Page 99 of Ryder: Shadows and Desires
My hips raise like his words are strings and my body his puppet, his expression unwinding me. “Do we have time?”
“I work well under pressure.”
I quiver at the merethoughtof it. The bed takes his weight.
As he promised, he doesn’t take long and quickly kisses my navel. I pant as I watch that hunk of pure muscle hover over me, working down to my most sensitive region. It’s like my body forgets that it already had an orgasm. I’m ready for his pressure and wet friction. His middle finger slides deep inside of me. “Holy fuck, you’re smooth and wet.”
I don’t have time to respond before the heat of his breath brushes against my skin, his warm tongue and lips causing all of me to utterly collapse in a blissful wave. My head lulls backward as I release a single, deep moan, biting hard on my lip.
My mouth opens with a shudder when he makes a sound between a grunt and a growl, right into my pussy. “Yeah, I’m gonna need more of that from you.”
I’m not aware of the time that passes as Ryder fingers and licks me. I feel so stimulated and full of him, from inside and out. The only thing Iamaware of is how easy my orgasm builds, especially when he presses hard into my clit, gently sucking.
His groan vibrates through my flesh, the sound of the comforter moving when he shifts his knees. His breathing intensifies with each sound I make, his free hand tightening on the outside of my thigh to the point that it almost hurts. One of my hands grips his solid, sturdy arm, and the other holds his head in place as that build-up increases. My legs part further, the soft warmth of his mouth undoing me. “Oh shit, don’t stop, baby,” I moan.
He absolutely doesnotstop.
Arching my back, my body tenses as wakes of my pleasure lap over my body.
I breathe heavily, shuddering as he gently finishes. “Fuck, that was amazing,” I whisper, replaying the way his smooth tongue ran through me.
“You’re not done yet,” he growls, moving away from the bed. I’m eager for this. I don’t even care how he takes me.
“Which way do you want me?” I ask.
His gaze rakes over my exposure, the corner of his mouth curling up. “Fuck, Jules, you gonna give me that?”
“I honestly want whichever position makes you the most insatiable.”
No matter what, this really is a fantasy come to life. He’s literally one of the sexiest men to me, and I never want to forget this.
He slowly licks his lips, as if savoring what remains. “Turn over, then. On your knees, up straight.”
I do as he commands, facing the headboard while on my knees. He’s quick to the bed, placing both his knees on either side of mine, his bare cock sliding under my ass and through my legs, so my needy pussy straddles right on top of him.
I shudder at the novel contact.
And then his arm wraps around my stomach, the other sliding up to cup a breast, my entire backside pressed against the heat of his body in an embrace. I feel small flushed up against him.
He leans in and whispers, “You’re some kind of woman, Jules.” He kisses my neck. His mouth hovers on my ear while his hands find my hips. “Letting me fuck you how I want, melting at my touch.” His rough hands roam again, like he can’t keep himself in one place. I only pant in return. His cock rubs against my clit, like a tease before entry. He kisses me from my ear to my collarbone. “While also being gorgeous as shit.” He keeps our naked bodies pressed tightly together as he says, “I want you as mine, Julie.”
“Joey,” I whimper, overwhelmed, locked in his strength and melting into him. “Yeah,” I breathe out, leaning right back into him. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”
“Good, because I’m a competitive fucker. And I’d fight like hell for you.”
He then tells me to lie down on my stomach. My heart is about to explode at such a confession, and I’m lying on the comforter without even thinking.
The soft fabric is against my naked front, both of his hands on my hips, slightly arching my back. I can’t see anything other than my hands and the pillows, and then I feel the tip of his cock press through my slippery skin… I stretch wide to accommodate him as he enters me.
I gasp. “Fuckyes, please.”
“You’re such a hungry girl for my cock,” he states, pushing in further. “I love the shit out of it.”
He buries himself into me, and I tense with bliss because my ass is right up against his skin, my pussy utterly stretched andfull.
Ryder leans over me, his chest and stomach on my back as his knees spread my legs so he can fuck me at whatever pace he pleases. He takes his time positioning himself, one arm sliding underneath me so it wraps around just above my breasts, holding me against him like one might while grappling. His other hand runs through the back of my hair, all the while his cock is deep inside of me.
His weight smothers me.
