Page 15 of Dubious Secrets

“Please, please,” I beg and he nods reluctantly. I let out a sigh of relief and then catch his wrist when he moves to pull the dildo out. “No, it stays. I need you inside here.” I slide my fingers through my wet folds again and Ryker’s mouth drops open. I move down and hold the base of the dildo inside me as he shovesoff his pants and shirt. He wraps his hand around his thick cock, stroking it harder as he moves back between my legs.

“I got it. Let go,” he says and I do, relaxing back on my pillow.

He lines up his tip to my aching pussy and we both groan, the immense pressure of being filled soothing something inside me. My eyes roll back as Ryker thrusts forward.

“Fuck. You’re so tight, I’ve never felt anything like this.”

I rock my hips against him, wanting him to move. He buries himself to the hilt and stills, staring down at me. I blink up at him, loving every second of feeling stuffed with both cocks. Ryker’s is thicker than the dildo, and I wonder if I can get a cast made of his cock, so then technically it would be like I’m getting fucked by two Rykers.

“Flip over.” The hoarse demand sends a shudder through me as I turn, and Ryker tugs at my hips as I raise onto my knees. His hand keeps the dildo firmly in place just as he thrusts back into me and my fingers claw at the sheets.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot like this. Stuffed with two cocks and wanting more. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, Stassie?”

My nipples harden at his words, and my pussy gushes around him. I moan, pushing my ass closer to him without answering. All I know is that when I lost my virginity to my ex when we were sixteen, the floodgates opened. We tried anything and everything under the sun, and I always wanted more. My ex had been more than accommodating, eager to try whatever, and anything we both didn’t like, we never tried again.

I raise up on my palms, tossing my hair over one shoulder as I look back at Ryker. “I’m filthy, Ryker. I don’t know if you can handle it. Prim and proper golden boy.”

His cock throbs, and he thrusts deeper. His fingers dig into the globes of my ass.

“We’ll see, Stassie. Now touch yourself and come on my cock like the night I fucked my baby into you.”

My eyes roll back and I fall down on my elbow, reaching between my legs and rubbing at the swollen bud of my messy pussy.

He starts thrusting, snapping his hips harder with each punch forward. Each long stroke of his thick dick inside me has me struggling to breathe. It’s everything I wanted and more. Pleasure zips through me, settling in my lower belly and tightening in a ball before exploding.

I cry out, and I’d collapse if Ryker wasn’t already holding me up by my stomach. My pussy flutters over and over, squeezing his cock as I come. He rides me through my release, thrusting with deep grunts. When it starts to calm, he sets me on my stomach and pulls the dildo out of my ass. I whimper at the loss before gasping when I feel his cock pressing in. My fingers twist in the sheets, and I push my ass back as Ryker’s cock slips deeper inside.

“Fuck. You’re still so tight.” His voice sounds pained and his hands grip my hips, pounding into me. His thrusts are frantic, jerky as if he’s afraid it’s going to be over too soon. “Am I hurting you?”

I shake my head. “Feels so good. Love it.”

I can barely talk as Ryker fills my ass over and over. His pelvis slaps against my cheeks, the echoing of skin smacking getting louder. I run my hand underneath me, playing with my clit again as he pummels my ass with his thick cock. The thought of being his first has me coiling tight, another release already close.

“I’m not going to last long,” Ryker says in a pained rasp.

“Me either,” I pant, rubbing myself faster as he picks up his pace. His cock swells impossibly larger and then starts to throb as a choked gargle catches in his throat, his fingers gripping me so hard I know I’ll bruise. I cry out next, coming at the feeling of his hot cum filling my ass.

He turns us onto our sides, our panting breaths in sync as we lie there in an exhausted heap. I let out a small whimper as he pulls out of me and then his hands pull me closer, rubbing down my body and kissing my shoulder.

“You okay?”

I nod, my throat a little parched. “You?”

Ryker rests his forehead on my back. “Fuck, Stassie. That was…fuck. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

His words give me butterflies and I try not to cling to them desperately. Instead, I clear my throat and glance at him over my shoulder. “I fear you may have taken away my ability to walk properly. Mind helping me clean up?”

Ryker laughs while gathering me in his arms and carrying me to the bathroom. He lingers in the doorway for a few seconds before leaving me there with a kiss on my forehead. I blow out a breath, knowing we’re on a collision course to disaster.

Chapter 8

Ryker

“Why are you ruining my life?!”

Startling awake, I sit up and scramble out of my sheets when I register Stassie’s scream.

Archibald runs out of her room just as I open my door, and she’s wiping tears off her face.

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