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Chapter twenty-nine

Ryan

They were kissing again, abandon seizing both of them. “Please,” she moaned softly. Then her hands were between them, fumbling with the buttons on his trousers. He shifted back just a touch so she could get them open and pull his cock free with practiced fingers. She squeezed it once, firmly, before he groaned and backed away from her, which drew a moan of protest. He ignored her, settling on his knees on the floor. Both of her feet rested on his shoulders and he scooped his arms under her ass and pulled her sharply to him so that her gorgeous cunt was at the edge of the crate.

Desire for her was making his head foggy. Eliminating his reasoning, his sense of self.

“Ryan,” she said softly. A plea.

He smothered a moan and then opened his mouth to taste her cunt. Better than he remembered. The most exquisite delicacy. He stroked the hard pearl of her pleasure with his tongue, deliberately and rhythmically, pleased with the way she writhed against his hands. He slippedhis tongue through her silken folds and dipped it inside of her, gathering as much of her nectar as he could.

She moaned softly. Her hands were in his hair, massaging his scalp. God, the scent of her was driving him mad. Crazy, animal impulses were rioting through him. The desire to rub her glorious, glistening cunt all over his face seized him. To bathe in her nectar, to absorb the scent of her through his very flesh.

“Ryan,” she moaned, hands gripping his hair as he feasted on her cunt. “Fuck me. Please.”

A fresh surge of hot blood boiled through him, igniting every inch of his skin and turning it to fire. Though he craved the taste of her, the scent of her, the call to join their bodies was more than he could resist.

With one last luxurious sample, he rose sharply to lean over her, giving her a generous taste of the pleasures he had enjoyed as he pressed his mouth to hers and coaxed her lips open with his tongue.

Her legs and her hands drew her against him, binding him to her with a quiet desperation that made him grit his teeth to keep from moaning against her mouth. The way she kissed him made him feel like she was going to suck his soul through his lips. The very floor trembled beneath them as she reached between them and gripped his cock again. She ran her thumb over the bead of cum sitting like a drop of dew on the head and then she began to stroke him, gliding her hand up and down in a rhythm that made him want more, more. She looked at him with heavy eyelids, eyes burning, and drew her knees backso that her perfect ankles and feet hovered delicately in the air and her gorgeous, ripe cunt was on perfect display for him.

Smothering a deep, animal sound, he pressed the head of his cock against her hot, soaking entrance.

“Yes,” she said at once. He leaned down to join their mouths but watched her so that he could see her beautiful, jeweled brown eyes watching him from inches away as he slowly began to invade her body. “Yes.” She moved her hand so that she could guide him.

“Yes,” he echoed back as he eased inside of her.

The sheer pleasure of joining with her again was almost enough to make him come. He gritted his teeth and pressed his head into her shoulder, drawing a deep breath while he paused and schooled himself.

“Fuck me,” she murmured, drawing his face up and caressing his cheek with her beautiful fingers. “Fuck me.”

Ryan began to move his hips, helpless to deny her. To deny himself. It was perfect. She was perfect. This woman he had dreamed of in spite of himself for the last fifteen years. There wasn’t a scent or texture that had escape his memory, and yet it all paled in comparison to the flesh and blood goddess that he held in his arms, the goddess he fucked with his hot, pulsing cock.

Their mouths melted together, kisses hot and rich and indulgent as melted sugar. But he wanted to look at her, to see her writhe in pleasure while he impaled her with his cock.

“Yes, just like that,” she whispered sharply, eyelids fluttering as he reached new depths inside of her. One of her beautiful hands slipped between her legs and began to stroke the gorgeous little bead secreted there, causing her body to tremble.

“Oh god,” he said, unable to look away from the sight of her pleasuring herself. The blood in his cock surged dangerously and he bit down on his tongue to distract himself from plummeting toward his own release.

He linked his hands behind her back and crushed her body against his, crushed his mouth into her hair and took in every sound, every scent, every sensation as he thrust into her over and over again, driving them both toward the heavens. Her soft, gorgeous mouth was pressed to his neck, sporadically scattering kisses and tiny nips against his flesh between soft moans.

He drew his head back so that he could kiss her lips again, swallowing the sound of her pleasure.

Her thighs began to tremble and her fingers worked faster at her own pleasure. A gorgeous sound escaped her as she let her head fall back, baring her throat to him. He was helpless to do anything but lean forward and caress the column of it with his tongue.

Her breaths were coming sharper, shorter. She gasped and began to bear down on his cock with her cunt, gripping him so tightly that he almost saw stars. He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood, she was so close to ripping his orgasm out of him. Like he was a boy again, barely able to contain himself. He would have beenembarrassed if he’d had a shred of concentration to funnel into it.

She went silent, body rigid, for the span of an eternity while he drove into her, desperately, greedily glorying in the intensity of the pleasure he wrought in her, how close she was to her climax. That beat in between, when they both began to blur and to truly merge, was rapturous. Divine.

Then her body was turning to melted butter in his arms and he had the sense to press one of his hands over her mouth while she unleashed a series of screams into his palm that could have cracked the foundation of the house. Her eyes, misty with pleasure, met his as he fucked into her harder and harder, until his cock felt like it would burst from the pleasure and the intensity of it.

Then he ripped it out of her as he felt the trigger pull, detonating the pleasure that erupted through the column of his cock and through his body, causing his balls to draw up and back while he moaned and stroked himself until he had spilled all of his seed onto the concrete between them.

“God,” he breathed, feeling for a moment like he would faint.

Her hands cradled his face and drew it to hers. The small, guileless smile on her lips made him helpless but to return it. Their mouths met slowly, sensually and he pulled her to him, slipping his fingers through her short, dark hair.

“You don’t need to,” she said, a bit shyly, glancing down between them at the wet stains on the concrete. “Next time. I can’t, um, I can’t have children.”

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