Page 43 of Ryder

“Raise your arms above your head and don’t move them.” Not only did I want to dominate Braylen, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t putting any strain on her wrist. Every time I glanced at the bandage, which was every other second, a pang of guilt ate at me. I knew it wasn’t a serious injury, but it cut me just the same.

“So bossy,” she teased, licking her lips in anticipation of what I would do. A flush spread from her neck to her cheeks, making her look so goddamn sexy. She wanted me, and I wasn’t gonna keep either of us waiting much longer.

“You have no idea.” Completely pushing aside any thoughts other than the woman lying beneath me, I claimed her mouth while my fingers trailed over her skin. First over her collarbone, then down to her nipple, pinching the erect bud and making her moan. When I moved over her ribcage to her hipbone, her back arched off the bed, knowing where my fingers were headed next.

I lightly tapped her pussy, the air in her lungs catching midbreath before I stroked between her folds. She was drenched, her body trembling when my thumb finally circled her clit. Her moans drove me crazy, the way her body went limp seconds before tensing again, then relaxing once more. Back and forth I played with her, teasing and tormenting her just how I knew she loved.

Inserting two fingers inside her while continuing to play with her clit, I slowly pumped them in and out, the rhythm bringing her closer to release. Before she tipped over, though, I removed my hand.

“What are you doing?” she groaned, annoyed that I’d stolen her pleasure.

“I wanna taste you.” Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I deliberately sucked on each one, making sure to keep my eyes on her to see her reaction. “You always taste so sweet.” Her eyes widened and her lips parted, but she said nothing. Instead, her breaths came out short and choppy, the flush painting her skin deepening. “Do you want me to lick your pussy now?”

“Please,” she begged, keeping her arms above her head while thrusting her hips toward me. I wanted to take my time, draw out her pleasure, but I was anxious to bury myself inside her. The quicker she came on my tongue, the sooner I could fuck her, so I spread her legs farther apart and trailed my finger down the inside of her thigh. Goose bumps covered her skin the closer my mouth moved toward her pussy. Kissing beneath her navel, I moved lower still, blowing over her wetness before licking her juices. “So fuckin’ wet,” I murmured.

“Please,” she repeated, her body rocking against my mouth as I lapped up her sweetness like a starving man.

“I think I’m addicted to you,” I confessed, pressing on her clit with my thumb while I fucked her with my tongue.

“Don’t stop. Oh . . . I’m so close already,” she whimpered. “Oh my God, yeah, keep doin’ that.”

Within moments, Braylen found her rhythm, crying out as she hovered on the verge. I’d come to know her body almost as well as I knew my own, knew just what she needed to finally come undone.

Flattening my tongue, I licked the length of her, pinching her clit before wrapping my lips around the overly sensitive bud. I pumped two fingers inside her, hitting her sweet spot until she cried out my name over and over again.

With my face still buried between her legs, I waited until her breathing evened out. Giving her one final kiss on the inside of each of her thighs, I moved up the bed and almost lost it when I came face-to-face with the woman who was slowly changing me.

As cliché as it sounded, she made me wanna be a better man. She called me out on my shit, showing me boundaries when I’d never paid attention to such things before. Even though I continued to struggle with my decision not to end Richard, Braylen made me feel somewhat okay with it—as okay as any man could feel with not killing his mother’s murderer, anyway. The entire situation was fucked up beyond belief, but at least I had someone by my side to help me through it. I knew I wasn’t an easy man to love, but I truly believed she was destined to be mine.

She better learn to love my ornery ways, or else I’ll strap her to my bed until she changes her mind.

The thought of restraining Braylen made my dick twitch. I fisted myself and rubbed back and forth between her velvet lips. “Is this what you want?”

A simple nod from her was all it took for me to bury myself to the hilt.

It was like coming home.

I ravaged her for hours, my stamina even impressing me. I’d flipped her into various positions, always careful of her wrist. I thought for sure after round three I would’ve slowed down, but I needed to lose myself for as long as possible. And she wasn’t complaining.

When we were finally sated—or I should say when I had finally exhausted myself—I fell onto my back beside her. She snuggled close, resting her head on my chest. Careful of the bruises coating parts of my torso, she drew countless circles on my skin. The action was so soothing I’d almost drifted off to sleep, but I knew she wanted to ask me something.

“Ask me what you want,” I blurted, waiting for her to deny that she had anything to inquire about. Instead, she surprised me by apologizing, for what I wasn’t sure.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. Trust me, I’ve done it enough for the both of us. Just ask me what you want.” My breathing remained even, hopefully letting her know I was becoming more comfortable with opening up.

“What was in the needle they shoved in your arm?”

“A mild sedative.”

“They just happen to have that stuff lying around?”

“Yeah, for various reasons.”

“Like what?”

I should’ve known she’d push for more.

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