Page 85 of Ryder: Shadows and Desires
I grab a towel, not trusting these surfaces, and lay it on the deep windowsill before lifting her. “You good here?”
“Yeah,” she says, and I can tell she’s enjoying me taking over, while also slightly nervous about this as a whole.
Squatting down, I’m ready to be here as long as she fucking wants me. I kiss her stomach, and all initial plans to make her beg for it, after teasing me, go right out the window when I can smell her wet need.
I give her clit a languid, tongue-filledsuck.
She shudders and stifles a whimper, her hand immediately on my head. I breathe deeply, smelling all the feminine scents of a woman, from her skin, to her pussy, to whatever lotion she has on. My tongue focuses heavily on her clit, her thighs restless on either side of my shoulders.
There’s something so vulnerable and dirty about her letting me do this to her at an MMA party house. It fuels a masculine part of me that wants to make sure she feels completely comfortable to come, like as long as she’s with me, her guard can be down.
Julie can be as dirty as she wants with me.
With every one of her moans, I work hard to keep that orgasm rising. I want her to come on my face like it’s a fucking badge of honor, because I’m the only one that should be wearing her sweet smell.
My competitive nature is engrained in nearly everything I do, and I don’t want her to ever eventhinkabout another man.
Her body will be mine.
Shewill be mine.
I groan right into her when she whimpers. Julie grips my short hair tighter. I can tell she’s trying to be quiet, and I wish we were somewhere private.
I want this woman loud.
She whimpers, “Yeah, Joey.”
I glance up at her, grabbing her hip as my thighs burn, but again, I’m not fucking moving. “That’s a good fucking girl.”
Standing slightly so her thighs rest on my shoulders for her own stability, I grip the base of her legs to hold her still. It’s a small shift in stature, but it gives me more control over what I’m doing.
“Holy hell, does this feel good,” she mumbles.
Looking her dead in the eye, a thigh on each side of my head, I mumble into her soft flesh, “And you’re not going anywhere until you come for me.”
She slaps a hand on the wall to stabilize herself as I get into a smooth rhythm right on her sensitive bud. I consider fucking her with my fingers, but that can come later. I’m proving a point, here.
Her breathing grows deeper, and she stiffens. “Fuck, Joey...” she moans, holding her breath. I don’t move, just doing whatever works for her as I can feel that familiar rise of an orgasm.
Then she shudders and jerks her hips at me, a sharp breath escaping.
I lick slower, helping drain her pleasure.
When she relaxes, I take in one last deep breath and stand up, my legs burning, but who cares about that? I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me.
Having her relax against my body right after giving herself to me just keeps deepening whatever’s growing here. Her warm, naked core presses against my boxers. I already want to fuck her, to be deep inside of her, to make her shake with pleasure again. To watch my dick disappear into her warmth…
As I kiss her neck, she pants with a smile in her voice, “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“Secret’s safe with me, beautiful.”
Her lips brush against mine, and I find it hot as hell that she kisses me while she’s spread all over my face, after she swallowed for me... it’s intimate, and that flicker of affection burns bright in my chest.
“Let’s go back,” I say.
“But everyone...”
“I don’t care.” I place my hand on her hip, gripping it tight, enjoying how her eyes rev at my touch. “Let’s just go be alone. Take a shower, or something.”
