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“It’s going to feel so much better pretty soon. I’m getting my mouth on that soon.”

He slides that finger along the side of my panties, under the edge, and pulls them to the side. I watch him as he looks down at my pussy. I’m fascinated by what he’s seeing. His breathing increases, and I watch as the bulge behind his jeans becomes more and more pronounced. When that same finger glides from bottom to top, I start to thrash.

“Oh my God. Oh shit.” Something stirs deep inside me, a feeling I’ve never experienced before.

I’ve never gotten myself off. I’ve never so much as touched myself. Sayler told me I couldn’t, so I didn’t. I’ve read plenty of romance books. I know what’s about to happen, but I thought it was all in the author’s imagination.

Ryker’s finger circles my clit a couple of times before gliding down to my entrance, where he slides it inside me. I slam my head against the door as I come for the first time ever.

“Fuck, little vixen, you’re tight,” he says, and then I feel us moving. He pulls my dress off and lays me down, leaving me in my panties and boots.

I’m lost to sensation as Ryker sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, his hand kneading my small B cup breast. I open my eyes to find that he’s removed his shirt. I have to touch him. I slide my hands against his body, touching the muscles, feeling how they ripple as he moves around my body or moves me. I move my hands to his back and down into his jeans. There’s a gap from him taking off his belt. His ass is hard slabs of muscle.

He kisses down my body, his beard tickling as he goes. I look down as he looks up at me, as if asking permission to proceed. I nod, and his mouth latches onto my pussy through my panties.

Ryker

Holy hell, this little vixen is going to undo me. I’m going to come in my jeans. She’s so tight and responsive. Her amber eyes watch everything I do, and it makes everything I’m doing to her more intense. Makes it seem like we’re making love instead of just fucking, and I like that.

Her essence bursts on my tongue, and it’s a taste that is all her—flowers and berries. I rip her panties from her body and shove them into my pocket. The little virginal piece of fabric is mine now. She might not be a virgin, but her responses tell me she’s not as experienced as she wants me to think.

I return to her sweet pussy, biting and sucking on her lips. She shoves her hands into my hair and holds me to her. I’m not leaving this heaven until she gives me a couple good orgasms. I saw another tattoo along her rib cage of butterflies and words, but I didn’t take the time to read it. There is another butterfly tattoo on her thigh. Instant jealousy from another man being this close to her paradise almost consumes me.

I slide a finger inside her tightness. She cries out when I press on her G-spot as I suck on her clit. She moans and pulls my hair.

“Not leaving, Lyn,” I growl against her clit, and she mewls as she moans my name. It’s one of the sweetest sounds I’ve heard.

I slide another finger inside her, trying to prepare her for my cock. She moves her hands to her legs, holding them open for me. Her sexy little pink-tipped nails digging into her ivory thighs have me losing my shit. I suck harder as I push a third finger into her, and she cries out as she comes hard.

I’m up and over her, with my jeans at half-mast, sliding into the most intense heat I’ve ever felt when it hits me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Sorry.” I start to pull out, but she locks her legs around me.

“Don’t leave me. I’ve never felt this before. Please, Ryker, I need more. It’s never been like this before.”

“Lyn, I want to give you more, but I need a condom, baby,” I tell her.

“Oh, I’m…” She pauses and then blinks several times, like she’s trying to think of something. Please tell me she’s on birth control. But then she shakes her head. “Wait. Shit.” Her pussy ripples, and my eyes cross. My brain fries in that moment.

I pull out and slam back inside her. All I think about is giving her something that no one else has ever given her. Passion and orgasms. But she’s already giving me more. Her eyes lock onto mine, taking in my soul, and I watch as she begins to fall over that cliff.

“Ryker, I’m scared.” I notice the tears in her eyes as the passion builds up.

“Let it go, vixen. Take me deeper.” I lift her leg over my arm, and she screams as she creams my cock with her cum. There is nothing in my head now except coming deep inside the hottest, wettest pussy I’ve ever felt.

I’m lost in the moment, and when I come a few seconds later, she joins me, screaming my name again. I groan hers as reality comes back to me.

“I’m sorry, baby. I forgot to wrap it up.” I regret it, but the bliss of where my cock is has me flexing my hips a couple of times, taking in more of this feeling.

She cuddles into my body, and I hear a soft snore. I close my eyes, taking a couple of minutes to relax before we do this again. We can talk about protection tomorrow when we are both awake. I like the feel of her body against mine. The after cuddleis one of the parts of relationships that I’ve always hated, but I kind of like it with her. The feel of my cock flaccid in her body as she’s burrows deeper into my chest has me wrapping my arms tighter around her.

I wake a couple of hours later to a cold, quiet room.

“Lyn,” I call her name, but there is no response.

I sit up and don’t see her. The single bag that was on the table is gone. I double-check my wallet, just in case. It’s exactly where I left it, with all the cash still inside. She didn’t want my money. She just ran from me.

Well, fuck. I roll out of the bed and get dressed. I can’t find my shirt, but that’s minor compared to the fact that I feel like I’m missing something else. Something more important.

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