Page 60 of As The Shifter World Turns

“I was thinking we’d be doing more than kissing.”

A flush crept over my cheeks and he brushed his hand over my face. “I love your freckles, Ivor.”

Not knowing what to say to that, I picked up the flower. “Gotta remove the evidence.” I crushed it, the intoxicating fragrance mingled with that of Ryder’s scent and the slick coating my ass.

Somehow we made it to Ryder’s apartment. Him shutting the door was a reminder that we were safe from prying eyes and hopefully ears. Shirts, jeans, shoes and underwear were flung on the floor and we left the clothing puddle where it lay as Ryder picked me up, his tongue in my mouth as it fenced with my own tongue.

But instead of putting me on a soft mattress, my ass hit something cold and hard, and I yelped. We were in the kitchen and my butt was on the vinyl countertop.

“Were you planning on cooking first or during sex?” I panted as I took in the stove, wondering if he’d was going to stir and fuck me at the same time.

Placing his hands on either side of my face, he wriggled between my legs. “I want to see your face as I thrust into you.” He jerked his head toward the kitchen bench. “Feet up.”

Glad I’d had a shower earlier but assuming Ryder would be sanitizing the kitchen afterward, I raised my knees, exposing my hole as slick streamed out. But my gaze wasn’t directed at my ass but rather Ryder’s cock. Stag shifters were known to be well endowed but wowza.

With one hand on his length and the other behind my back, he brushed the tip over my slippery hole. “You’re so wet.” He pulled me closer to the edge, and with his eyes fixed on mine, he entered me.

My head fell back and I panted, in and out, as Ryder’s huge cock took possession of my ass.

“Okay?” he gasped.

I nodded, and he pushed in further, his arousal stretching my passage until he was sheathed within me. He paused, which allowed me to get used to his length buried in my depths.

I wriggled my butt, and Ryder scrunched up his face and gulped in mouthfuls of oxygen. “You feel so good, Ivor. Snug and warm and so tight.” He wrapped his arms around my legs and pounded into my ass.

I was desperate to feel, hear, see and smell everything. Our grunting and panting, the slick slippery sounds as his cock plunged into my channel, the earthy aroma of slick and sweat, the streetlight shining onto the floor, traffic on the road outside, a sweet aroma of the last thing he’d cooked, and beads of sweat on his upper lip. But overwhelmingly Ryder being in me had desire pulsing through my veins, and a gripping sensation in my belly.

My gaze dropped from his face to between my legs. Watching his cock thrust into me, and the slick streaming from my ass had me sliding back and forth over the countertop. Slick dripped over the kitchen bench onto Ryder and the musky aroma tickled my nostrils.

I flung my hands back and my nails raked over the wall. Would that leave a permanent reminder of our fucking?

“You were made for my cock,” Ryder panted. “It’s a perfect fit.”

“Harder,” I croaked as my energy sapped.

“You want me to fuck you more, wolf?” I caught a glimpse of his stag in Ryder’s eyes and my beast was also close to the surface.

Not now, I told him.

Ryder lunged into me, sweat dripping over his chest. I wanted him deeper, so I wrapped my legs around him. “You feel so good, Ivor.” With his jawclenched, his dick claimed my ass, over and over, and the prickling that had been crawling over my skin made my body tingle.

One hand crept to my length, and I tugged it. The overwhelming sensations swarming over me had my limbs shaking. As Ryder’s cock pounded me, and with my hand pumping my dick along with his moans and my grunts, lust consumed me, clouding my thoughts and vision.

“Ryder,” I shouted.

“Me too,” he yelled.

With my orgasm approaching, I gritted my teeth as cum spurted out of my cock.

“I want your cum on me,” Ryder cried as he pumped into me one final time and his own cum poured into my channel. Our panting was the only sound in the apartment as his knot swelled, joining us together.

We eventually made it to the bed and hours later, a loud car on the street woke me up. I was in bed, Ryder’s bed, snuggled up to him. But he was mumbling and he shifted away from me as the word, “Kellan,” fell from his lips.

And everything we’d been through together in the past few hours came crashing down around my ears. Picking up my clothes, I stalked out of the apartment without a backward glance.

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