Page 62 of Hate To Love You

“Ryker, we’re going to get in trouble,” he chuckles deeply against my lips.

“You forgot who you’re with, Rebel.”

I roll my eyes, because yeah, I did forget who I was with. The guy that can literally get away with murder on this campus. Okay, maybe not murder, but whatever.

I really didn’t plan for this to happen. I mean yeah, I made out with him in the hallway, but that was a moment of weakness.

But after he explained why he went after Ashton, something bubbled up inside me. It’s not just the fact that he defended my honor; it’s the raw, animalistic nature of the act. The thought of Ryker being so possessive and protective of me makes my pussy drip with anticipation.

I pull away from our kiss for a moment, breathless and eager, looking into his eyes and seeing the desire burning there, causing me to smile mischievously. I want to make him feel good. I want to feel his dick moving in and out of my mouth as I suck eagerly. But that’ll have to wait. I need him inside me, right now.

With one quick movement, I unbuckle his belt, tugging his pants and boxers down, releasing his thick, hard cock. It springs free, and I waste no time in wrapping my fingers around it, pumping it with ardor.

Ryker groans, tangling his fingers in my hair as I begin to pump faster. I can’t help the soft moan that leaves my lips as I feel him and continue my assault on his lips. He feels so big in my tiny hands, and I honestly can’t believe that thing was inside me.

I grab his hand and move it to the button on my jeans. His hand begins to fumble with the button and zipper without breaking our kiss. I lift myself off the table so he can drag the jeans and panties down my legs, throwing my shoes off in the process. I can’t believe we’re about to do this, in public, again. The risk of getting caught sends thrills through my body, anticipation coiling in my veins.

Ryker reaches down to the floor, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a small foil packet.

He grabs both sides of my face and kisses me hard. Ryker takes a small step closer, and I can feel the head of his dick at my entrance. Before he pushes in, he glides a finger through my wetness.

“So, fucking ready for me,” he practically growls. I whimper, desperate to feel him, and before I can say anything, he’s pushing into me fast and hard. He doesn’t give me any time to adjust to his length or thickness. Instead, he pounds into me unforgivingly.

He grips my hips, thrusting into me, and my eyes lock with his dark ones. A tingling feeling swirls in my core as I watch his intense gaze move from mine to the spot where our bodies are joined.

The slick sound of Ryker moving in and out of me fills the empty room, along with our heavy breathing and moans. I throw my head back, my breasts heaving as Ryker picks up the pace.

Holy shit. I’m not going to last much longer. The need to cry out overtaking my senses. My nails dig into his shoulders as I feel the familiar wave of my orgasm building.

“Ryker, I’m going to come,” I pant. Ryker smirks, grabbing my waist and pulling out of me. I let out a loud groan in protest. What the hell is he doing?

Grabbing my arm, Ryker twists me around, shoving my upper body on the table I was just sitting on. In one smooth motion, he enters me from behind with a rough thrust that makes us both groan loudly. The new position brings new waves of pleasure and I’m even closer to the edge now.

Ryker pounds into my pussy with abandon, spanking my ass cheek hard. The unexpected gesture makes me scream out, the pain mixing with pleasure as my sensitive flesh tingles under his rough treatment. I’ve never been slapped during sex before, and if you’d asked me twenty minutes ago if I’d enjoy it, I probably would have said no. But now?

“You like that, don't you, Gwen?" Ryker growls in my ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. "You like being fucked like this, with the chance of anyone walking in on us at any moment. You’re not as innocent as people think you are, are you, Rebel?”

“Ryker!" I cry out, my face pressed against the cool surface of the table, contrasting with the heat of our bodies. "Oh God, Ryker, don't stop!”

Ryker chuckles to himself.

“Not a chance, baby.”

Ryker grips my hips tightly, slamming into me with all his strength. The force of his thrusts shakes the desk, making it scrape against the floor slightly. A loud moan escapes my lips, and Ryker’s hand slips over my mouth gently, keeping me quiet.

“Shh, Guinevere. Someone will hear you. And I’m the only one that gets to hear you moan.”

My nerve endings feel like I’m on fire, my whole body tingling with pleasure at his dirty words and almost painful thrusts. I have never been fucked like this before, so roughly, so passionately. It’s Ryker claiming me, marking me his, and I love every second of it.

As Ryker continues slamming into my pussy, he reaches around, his finger rubbing my swollen clit. A few circles over it, and I’m so close to coming. My body trembles as a powerful orgasm begins to rip through me, my pussy starting to clench tightly around Ryker's cock.

“That’s it, come for me, Gwen," Ryker grunts. “Let me feel that tight pussy milk my cock. Yes, just like that. That’s my good fucking girl.”

His words push me over the edge, and I cry out loudly, my body shaking uncontrollably. Ryker follows right behind me. With a few more thrusts, he buries himself deep inside me, and I can feel his dick pulsing inside me.

We stay like this for a moment, breathless and spent, our bodies still connected. Then, slowly, Ryker pulls out, looking down at my dripping pussy.

He helps me up and puts his hands on both sides of my face, pulling me in for a long, passionate kiss. God, this is not what I thought was going to happen today. But I really don’t regret that it did.

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