four little words.

I am so fucked.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ryker

It’s game day.

The second half of our baseball season is finally starting and this is my version of Christmas morning.

Baseball usually runs from late August to October, then picks up again in April and May. We’re sitting at the top of our division, and my stats have never looked better. My agent informed me that the Detroit Panthers are heavily interested and willing to sign me if all goes well for the rest of our season.

Instead of crumbling under the pressure, it pushes me forward to work harder. I’ve been lifting heavy, sticking to my nutrition plans, and getting extra cardio with Camille any chance we get.

The game is tonight at seven, on the first Friday of April. The grounds are solid after thawing from a cold winter, and the sun’s been peeking out over the mountains longer and longer every night.

I couldn’t be fucking happier.

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