Page 46 of Ryder

He groaned, and I liked that I could do this to him, this powerful male, an alpha weakened by my touch.

“I want you all the fucking time,” he said.“Every fucking minute.”

I pumped slowly, entranced by his size and by the faint swelling near the base.I couldn’t span my fingers around his girth.How did he fit this inside me?How did I take him?

I was shaking, body high in the wake of my climax.There was so much I wanted to do with Ryder, but our time was running out.Sloane would be waiting, scrambling to get ready, or maybe she was distracted by her alpha and would appreciate the time.A few moments wouldn’t matter either way.

“I want to do this.”My eyes pleaded.I needed to taste him.I hated how the shower washed over him and took his scent away.“Please let me.”

His fingers unpeeled from my throat.“Baby, I don’t have it in me to deny you anything.I’m yours, Em.”

This powerful male was mine.But only for now, I reminded myself.

I sank to my knees, heedless of the hard tile floor.

“Fuck!”he muttered gruffly.

I met his eyes as I took his big cock in my hand and lowered the tip to my waiting mouth, where I lapped up the sticky pre-cum.

His growl was low and steeped with pleasure.I licked and sucked the head as the water sluiced over me.

He slammed his hand against the wall as I sucked him deeper, cheeks hollowing, and his eyes turned hooded as I worshiped him.“Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last ten fucking seconds.”

I opened my mouth wider, forcing my jaw to relax, and sucked as much of his length as I could into my mouth.He was shockingly big, and I gagged a little, but I was also determined.He’d imprinted himself on me so heavily, driven my body to the heights of pleasure, and taken his pleasure from me.I wanted to do this for once.I needed him to remember me when I was on the other side of that high, chain-link fence.

I took him into me deeply, my head bobbing and hands working up and down his length, and I never once looked away.The muscles of his throat were drawn tight, with more corded lines down his chest and abs.His legs trembled faintly with the strain.I sensed his need to touch and take control.He was an alpha—it was hard-wired in his nature.

But he gave me this.

Cupping the heavy sacs of his balls, I rolled them gently in my hand as I lapped up the spicy pre-cum leaking from the tip.He tasted unique, and I craved more of him, gripped by a savage urge to score my nails in his thighs, to sink my teeth into his throat, to mark him as mine.

But I couldn’t, and I didn’t.

So I sucked, swirling my tongue around the head, fingers gliding up and down his thick length.

“I’m going to fucking come.”

I sucked harder, determined to have my prize, rewarded by the first thick, shocking jet of cum.I coughed, sucked, and coughed again.

“You want this baby, don’t you?Want my cum in your belly?”

My eyes pleaded with him, showing him with my actions how much I did.

“Fuck!Ah, fuck!”His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me to him, forcing me to take the next heavy jet of cum deep.I swallowed, with no thought to struggle.His hips jerked, and his cock hit the back of my throat just as another heavy gush shot down my throat.

He popped out of my mouth, fisted his length, and jacked it in his big hand, jerking roughly, sending heavy splats of cum over my chin, throat, and chest before he pushed into my mouth again.

I sucked.

He was still coming.

I might never get used to the way an alpha could come over and over.

“Good girl,” he said, voice hoarse.“Clean me all up.”

I did, licking and lapping, sucking him, playing with the thick ridge that had inflamed near the base, and being rewarded by more of his cum.

His legs trembled harder, but I didn’t let that deter me.My jaw ached and my knees hurt, but I didn’t even care.I was making memories that I would hold on to in the lonely days to come.

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