Page 49 of The Scout

Thrusting.

Needing.

Fucking taking.

I buried my face against her throat, groaning as her warmth pulled me deeper, her breath hitching with every movement, every sharp, desperate snap of my hips.

I had waited long enough.

She was mine now.

I couldn’t stop.

I should have been satisfied, should have been able to walk away, regain control, put this fire out before it consumed me whole. But the second we made it back to my room, the second I kicked the door shut and turned to face her, I knew—I was too far gone.

She stood there, flushed and soaked, her breath still uneven from what I’d just done to her in the pool. Her hair clung to her skin, her lips swollen from my mouth, and when she met my gaze—hesitant, needy, unsure—I fucking snapped again.

I grabbed her, dragging her against me, her slick body pressing into mine as I kissed her hard, my hands greedy, desperate. She gasped against my lips as I lifted her, tossing her onto the bed before I covered her with my body, pinning her beneath me.

I needed more.

I needed all of her.

I tore at the sheets, spreading her thighs wide, my cock already thick and hard again. Her body was flushed, her nipples tight, her skin a map of where I’d already claimed her.

“Ryker,” she whispered, voice trembling.

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

I lined up and slammed inside her in one brutal thrust, stretching her all over again. She arched beneath me, her head tipping back, a choked moan spilling from her lips as I drove deeper, pushing past the slick resistance of her body, forcing her to take every inch.

“Fuck,” I growled, my forehead pressing against hers. “You feel like you were made for me.”

Her hands clawed at my back, her thighs locking around my waist as I started moving, fucking her in deep, devastating strokes.

It wasn’t slow.

It wasn’t gentle.

I wasn’t wired that way.

I fucked like I fought—hard, relentless, with nothing held back. I gripped her hips and yanked her closer, tilting her just the way I wanted, making her take me deeper, making her body mold to mine, forcing pleasure into every inch of her.

She was moaning now, high, breathy, her nails dragging over my shoulders as I took her. Her body clenched around me, her legs trembling as she met every brutal thrust, as I drove her closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” I ordered, my voice low, wrecked.

She was already there.

She shattered beneath me, crying out my name as she tightened, her body pulsing around my cock, squeezing me so fucking tight I almost lost myself right then and there.

But I wasn’t finished.

I flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her ass into the air, her knees pressing into the mattress.

She gasped, barely catching her breath, and then I was inside her again.

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