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“Austyn,” he calls, and my focus goes to him, not realizing my eyes were closed, lost in the moment. “There she is.”

Ryker pulls off his T-shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. My breath catches at the masculine beauty that is Ryker. I’ve seen him without his shirt on before at the clubhouse, but never this close. Never a time when I could look at him unabashedly and admire all that is him.

So many tattoos everywhere. I sit up onto my elbows, trying to take them all in, but there’s no way it’ll happen that quickly.

With a knee to the bed, he climbs on, kissing up my leg to my knee then to my pussy. I jolt at first, not having any clue what to expect. His tongue is hot and wet. His teeth are sharp and precise. He kisses me like he does my mouth, slow and sensually, making sure to hit my clit just at the right times to get a gasp from me. The brush of his hair down there amps up my arousal.

I reach down and hold onto his hair, my legs falling open and giving, which he takes full advantage of.

The pressure inside me coils, my stomach clenching. Heat like no other burns me from the inside out.

As he presses a finger inside me, the orgasm hits and I cry out Ryker’s name while digging my nails in hard to his head. I’m not sure if I’m holding him there or trying to pull him off.

My entire body shakes, and my eyes roll shut as pleasure vibrates through my body.

Moments later, I look down to see Ryker’s eyes are solely focused on me, taking in every little movement I make. He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, then rises from the bed, stripping off his jeans and boxers.

His cock stands to attention. It’s long and thick with an almost purple head that looks like it could explode at any moment.

I’ve seen men’s junk before in movies, but Ryker’s has every single one of those beat by a mile. I’m not even sure he’ll fit inside me.

He pulls out a condom and tosses it to the bed before climbing up back on the bed. Then he delicately cups my face, kissing me with everything he has. The taste of myself mingled with him spurs my arousal on once again.

We roll to our sides, my leg over his thigh. His dick rubs against me as the fire burns hot once more.

“Like this?” I ask, fearing him being on top of me. Not him, just the feel of it. I don’t want to ruin this. I can’t ruin this.

“Anything,” he says, kissing me once again.

I feel him moving, then feel his hand between us as he rolls the condom on.

A fleeting bit of panic hits, but I breathe through it, looking into Ryker’s eyes.

This is Ryker. No one else.

The feeling subsides.

Ryker poises at my entrance. He knows I’ve had sex before because I was pregnant. What he doesn’t know is he’s my first time having sex.

His dick slowly enters me, and then he maneuvers my body for a better angle. He glides inside, each inch of him stretching me and waking up the nerves.

I try to hold back the tears, wishing this was my first time for real.

“Damn, baby. You’re wrapping around me like a vise.” Sweat trickles down his brow like it’s almost painful for him to be taking such time with me, but I appreciate it more than he knows.

Clawing his shoulders as he enters me fully, I feel slight pain, but I’m able to hold in my reaction.

“This is the best fuckin’ gift you could have given me.”

Before I can respond, he’s kissing me once more, all the while thrusting into me, his dick sliding in and out of me rhythmically. His kisses match his thrusts, and I get lost in the sensations.

I find myself moving with him, meeting him with each move. He holds me tightly to his body, his heat adding to my own, creating a combustible energy in the room.

Ryker swivels his hips, hitting my clit just in the right stop. I gasp, but Ryker just plunges deeper in my mouth.

He begins a pace with a thrust and a swivel, and I’m completely lost. I scream his name once again as shards of white light appear behind my lids, ripping my lips away from his, my back arching. He keeps me close to him, even as I dig my nails into his shoulders as his thrusts become more determined.

Soon, he buries his head in my shoulder, and I feel his dick twitch inside me. Our bodies still, the only sound is our labored breathing.