Page 50 of I Did Before I Do

I threw my head back over his arm, gasping. My legs trembled.

He didn’t stop moving. Even as I shook and scratched at his arm, he kept working me through my orgasm.

I sagged against his chest, shaking as the aftershocks rolled through me.

“Do we need to stop?” Ryker asked.

I shook my head. “I want it. I want you.”

He nodded and kissed the top of my head. “Lie back. I’ll grab a condom.”

I shifted out of his arms and lay back on the bed, legs spread already. He rolled off the bed, digging in his jeans. A few seconds later he was back with a condom, already unwrapped.

He rolled it on to his dick and climbed into bed with me. Slowly, he ran his hands over my thighs. I shivered again.

He pushed against me, slowly, watching my face. I looked back at him, mouth open. It felt so. Fucking. Good. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I was already panting.

“You okay?” he asked.

I blinked up at him, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”

“I think I’ll be fine.”

He smiled back. “All right.”

And then he started to move.

I saw stars.

Nothing had prepared me for how good it would feel to give it up, to finally be with a man. He felt huge inside me, and every time he moved, my body reacted with a wave of pleasure.

I came again, shaking and scratching at his back, moaning his name.

Ryker leaned down and kissed me, still moving.

His breathing was coming harder, faster. I could feel tension building in his body, ready to snap.

I wanted it, wanted it so bad.

I wanted to feel him finish inside me.

His thrusts started to lose their rhythm, turning into an erratic movement that still felt incredible. He pulled back from the kiss, grunting softly.

The pleasure was building inside me, too, hot and bright and better than I could have dreamed of.

When he came, he threw his head back, groaning quietly. He stilled inside me, buried deep in me, flexing his hips forward just a little. I cried out his name, tightening my shaking legs around his waist and trying to pull him closer.

We lay there, still, panting against each other.

Ryker spoke first.

“So?” he asked quietly, tilting his head and kissing my neck.

“That was incredible.”

He lifted his head to look at me, pushing hair out of my face. “You don’t regret it or anything, right?”

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