Page 22 of One Wild Night

He pulled back and smirked, never slowing his thrusts. “Oh, baby, I don’t think even Jesus fucked this good.”

His lips met mine again as his hand came between us and palmed my breast, pinching and tweaking first one nipple, then the other. I was a writhing mess, and within minutes, I was done for. I had never cum so hard in my life, but when this orgasm hit, my vision went black and filled with little flashes of tiny white lights. The expression of seeing stars during sex had never made sense until now.

“That’s it, baby, give it to me,” he cooed, finally slowing his thrusts as he kissed and nipped his way down my neck. “God, I love feeling your pussy walls milk my cock. You’re so fucking tight.”

When he finally stilled deep inside me, I leaned my head back and watched him cum. The pleasure on his face was unmistakable, and I knew it was a look I would never forget. Sure, he may have shared that look with hundreds of other women in the past, but this one was mine. I had caused it, and that was good enough for me.

After we were both satisfied, Ryan pulled out and took off the condom, tossing it outside the shower. “Oops. Looks like you’re all sweaty again, baby.” He gave me his signature cocky grin, and I wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. “Guess we’ll have to try again.”

The desire burning within his deep green eyes as he stepped toward me had me clenching my legs together in anticipation.

By the time we finally stepped out of the shower, the water had long run cold, but the bathroom was still filled with steam. Never in my life had I been fucked so thoroughly. Still, it wasn’t enough for either of us, and after drying off, our eyes met again. Wordlessly, I dropped my towel and approached him. With our bare chests pressed together, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, kissing him hard. His hands found my ass, and when I felt him tap it, I knew what he wanted. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning when I felt his cock rub against my overworked pussy.

Still locked in a deep kiss, Ryan fumbled his way back to his bed with me wrapped around him. We spent the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening there, fucking like rabbits in every way imaginable. The only time either of us left was to use the restroom or to grab a bottle of water or snack.

I had lost track of how many times I’d cum, or even how many condoms we went through. None of it mattered. The only thing that was important this weekend was Ryan, and the fact that we were together. I was going to be damned sure to make it worth it.

Hours later, both of us hot, sweaty messes, Ryan finally gave in to sleep. Just before I drifted off myself, I realized that the end was drawing near. While I knew he and I couldn’t continue to see each other, it didn’t stop me from wanting it. Sure, I’d had my reservations about him when we’d first met, but they were gone now. Ryan Lawson was a good man, and one I had to stay away from after tomorrow if I valued my life. With a heavy heart, I placed my hand lightly on his cheek and kissed his lips, whispering a quiet thank you. I then closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion win out.

Chapter 10

Ryan

Iawoke with big browneyes watching me.

"Hi," I yawned, stretching. Siena was sitting on the edge of my bed, as if waiting for me to wake up. Fuck! Was she wearing another one of my shirts?

"Good morning," Siena smiled. "I made breakfast. Well brunch really, since it’s almost noon now."

"You did?" I asked, sitting up. Shit, it was definitely my shirt. I wanted to ask for it back and make her eat naked. Fuck no. If I was being honest, what I really wanted was to have her for breakfast again.

"If you're anything like Tony, you probably always skip the most important meal of the day. I noticed you did yesterday."

"I'm not usually up in time for breakfast. Yesterday was an exception, but for once it was fucking worth it," I replied, getting out of bed and pulling a pair sweats on. Siena smiled warmly before following me into the kitchen. When she said she made breakfast, she wasn’t fucking kidding. There was enough to feed a damn army. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee. I didn’t even know I had all of this stuff in my kitchen.

"You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble," I muttered in awe. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken care of me so well.

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