Page 100 of Ryder: Shadows and Desires
Ryder pulls my head to the side, breathing heavily into my ear.
“Just think, you came to the thought of this earlier, sitting in my truck.”
I feel so motionless, electricity striking through my navel when I realize I can’t move. At all. I’m literally pinned, his cock free to move in and out of me as he pleases.
And he does.
Undulating his hips, we both move against the bed. His hot breath is on my ear as he pants, his legs pinning me wide open.
I whimper and moan, his cock expanding me further, an internal pleasure pulsating deep inside. I hold onto his thick, powerful arm, my hands being the only free part of me. “Oh, shit. That feels so good.”
He rolls his hips in such smooth, controlled ways, nice and slow. “You fit so fucking good, baby,” he rasps into my ear, pulling my hair back so he can kiss my jaw. “So tight and warm.”
The fighter moves quicker, the heat of his breath still in my ear. A profound sensation of an internal pleasure builds like he’s right on my G-spot.
He raggedly exhales, picking up the tempo, bracing himself with his knees. He thrusts harder. My eyes roll behind closed lids. I’m used to hearing him pant at the gym, but I can’t get over how it sounds while he’s fucking me.
Ryder rasps, “Yeah, you fucking like being filled with my cock, don’t you?” His weight leans harder into me.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Fuck yes.”
“Say it,” he demands, a controlled intensity in his voice that stems from his fighting ways.
I smile. “I fucking love being filled with your cock, Joey.”
He kisses my neck so hard that he lightly nips at my skin. “Yeah, baby... now fucking say it again while I fuck you hard,” he breathes out.
He pumps deeper and faster. The air smells like sweat, sex, and fresh sheets. I can hear the sound of his skin smacking mine. I can’t get enough of feeling completely immobile in such a firm hold.
“Fuck,” I whine, my body moving forward and backward from his movements. He really does fuck me hard. I brace myself with each word. “I... love... being filled... with your cock... Joey...”
His grunting grows more jagged, his face pressed against the back of my head as he holds it in place.
I moan out, “I might even come again.”
A puff of hot air fills my ears, along with a snicker. “Told you you’re gonna be sore. And you should, baby. Your sweet pussy shouldalwayscome on my cock when I’m inside of you.”
I focus on the building sensation. “Faster.”
He’s a machine of pure muscle, accommodating my request with ease, the bed gently shaking. I’m so full of Ryder that I feel like my womb is making room for him.
Then, a wave hits me so hard in my core, my muscles so worn out, that I moan loudly,“I’m coming.”
Right as my body shudders, a gutturalgrowlbreaks free from the fighter, his arm tightening around me, holding me still. He works for his own release, his body stiffening with a final thrust, spilling into me. He groans in my ear, low and slow, giving gentle pushes as if to milk out his own pleasure.
Ryder collapses his weight down onto me, his clutch on my hair loosening. I relax into the bed, and he laughs. “It’s not even Friday night, and you’re already worn out.”
I smile until he pulls out, removing the weight and heat of him. I already miss being smothered by it.
But as I turn over, figuring I need to clean up, he dexterously comes back down over me so we’re face to face.
His lips unabashedly rub against mine.
Everything was a pure, raw sexual need earlier. But this feels different. We’re naked, his bare dick pressed against my soaking and finished pussy, his arms wrapped tightly around me so we share the softness and heat of each other.
It’s a slow, sensual exchange.
I’m falling for this man so quickly.
