Page 51 of Hate To Love You

“Ryker,” I pant, my back arching into him, encouraging his actions as I fight with the thoughts in my brain.

Ryker cups both my breasts over my shirt, and my head falls back as pleasure coils tightly within me.

I’ve never felt this way before, so wanton and unrestrained. It’s as if Ryker has unleashed a side of me I never knew existed; a side that wants to be touched, tasted, and taken by this captivatingly arrogant man.

He continues his exploration, his hands sliding down my body to grasp my thighs, pulling me closer to him on the edge of the table. His hard erection presses against my pussy through our clothing.

I let out a soft whimper as he grinds against me, the friction sending shocks of pleasure to my core.

With nimble fingers, Ryker pulls my shirt over my head, exposing my lace-covered breasts. Unclasping my bra, he moves it slowly down my shoulders, so my chest is bare to him. My cheeks redden at the thought of Ryker standing in front of me, seeing my naked breasts.

His gaze lingers there for a few seconds before lowering his head to take one aching peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling and sucking until I’m squirming and moaning his name.

“Ryker, please,” I pant, my hands still tangled through his hair, as he sucks on my nipple.

His eyes shoot to mine, a devious smile playing on his lips.

“Please what?” he asks innocently. I roll my eyes.

“Please don’t make me say it,” I beg, my cheeks flushing.

Ryker chuckles and halts his movements, making me squirm as the agonizing ache between my legs grows.

“Tell me what you want, Guinevere,” he orders. He’s really not going to do anything until I say it, is he? I groan.

“Ryker, please… please make me come,” I beg. His lips quirk up into a devilish grin before he kisses a path down my stomach, his breath hot against the damp fabric of my panties.

With deft fingers, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, pulling them down along with my panties to reveal my soaking wet pussy.

“So beautiful,” Ryker murmurs, his fingers tracing my sensitive lips.

I cry out as he touches me, my hips bucking involuntarily as he glides his thumb over my clit in fast strokes.

Ryker falls to his knees, pulling me so my ass is partially off the table. I feel his hot breath as his mouth lands on my opening, his tongue flicking my clit in a painstaking rhythm. I feel the familiar pressure building in my core as he continues his assault on my clit, moving faster and harder.

“Ryker, I need-”

“I know what you need, Rebel” he growls, capturing my mouth in another searing kiss as he slides a finger deep inside me, curling it to find that magic spot that has me crying out for more.

I’m lost in a maelstrom of sensation as Ryker works his magic, his fingers skillfully stroking me, his mouth devouring mine. I’m aware of the risk, the possibility of being caught, but the rush of adrenaline only adds to my arousal.

As my orgasm builds, I keep my mouth locked with his as I surrender to the pleasure consuming me.

“Ryker, I'm gonna-”

Ryker doesn’t let me finish, adding another finger and increasing the pressure on my clit.

“Come for me, Gwen,” he commands, his voice thick with his own need.

I shatter, crying out as waves of pleasure pulse through me, my body convulsing uncontrollably. I ride out my orgasm, my breath coming in ragged gasps as Ryker continues to stroke me gently, drawing out my ecstasy.

Slowly, I open my eyes, a sated smile on my lips as I look at Ryker. He’s watching me, his eyes dark with desire, his breath coming in sharp bursts.

“That was…” I can’t even finish my sentence. There isn’t just one word to describe what just happened.

Ryker smiles slyly, looking so proud of himself. His dick looks like it wants to spring out of his jeans, and I want nothing more than to feel him inside me.

I sit up slightly, leaning on my elbows. I’m suddenly very aware that I’m fully naked, while Ryker is fully dressed, and that we’re still in the small private room of the library. Goosebumps rise on my skin, and I shudder.

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