Page 11 of Ryder

“Let’s get these off you.” I reached for her jeans, practically ripping off the top button and tearing them down the front. As soon as the fabric parted, I pushed her onto her back, hooked my fingers into the waistband and shimmied her jeans over her hips, much like she’d done with mine. Only I took them all the way off her, tossing them over my shoulder before tearing off her white lace panties.

Pulling her back into a sitting position, I reached behind her back and unhooked her matching bra, flinging that somewhere behind me as well. All the while, Braylen continued to stroke me, softer than before because she didn’t want me to come yet any more than I wanted to.

“I’m still upset with you,” she said, smearing a drop of precum over the crown.

“I can live with that,” I rasped, mentally counting to ten to calm myself. “Just as long as I get to bury myself inside that sweet pussy of yours.” She loved when I used that word—pussy. It turned her on beyond all reason.

“Say it again,” she whimpered, moving toward the edge of the table and spreading her legs. Her arousal glistened between her thighs, the sight enough to almost make me lose it right then and there.

Leaning closer, I nipped her earlobe. “Pussy.”

She shuddered, her fingers tightening around my cock.

“Careful, sweetheart.” Braylen flashed me a wicked grin before lining me up at her entrance. “Do you want me to fuck you now?” She nodded, lowering her fingers to cup my tightly drawn balls. I groaned into her mouth as I seized her lips once more, thrusting inside her in one quick motion, joining our bodies before either of us could take our next breath.

We’d stopped using condoms a month prior; we were both clean and she was on the pill. Taking her bare was the best feeling in the entire world. No barrier, just skin on skin. Heightened pleasure for us both.

She gasped, her own moans swallowed by our kiss. “Ryder!” she screamed, bracing herself on the table as I withdrew before roughly plunging back inside. There was nothing sweet and calm about how I took her. Braylen loved it rough and so did I. We both needed the aggressive sex more than ever, anger still simmering inside both of us for various reasons.

The legs of the table screeched against the tiled floor, the back-and-forth rhythm matching the erratic beat of my heart. I wanted so badly to fuck her with wild abandon, but I toed the invisible line between having rough sex and eviscerating her.

As soon as I hit her sweet spot, she threw her head back and arched her tits in my face. Without a second thought, my teeth grazed one of her nipples, my fingers pinching the other hardened bud. “Oh my God!” she cried out. “Yeah . . . right there. Yeah . . . yeah.” She pumped her hips toward me as I drove into her, neither of us giving in to the other. We were both chasing our high, the sweet bliss of release that was inevitable.

“I love fucking you, baby,” I roared, moving to bite down on the tender flesh of her throat, running my tongue over the affected area to soothe away the bite of pain.

I marked her.

I claimed her.

I fucked her until her pussy started to clench.

“That’s it. Come for me.” I pushed her body to the limits, forcing her to look at me while she came all over me. Her body squeezed my cock, shooting tiny spasms down my shaft until I was barely holding on.

Braylen shouted my name as she came, her fingers diving into my hair and yanking while she rode out her wave of pleasure. Tinges of pain erupted at the roots of my hair follicles, but it only drove me to fuck her faster, stretching her orgasm out as long as possible.

When she was finally sated, I chased my own climax, my bruising grip on her waist crushing her to me. “Oh fuck!” I shouted over and over until my balls drew tighter, the all-too-familiar pull starting at the base of my spine.

I wanted to last longer but her body demanded so much from mine. I gave her greedy pussy everything, spilling every last drop inside her as my orgasm threatened to pull me under and never let go.

Braylen

Still sitting on the table, Ryder’s face buried in my neck and his cock still jerking inside me, I realized there was no other place I’d rather be. Call it hormones, or the high from my orgasm, but something pulled me toward this man time and time again. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the connection was, and after trying to dissect it for weeks—months even—I came to the conclusion that it was inexplicable.

All I wanted to do was melt into the man pinning me in place, but I couldn’t release all of myself. Not completely, without reservation. Especially since there were so many things up in the air between us. We were like oil and water, and other than a few rare moments sprinkled in between, the only times we meshed as one were when we were having sex. Or leading up to the utterly delicious act.

As the pace of my heart steadily slowed, my eyes roamed around the space of Ryder’s home. His place exuded masculinity, rustic décor everywhere, yet I found it cozy. A hearty fireplace took up the center wall of his living room, a few pieces of camel-colored leather furniture surrounding the focal point. His kitchen was small yet updated, all the latest stainless steel appliances glimmering in the condensed space. One of my favorite areas of his house, however—beside his bedroom, of course—was his en suite bathroom. The antique claw-foot tub called to me each and every time I spent the night. Although I wasn’t sure I’d be sleeping over again anytime soon, not with the threat of him possibly maiming me in my sleep.

Hell, possibly worse.

From what I understood, most of the men in the club lived close to the compound, yet on their own parcel of land, with top-of-the-line security installed to deter any unwanted guests. Ryder’s house was no different. Sitting on three acres of land, he was housed in solitude yet close enough that he didn’t live in the middle of bum fuck Egypt.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he mumbled before lifting his head to look at me. Several seconds passed of looking into each other’s eyes before he placed a chaste kiss on my lips. It was almost as if he wanted to tell me something but thought better of it. Ryder fell from my body, pulled up his boxer briefs and jeans and tucked himself back into place. He reached for a box of tissues sitting on the counter.

“What?” He pushed my legs apart to wipe himself from my inner thighs.

“Nothing. I just like when you take care of me after sex. It’s nice.”

“Nice?

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