Page 177 of Out of Bounds

"You’re saying I can’t do it?"

My fingers dug into the meat of his back. "It’s—it’s not going to—to work—"

"Look at me."

I didn’t until Ryan kissed me. Absolute insanity. I could barely focus while he stroked me with his cock and there he was, multitasking.

"If I thought for asecondthat you’d get hurt, would I do this?" Ryan asked, his voice soft. "Kassie?"

"No," I answered weakly.

"That’s right," he murmured and he knelt down, bringing me with him. From the floor, he grabbed his pants and fished out his wallet, pulling out a condom.

"We’re actually doing this?" I panted, gripping on to his neck.

Ryan didn’t say anything else, he ripped the wrapper and gazed up at me, looking into my eyes again. There was nothing on his face but pure lust. He kissed me again, hard, and as shocking as it was, I started to relax, just enjoying his body pressed up to mine.

Slowly, Ryan raised me up a little and his cock pressed against my entrance.

"Fuck me," I blurted out as he eased me down.

"That’s what I’m doing, baby," he breathed out. "Goddamn."

Slowly, he lifted me a little higher and lowered me on his cock. Both of us pressed forward and I burrowed my face against his neck, moaning.

"There we go." Ryan breathed in, bringing me down on his cock again, a little farther. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

With every new inch, I clenched him harder. He was right. Damn him, he was right. Having him take control like that felt so damn good. Ryan thrust into me again and I groaned, unable to keep it in. He built into a rhythm, fucking me against the door, bringing me higher and higher.

Ryan didn’t kiss me anymore, he just held me close and fucked me in the most insane position possible.

“What can I do to win the next bet?” He chuckled darkly.

I whimpered. “Arrogant asshole.”

“You’re damn right, baby.” Ryan dipped down and ran his tongue along my neck, kissing me in an unholy kiss. “So fucking tight. God, I just want to fuck you for hours.”

I could feel my orgasm building up. He wasn’t serious—right?

“You’re—you’re not close?”

“No.” He kissed my neck hard. “But you are.” His teeth grazed my skin. “How many times can I make you come?”

That man’s stamina was going to be the goddamn death of me. We had practice early tomorrow and he’d been wearing me out for days. I wanted him tocome. And he was just enjoying himself too much while I was so close to coming, I could taste it at the back of my throat. He’d already won the bet, he wouldn’t get to be smug about this too.

“How many times, Kassie?” he taunted, thrusting inside of me.

An idea hit me.

I tightened my grip on my neck and closed my eyes, forcing myself to concentrate while he fucked me hard.

"Ryan?" I whispered, running my hands through his hair.

"You didn’t answer, art girl."

"You—you feel so good," I whispered, breathless.

I didn’t imagine it. Ryan shifted to the side, even if he still kept a firm grip on me, thrusting inside.

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