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We have four days left to be forced together to finish our presentation. Why can’t he just focus on that?

I don’t know if I could handle this whole Ashton situation by myself if it were to take a turn, but I do know I don’t need Ryker to be my knight in shining armor.

But did I want him to be? The thought of Ryker defending me, protecting me, causes my entire body to heat. The spot between my legs pulses, and my breath quickens.

I know I shouldn’t think about him like that. I know he’s probably slept with other girls since we met, I’m not stupid. I know if I let myself go there with him, I won’t be able to go back, and he’ll break me.

Yet, I can’t stop the ache in my core and the way my thighs clench under my covers.

I shouldn’t do this; I know I shouldn’t. But the way Ryker looked at me tonight, like he would burn the world down if something tried to hurt me, the way the smell of him made my mouth water, the look of frustration in his eyes when I refused his help. I need a release. Just this once, and then I’ll never think about it or him again. Not like this.

I relax back into my pillow and make myself comfortable as I reach for the waistband of my pajama pants, pulling them down to my knees.

I run my fingers along the dampness of my panties. The cold air in my room makes me shiver, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

Pulling my panties down to meet my pajama pants at my knees, I gently run my finger between the wetness of my pussy. As I begin to rub my sensitive clit, I imagine Ryker's strong hands on my body.

My breath quickens as I think about Ryker's hard cock, how it would feel inside me, stretching my walls and making me feel full.

My eyes close and I picture Ryker's face, his intense gaze locking with mine as he pushes me against a wall, kissing me passionately with his warm, plush lips.

I whimper softly as I continue to circle my clit with my wet finger, wishing it was Ryker's tongue teasing me, making me beg for more. I want him to take control, to fuck me senseless until I can’t remember my own name.

Images of Ryker and I entwined, Ryker's muscular body pressing against me, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts into me over and over.

I can feel the intensity building inside me, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke of my fingers. I quicken my pace, desperate to reach the climax I crave so much.

My mind imagines Ryker whispering dirty things into my ear, telling me how wet and tight I feel, how he wants to make me come all over his cock.

Trying to stifle my moans, I quickly put my other hand over my mouth as I imagine him fucking me harder, our sweat-soaked bodies slamming together. I can feel my orgasm building, and as much as I don’t want the fantasy to end, I need to come.

As I near the edge, I picture Ryker's hand around his thick cock, stroking himself as he watches me finger my pussy. That’s it, that’s all it takes to make me come so hard, my body convulses and shakes with pleasure. I continue moving my hand as I ride the waves of my orgasm.

Fuck that was intense.

My eyes open slowly as I catch my breath and come down from my high. I’m sensitive and satisfied, and even more confused than I was before.

Would it feel that good in real life? Maybe I should find out.

Chapter 26

Ryker

I wanted to work on finishing our project right after class today, but Gwen has plans with her friend Damian who I now know is the guy I thought was her boyfriend.

Apparently, they’ve known each other since like middle school or some shit. Whatever, I still don’t like him. He may not look at Gwen like I do, but there’s no way he hasn’t at one point, and that makes me want to rip his eyes out.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and when I pull it out to look at the caller ID, I audibly groan, earning a few annoyed glances from students walking by.

Against my better judgement, I answer my mother’s call. I haven’t heard from my mother in weeks, and she only calls when she needs help with my father.

“Hello?” I say, trying to hold back my distaste.

“Hi sweetie, how are you?” my mother’s sugary voice asks. I roll my eyes, because I know she doesn’t really care.

“I’m fine, mom. What’s up?” I hear some rustling in the background, and then what sounds like a door shutting. Mom lets out a long sigh.

“Nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice,” she sniffs. “I miss you and your brother. I’m all alone in this big house since your father’s always at work.”

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