Page 23 of Bite Your Tongue

Her hips start rolling, and her tits bounce with every thrust of her hips as she takes my cock deeper inside of her pussy. Back and forth, up and down, she rides me, and I do my best to keep my fucking mouth shut even though it’s damn near impossible.

She’s soaked already, making my dick glide deeper and deeper with each thrust. I grit my teeth to stop myself from saying something or groaning because it feels so fucking amazing, having her fuck me this way.

“You like that?” she says, surprising me, seeing as she just told me I talked too much.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” I grunt. “You take my dick so well, baby. Riding it like a fucking pro.”

“You’re so deep,” she barely chokes out, bouncing harder against me. “Fuck … I’m going to come.”

She attempts to look at me, but her eyes are hooded and glazed over. Her mouth falls open, and her bouncing becomes quicker, but more erratic.

“Ah …” she moans, biting her lip. “Fuck …”

“Drip all over the bench for me, Brat.” I grab her hips, thrusting harder. “Show me how good it feels. I want to see it.”

When she tosses her hair back, her chin darts upward, and she squeezes her eyes shut. She doesn’t just moan; she fucking screams, and when she does, my balls draw up so fucking quickly. Within seconds, my dick is shooting cum deep inside of her heat. I pull her chest down onto me, biting her neck while her pussy squeezes my cock and my dick continues to pulsate.

Her body trembles just as I shudder, and as we lie there in silence for a few moments, trying to regain ourselves, I can’t help but think …

How the fuck will tonight ever be enough?

The second my eyes pop open and I’m met with the morning sun, I’m instantly pissed at myself.

I gave him head in the kitchen, then I took him into the workout room and fucked him on his bench. Then, he somehow convinced me to lie in bed with him until we got our strength back to go another round. We did after about half an hour.

I think I came four times last night, and that’s a damn record. Apparently, after all that, our bodies were tired, and we both fell asleep, but Ryder Cambridge’s bed is not the place I’m supposed to be sleeping.

I need to get out of here.

Ryder’s arms hold me tight against his warm body, and it feels too good. This bed feels so cozy and comfortable, but I know I can’t stay any longer.

We’ve hooked up one too many times. The first time, I was having a bad night, and I chose the petty way to deal with my grief and used poor Ryder as a revenge hookup, but last night … that took it too far.

I was here because I wanted to be, not because I was trying to escape the pain of everything that Rowan had done. And that right there is a problem.

For a moment, I consider what might happen if I stayed here. Maybe we could wake up and cook pancakes together or hit his hot tub. Perhaps he’s aNetflix and chilltype of guy, and we’d binge an entire series of trashy TV. A familiar tingly feelingspreads across my chest, and I know I need to leave. This is what I do. I tell myself it’s just going to be fun or just sex, and before I know it, I have our fucking babies’ names picked out before even knowing if the dude has a criminal record or is a secret psycho.

I need to stop. This is who I am though. I fall fast, and I fall for no fucking reason at all. That isn’t an option right now. Today, I’m moving across the United States. He’s my brother’s best friend, and I can’t afford to catch feelings for someone who is all the way back in Maine. Besides, he’s a pro hockey player—aka the last thing I need in my life.

Slowly, I reach for his arm. Holding my breath, I gently push it off of me, and scooch out from under his hold.

It’ll be a lot easier to leave when he’s sleeping. That way, he can’t give me one of those grins or say something dirty to make me pounce on him … again.

The faint sound of bare feet on my hardwood floor pulls me from my sleep just enough, and when I pry my eyes open, my vision is blurry, but I can just barely make out Saylor’s silhouette as she beelines it to my bedroom door.

The sun shines through the slit in the curtain, and that can only mean one thing.

We fell asleep, and she stayed the night.

“After all those orgasms I provided, you’re still trying to sneak out of here before I wake up?” I drawl slowly, wiping my eyes and sitting up. “That’s cold, Brat, even for you.”

She stops for a moment, keeping her back turned until, finally, she spins to face me.

“I mean, there wasn’tthatmany,” she lies through her perfect white teeth. “And I’m sorry. I have a lot to do today before I head out. And you were sleeping and seemed quite … you know, peaceful. So, I just figured, why wake you? Why not just let you rest?” She throws her hands up, shrugging. “So, anyway, last night was fun, and I hope you have a wonderful day.”

She turns away from me again, but I have no intentions of letting her leave just yet.

“Fun?” My voice stops her before she can take another step. “You came, like … at least four times. One of them was when you were sucking my dick and I wasn’t even touching you.” I pause, unable to keep the smirk from my lips because even thinking about it brings me such happiness that I turn into a grinning fool. “I do believe that’s a first for me, by the way. I know women love to suck on my dick, but I’ve never had someone enjoy it so much that they came.” I relax back, folding my hands behind my head. “Fan-fucking-tastic it was to watch that. Made my dick explode like a rocket.”

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