Page 45 of Ryder

Ryder kisses my pussy right over the soaked cotton and then nuzzles my folds, making me nearly fly off the bed. The only reason I don’t give him a bloody nose is because he’s holding me firmly to the mattress.

My back arches, though, and I squeeze my breasts tighter. I’m going to explode. My orgasm is so close, and it’s going to be powerful. I’ve never experienced the kind of release he’s going to give me. I’m always controlled when I come, knowing I have to keep silent so my parents don’t hear me through the thin wall. I sometimes hear them making love, but there’s no way I would want them to hear me masturbating.

Ryder sucks my pussy over the cotton, making my eyes roll back. I’m so close that I cry out in frustration when he releases his grip to lick along the edges of elastic on both sides. His wicked tongue even dips slightly under the gusset to tease my folds.

“Ryder…” It’s a plea. I’m not too proud to beg.

“Pinch those pretty nipples for me again, baby,” he orders.

I do as he says, praying he will let me come soon. He’s the one controlling this. He’s intentionally dragging it out. I’m so desperate I will do anything he asks.

“Good girl.”

Something inside me flutters throughout my body at those words. I start trembling, so close to the edge.

He strokes my inner thighs with his thumbs, gently at first, before pulling on my skin, causing my labia to part wider. “Fuck, you’re sexy, Claire. I bet I could command you to come, and you would.”

He’s probably right.

“I want to wrap my lips around your clit and tease it until it’s so swollen you can’t see straight. I want to thrust my tongue into your pussy and swallow your orgasm while your tight channel strangles me. You want that, too, don’t you, baby?”

I nod. “Please…”

“Not this time. This time you’re going to come for me with these soaked panties covering your pussy. You’re going to come hard, but it won’t be enough. It will leave you wanting more. You’ll think about it all day and squirm with need, hoping tomorrow night I’ll give you more.”

I can’t breathe. I can’t believe how strongly he affects me with just words. He’s controlling my body and my mind, and I’m scared out of my mind but helpless to stop it. If he changes his mind or grows tired of me in a few days, I will be devastated and ruined.

His nose comes back to my folds, and I wish I had the power to make my panties disappear. He nuzzles me again, rubbing his nose between my labia and then over my clit. Finally, he opens his mouth and sucks my clit through the material.

The last shred of my control evaporates, and I come so hard I scream. My body pulses hard against his mouth, waves of my release going on and on far longer than any previous orgasm I’ve had. I’m not sure it will ever end, but as the pulsing slowly subsides, I’m left limp and panting.

My hands fall from my breasts to lie at my sides. I can’t get enough oxygen. I’m sated and unable to lift a muscle while Ryder is still nuzzling my pussy and kissing my inner thighs.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he whispers. “I want to see you come like that every day for the rest of my life.”

I’d be okay with that as long as he intends to use his shaft, also. He’s right. I’m both sated and needy at the same time. Unfulfilled. My pussy is throbbing as though it missed out. It did. He’s devious.

When he rises between my legs, I stare at him with hooded eyes, but they widen when he tucks his fingers under the edge of my panties at my hips and lowers them. “Bring your knees together, baby.”

I bend my legs and draw them together in front of him, shocked as he tugs the cotton over my butt and down my legs until I’m free of the wet cotton.

He tosses my panties aside and parts my thighs gently. “You can’t sleep in wet panties, baby,” he murmurs.

Oh, that’s his concern? I don’t fight him as he spreads me open. I watch his face. I don’t even care if he’s changed his mind and decided to make love to me. I’m more than fine with that.

But he’s not removing his own briefs. He’s simply staring down at my pussy. Finally, he inhales slowly. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He doesn’t touch. He just looks. “You shave.”

I swallow. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, baby. It’s hotter than fuck.”

“I… I heard a few girls talking about it in high school, so I tried it and never stopped,” I explain, stammering.

His hands tense on my inner thighs. I know he’s fighting the urge to touch my pussy. I want him to, but I say nothing. Watching the reverence in his eyes is humbling.

Eventually, he eases my knees together and bent between us before moving to the side of me and dropping onto his back. He reaches for me. “Come here, baby.”

I roll my naked body toward him and plaster myself to his side as he wraps an arm around me. Propped up on my elbow, I stare at his gorgeous body and flatten my palm to his abs before smoothing it up to his pecs. “Are you okay?” I ask. He seems slightly distant.

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