Page 68 of Sweet Revenge

The first and only man I’d want there.

He grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them over my hips and down my legs, threw them on the floor, and then slid his body over mine, bracing himself on his arms when we were face-to-face.

He dropped his mouth to my neck and kissed his way down to my shoulder where he lingered while he ran his hand up to my breast. When he laid his palm over my breast, my body arched, trying to get closer to his hand.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy.” he breathed into my ear.

I slid my hand up his arm and around his neck until I could bury it in his hair, letting the soft tendrils slip through my fingers. He angled his head down and wrapped his lips around my nipple, skimming his hand down my chest, over my belly, and cupped my pussy, causing me to cry out.

“Gunner.” My eyes flew opened and met his when I thought of something. “What’s your real name?”

“Ryker,” he growled, his finger running up my slippery slit.

“Ryker,” I whispered and smiled, closing my eyes when the pleasure of him rubbing my pussy was too much. “Make me come.”

He groaned and pushed his finger deep inside me, his mouth alternately biting and then licking my neck. I moaned long and loud when he pushed another finger inside me. “I want you. Please.”

“Maggie.” He groaned, dropping his head to my neck and panting. My back arched against his fingers, and he swore. “Fuck, you’re killing me. I can’t wait anymore.”

He slid his body over mine, situated himself between my legs, and rose up on his forearms. He dropped his head and skimmed his lips across mine when he pushed my legs farther apart and lined himself up at my entrance. We both groaned loudly when he slowly pushed in, and I pulled my legs up higher, adjusting to his size.

“You’re mine.” he muttered against my lips when he was finally completely inside.

I wrapped my legs around his back. “And you’re mine.”

He grinned, but his grin faded when I lifted my hips and forced him deeper inside me. He pulled out and pushed back in faster this time. The whole time, he watched me closely. I knew what he was afraid of, and if I wanted him to feel as good as I was, I needed him to finally let go.

“I love this. Everything we’re doing,” I encouraged quietly. “I never thought it could be like this.” He let out a long breath and thrust harder, his face filled with agonizing pleasure. “But I need more.” His eyes locked with mine. “I need you to let go.”

He dropped his head, and I saw the muscles corded in his neck. He was hurting himself trying to go slow for me, but neither of us wanted that. I put my hands on either side of his face and pulled his head up to look at me again. “Let go, baby.” His eyes flared at the endearment. I’d never said that to anyone in my life, but I loved the way it may me feel when he said it to me, and I wanted to make him feel that good too. “I want you to show me how much you want me.”

He watched me for a moment longer, his expression fierce before he let the leash off his restraint, pulled out, and thrust hard back inside me. My back arched involuntarily, and I moaned. “More,” I panted.

He pushed my legs up to rest by his sides and rocked back onto his knees before pulling out and thrusting back in again. He threw his head back and groaned, his thrusts increasing, his body glistening with sweat made me ache somewhere deeper than before.

I felt my release building, but I needed more. I reached down and ran my finger over my clit, crying out from the insane pleasure I felt at the contact. I’d never touched myself before, never wanted to or had the sexual urges so many people seem to have, and I never understood any of it until right now.

His head jerked down, and he watched me, his eyes flaring, his thrusts picking up even more speed and I felt him growing bigger inside me. “Fuck, Maggie, you feel amazing. I need you to come, baby, so I can.”

I wanted that too, so I circled my clit the way he had the last time and felt it coming. Bigger than before, which was almost scary since the last time, my first orgasm, was so intense I thought my body was going to blow apart.

“Ryker,” I cried out in a raspy voice when I felt it bearing down on me. I was dizzy, my eyes unfocused, and all I could do was feel. His cock was stretching me so wide and hitting somewhere so deep that it felt like we were one person moving together. A few more flicks of my fingers, and my back arched, the orgasm raced through me, suspending my voice. My neck arched, and my head fell back onto the pillow when he thrust hard one last time, dropped his head and buried his face in to my neck.

We lay there for moments or hours, I couldn’t tell. I wasn’t even sure I was awake the entire time until I felt him lift himself from me. I grabbed his sides with my hands and held on.

“Don’t move.” I muttered, my words a little slurred like I was drunk.

“I don’t want to crush you, baby.” he said, his voice filled with amusement.

I wrapped my arms around his back and let my eyes lazily slide open. His eyes were on mine, and I swear I could see straight into his soul. “I like feeling you on top of me.”

He smiled softly and laid back down, but shifted most of his weight to his arms. His lips dropped to mine, and he kissed me sweetly for a few moments until he lifted his head. I felt wetness against my thigh and knew he felt what I did. He nodded his head and pulled out of me, causing both of us to groan before he headed for the bathroom. When he came back out, he used a wet washcloth and wiped between my legs. I watched him in awe while he finished and then went back to the bathroom. He came back out and slid into bed beside me, turned my body so we were lying face-to-face and tucked his arm under my head.

“You okay?”

I nodded as best I could while lying on his arm. “Better than okay.” I felt a blush work its way up my neck and over my cheeks, but I forced myself to talk about this anyway. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

He smirked. “It’ll only get better, baby, now that I know you can handle me.”

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