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“Oh, God, yes.” I moan and shudder as the spine-tingling sensation rips through me. I’m already wound up tight. If he keeps doing that, I’ll go over the edge any second.
And watching Ryder’s calloused hand as he strokes his big cowboy cock against my pussy is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Or felt.
“Is this what you want, baby?”
“Yes.” I’m panting so hard I barely get the word out.
“You have the prettiest goddamn pussy in the world,” he says, his arm muscles cording as he jerks himself off on me. His groans and the wet, sexy sounds of him working his dick against me fill the room.
I shiver, clenching and spasming, addicted to the feel of his hard cock’s velvet-soft skin sliding back and forth over my swollen clit. I’ve never had anyone do this to me before. It’s so base and wild. I’m practically begging for fucking mercy, but he doesn’t let up on my pussy.
“You didn’t get enough of my cum last night, did you?” he says. “My greedy little Emma. You want more?”
“Yes, please.” I’m so close to going over the edge. I tilt my hips up, dying for more. “I want to see you come all over me.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Ryder lets out a grunt, and he jerks as cum spurts from his swollen, thick-as-all-hell dick. I moan, going off the second his hot cum touches my clit, at the same time as he rubs his dick over it. He’s pumping and pumping, covering me with his cum and spreading it all over my pussy.
Crying out, I orgasm so hard I cramp in pure bliss, firing off rockets I didn’t even know I had.
Chapter Ten
Iwake up, slowly comingout of a dream. Or was it? Sleepy contentment morphs into happiness. This is real life and I’m awake.
Emma is snuggled up against me, warm skin on skin, melting into me. With her cheek resting on my chest and my arms around her, we’re one. And I’m home.
Home is wherever Emma is. I wouldn’t change a thing about her. What would it be like to wake up with Emma every day? The only other time I felt this way about a woman was with her, the last time she was here.
I’m lulled by the sound of her gentle, sleeping breaths. The scent of vanilla lingers from her hair. The smell of sex is mixed with her plum perfume and me. I’m covered in us.
Last night before we went to sleep, she told me about her idiot fiancé who didn’t have the decency to call off the wedding. I knew by the way she was acting, cautious, almost afraid of me, that someone must have hurt her. But I never imagined some dick bailing on her like that at the altar. She didn’t tell me about him the last time she was here.
And it was fucking adorable when she got embarrassed and admitted that I was just supposed to be a one and done.
I can’t help but smile at thought ofEmmacalling anyone, especially me, a one and done? That was pretty fucking funny, if you ask me. But now the way she was acting makes sense. Emma hasn’t had a boyfriend in a long time. She was engaged to Mac for three years before he broke her heart.
But Emma doesn’t have to worry about anything with me. I can guaran-damn-tee I’d never lie to her, or lead her on.
