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Ryker

I watch her closely as she slowly lowers herself to her knees before me, casting me a hesitant, questioning look. She’s waiting, almost asking for permission. I feel a surge of control—of power.

“Go on then,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “Get out your toy and play with it.”

She hesitates, her eyes dropping to the large bulge straining against my pants. The sight of her staring at it, her lips slightly parted, sends a thrill through me. With deliberate slowness, she reaches up and unbuckles my belt. I watch, holding my breath as she pulls down my pants, and my erection springs free, right in front of her face.

Her eyes widen, and I feel a surge of pride as she wraps her small fingers around my length, stroking it with tentative curiosity.

“Good girl,” I murmur, “don’t be shy.”

She leans forward, her lips parting, and as she takes me into her mouth, I let out a low groan of satisfaction. She sucks slowly at first, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip before she takes more of me, inch by inch, into her mouth. I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it aside, and I notice the way her eyes flicker up to my chest, filled with something like admiration.

She’s so good. Fantastic. The way she moves, her mouth working over me, her hands stroking what she can’t fit—it’s driving me insane.

For a moment, all my doubts, all the paranoia about what her true intentions might be, slip away. Right now, there’s only this—her, on her knees before me, giving in to the moment just asmuch as I am. Maybe she really is just a girl in heat, I think as I watch her, completely absorbed in what she’s doing. Maybe she really does just want to have fun—it certainly looks like it.

Her warm, soft lips wrap around my girth, teasing at the sensitive spot just beneath the head of my cock. A low growl escapes me as she licks along the length, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. When she reaches my balls again, her mouth tenderly exploring while her fingers wrap around my shaft, stroking up and down, I nearly lose it.

She’s good. Too good.

I feel connected to her in a way I didn’t expect, like she’s really giving her best to please me. Her enthusiasm feels genuine, and the way she moves—confident, sensual—doesn’t seem like an act. But doubt keeps lingering at the edges of my mind.

Another wave of paranoia rolls over me. Could she be a professional? I mean, if she’s acting, she’s damn good at it. An expert. The thought gnaws at me for a second, but I force it aside when another exhilarating bolt of pleasure rushes through my body. There’s no room in my head for doubts right now, not when I’m in this state. There’s definitely not enough blood left in my brain to think clearly. And the longer she works on me, the more I’m losing a grip on my thoughts.

I can’t take it anymore. I need her. Now.

Abruptly, I take a step back and grab her, pulling her up from her position and lifting her into my arms with ease. She lets out a surprised gasp, her eyes wide, but there’s no resistance. Just that spark of excitement as I carry her to the sofa. My grip tightens around her, my body burning with the need to claim her, to have her in a way that leaves no room for games or doubts.

The way she feels in my arms, soft yet firm, only fuels the fire inside me. I lay her down on the sofa, my hands already itching to explore every inch of her, and for a brief second, I pause, just looking at her. She’s laid out beneath me, breathless, waiting.

“Spread your legs for me,” I order, a groan of lust fleeing my body when she obliges.

Chapter 25

June

I’m dizzy with need and my heart is hammering against its cage so wildly that I can’t stop myself from panting. I close my eyes in shame as I follow his command and open my legs for him. My cheeks are burning, just like the rest of my body. Lust and embarrassment take a hold of me in a toxic blend.

The cool air against my bare skin does nothing to ease the heat coursing through me. My heart’s pounding so loudly now, I’m sure he must hear it.

He stands over me for a moment, studying me. His eyes are dark, filled with desire, and when he finally speaks, his voice is thick and low.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

His words only cause the flush on my cheeks to deepen. I feel raw and vulnerable, yet a welcome thrill rushes through me at the way he’s looking at me. It’s embarrassing, being laid out like this, but it’s also enticing.

He joins me on the sofa, his hands brushing against my thighs, parting them even wider. Then, without warning, he lowers his head between my legs. His tongue makes contact with my most sensitive spot, and my breath catches in my throat.

He’s so good. The way his tongue moves—deliberate, precise—is making my head spin. He circles my clit, again and again, the pressure just right, stroking my soft lips as if he knows exactly what I need. My head falls back, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me when he closes his teeth around my swollen nub, adding tender bites to his treatment.

Every stroke, every flick of his tongue pushes me closer to the edge. My eyes roll back, my body trembling beneath him, lostin the overwhelming pleasure. I’m so close, so impossibly close, and all I can do is surrender to him and the way he’s making me feel.

As Ryker’s tongue continues its relentless work, my body arches off the couch, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. I grip the cushions beneath me, trying to steady myself, but it’s impossible. He’s so skilled, so focused, and I can feel myself slipping closer to the edge with every second.

Then I feel his fingers, gentle at first, probing at my entrance. My breath hitches as he slowly slides one finger inside me, the sensation making my whole body tense. He curls it just right, and a sharp jolt of pleasure shoots through me. I gasp, my legs instinctively spreading wider for him.

Without breaking the rhythm of his tongue on my clit, he adds a second finger, stretching me. The fullness combined with the delicious movements of his fingers drives me wild. My hips move on their own, rocking against him as he works me over, building the pressure inside me to a fever pitch.

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