Page 37 of Hungry Hearts

“Ryder,” I gasp. “Harder. Please.”

He releases my legs and flips me over on my hands and knees and draws my ass into the air before ramming into me again. Sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin. Gasps, moans, and curses fill the air.

Rough sex is new to me. The sound of it never interested me before, but Ryder pleases me on so many levels. Even when he’s driving into me, my head banging against the pillows, he’s still gentle and caring.

I crave him. Crave this wild side I had no idea existed inside of me. It’s dirty, but not wrong. Wild and spontaneous, yet respectful and consensual.

He reaches around and touches my clit, rubbing me fast and hard like I need. When the orgasm boils and explodes through my veins, I shove my ass back on his cock, needing the intense pressure everywhere.

As I start to fall from my orgasm, I feel him swell inside me and he clamps onto my hips, pounding into me one, two, three more times as he curses my name.

My knees weaken beneath me and I fall to my stomach. Ryder falls with me, but uses his forearms to keep most of his weight from suffocating me. Not that I’d mind. Death from orgasm and Ryder’s body would be a wonderful way to go.

“Are you okay?” He kisses my shoulder and moves my hair to the side, kissing me on my temple. “Did I hurt you?”

“Only in the best of ways,” I murmur into the pillow that smells of him.

“Still want to go for that walk?”

I snort. “You’ll have to push me in a wheelchair.”

“Or you can ride piggyback. Although, with your wet pussy rubbing against my back, I don’t think we’d get very far.”

“You’re relentless.” He shifts his hips, still buried inside me, and I clench around him. He hardens and twitches. “Seriously? Already?”

“Your fault.” He lifts himself off me and lightly smacks my ass.

“Where are you going?” I turn to my side and follow him with my eyes as he goes to his ensuite bathroom.

“Need a new condom since you’re so eager to do this again.”

Two things surprise me. One, how quickly he is fully hard and ready to go again. And second, how I hadn’t even thought about protection or recalled him getting a condom. I should be more careful. I have an IUD, but Ryder has made no secret of his wild side. Having unprotected sex in this day in age is a stupid thing to do unless you’re in a committed, monogamous relationship.

“By that frown on your face, I’m guessing you don’t want round two?”

“What? No.” I push myself up to a seated position and stare at his erection, bobbing as he walks unabashedly across the room to me. “I’m surprised, is all.”

“My stamina is impressive, but you’re the one who gets all the credit for this. I can’t say I’ve ever been so hard so fast after...yeah, never mind. I won’t go there.” He sits on the bed and wraps his hand around my ankle. “You okay?”

So astute and attuned with my emotions. “I didn’t even think about protection. I didn’t know you put on a condom.”

“I’ll always protect you, Maia.” He strokes my face tenderly and kisses me sweetly. “Not to bring up...paststuff, but I’ve never had sex without a condom before. Other than the few minutes with you last week, I’ve never been inside a woman without protection.”

I nod and don’t respond. I can’t say the same, and it’s not a conversation I want to have right now.

“Thank you.” I crawl to him on my knees and cup his face in my hands. “I trust you, Ryder. I wouldn’t have gotten lost in all that passion if I didn’t.”

It’s the right thing to say. The worry and concern that were etched on his face a minute ago are now gone. I climb onto his lap and rub my pelvis against his erection. “Where’s that second condom? I’d like to give it a test drive.”

“Fuck me.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say.” I sheath him with the condom then sheath him with me.

I ride him slowly, our eyes locked on each other, saying nothing with our mouths but everything with our bodies.

CHAPTER TWELVE

I HATED DRIVING MAIAback to the T station. She wouldn’t let me take her home, and I need to respect her privacy, but I also want her to know I don’t care if she lives in a tin can, I’ll still want her.

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