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Chapter 35

Guinevere

My heart hammers in my chest as I feel the cold damp air in the bathroom against my bare skin. Ryker's hot breath ghosts over my sex, making me squirm with anticipation.

He nips at my inner thighs as he works his way up. I can’t hold back my whimpers, my hands grasping together as I feel his hot tongue trace the slick folds of my pussy. He teases me, licking and sucking gently, avoiding my swollen clit, and driving me wild with need.

God, I need his mouth on me right now. He’s been teasing me this whole time, and I’m about to explode.

“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with longing. I feel like I’m always begging him.

With a low chuckle, Ryker finally grants me mercy

swirling his tongue around my sensitive bud before sucking it firmly into his mouth. I cry out, my hips bucking against his face as the long-awaited pleasure rips through me.

I can feel his tongue fucking me in time with the relentless circling of my clit, and within moments, I’m climaxing, my body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

As the intense sensations begin to subside, Ryker stands, pressing his hard length against my core. I can feel his cock twitching against me, waiting to plunge deep inside. My body shivers involuntarily. My eyes meet his, darkened with desire and heat.

“What do you want, Rebel?” he asks in a husky tone, making me crave him even more.

“I want you” I tell him as I unabashedly grind my wet, slick pussy against his hardon. “Fuck me.”

Ryker groans, angling my pelvis slightly for easier access.

I lean in, leaving a soft kiss on his lips. He deepens it, and I can feel his tongue slide over mine as we begin a rhythm.

“Fuck, Rebel,” Ryker closes his eyes briefly, and when he opens them, they’re darker than before.

My heart pounds and my breath catches in my throat as Ryker kisses me again, this time much rougher as he begins to press into me.

I can’t help the cry that comes out as my body adjusts to him inside me. This feeling has easily become the best feeling in the world, and I don’t know how I ever lived without it.

Ryker pulls out slowly, and then pushes in again, hitting a deeper spot inside of me. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to thrust harder. His hands grip my thighs as he drives into me with fierce abandon.

The sound of skin against skin echoes off the bathroom walls, mingling with our heated groans and gasps.

I don’t know how he manages to bring me to the edge so fast each time. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I need him to fuck me harder. I need more.

“Harder, please,” I pant, wanting to feel him deeper, wilder.

Ryker lets out a predatory growl as he grasps my ass cheeks, lifting me higher as he pounds into me. The rough treatment sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my core and I tighten my legs around his waist, urging him on.

Our bodies glisten with sweat under the harsh lights in the small bathroom, and I feel like I could scream.

I meet each of Ryker's thrusts with one of my own, our pelvises slamming together in a frantic rhythm. I moan loudly, and Ryker does the same.

“Come again for me, baby,” Ryker grunts, his eyes screwed shut in concentration. “I need to feel you coming on my cock.”

My breath hitches as another orgasm builds within me. He feels fucking incredible, rubbing all the right spots inside me and even though I need to come, I don’t want this to end.

My heels dig into Ryker’s ass, urging him deeper as I chase my release.

Then, with a loud cry, I shatter, my body convulsing around his thick length.

“Atta girl,” he says gruffly. “That’s it, Rebel.”

Ryker thrusts a few more times before he stiffens, groaning loudly as he chases his own release. I feel him pulsing inside me, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.

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