Her head dropped back as her fingers curled on my chest. I marveled at her fuck faces. Once we went away to college, I’d kidnap her and take her to our home every weekend. She’d fuss and fight me, but that was the fun part. Taming her feisty ass.

“That’s right, Ryah ride my dick. Fuck, you do it so well.” A guttural growl released from deep within.

She leaned over. I met her halfway, capturing her lips. Not a chance I’d let up. I clenched her soft ass cheeks and pounded into her pussy.

“Oh, yes, Rocco.” Her eyes squeezed shut.

“Open them. I want to watch you come.”

Ryah balled the sheet in her hands near my head.

Her eyes closed again.

“Open them, Ryah.”

“No.”

“I’ll stop right now. I won’t give you the orgasm you need.”

Just like that, the green sea revealed itself. Her tears dropped on my face.

“Why do you have to do this? See me broken.”

She didn’t cry often. Certainly not in front of me. This was a rare moment.

A wave of warm heat washed over me. I kissed her cheeks. “It’s ok. No one will ever know what happens between us.”

“This doesn’t make me weak,” she snapped.

“You weak. That will be the day. But you have feelings. That just so happens to be for me.”

Ryah nodded and caressed my face before her lips crushed mine. I plunged inside her again and again. Giving her just what she needed. A release. From the world. From her home life. Ryah’s body rocked in my arms as she came. I slammed into her quivering walls one last time, unloading my cum.

“Fuck, Ryah,” I roared.

She collapsed onto my chest. I lifted slightly, yanking the blanket from under us. I covered our bodies. My heart beat at a rapid pace like hers.

“I’ll get up in just a minute.” She released a long yawn. Ryah was still exhausted.

I was in no rush to take her home. Hopefully, her father wouldn’t show up at my house. If he did, I’d deal with that situation when it arose. Right now, hugging her and planting kisses in her mess of curls was of most importance. She needed to know I loved her and I was here for her.