Page 136 of With A Little Luck
But if they rip… Oh well.
I lean against his left shoulder and yank the material to the side, suddenly manifesting superhuman strength. Using my other hand, I guide him to my opening and sink down before I can stress about if it’ll sting.
There was a time before meeting Ridge that I thought there was no such thing as too big of a dick. However, the universe taught me a lesson the night we met.
The whole experience was excruciatingly slow, at least at first, because he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt me. And even with all that prep, it still took my breath away when he slid inside me.
The same thing happens in real time as I stretch around the extreme girth of his crown, but it also feels amazing.
Ridge spits a string of curses and plants his hand on my hip. “I somehow forgot what a tight fit that is.”
I nod against his shoulder and fight the urge to turn into a melty pile of useless omega. My instincts want my nose buried in his throat and to simply enjoy the feeling of how hard he is inside me, but that would be selfish.
Wobbling on the cushion, I get myself vertical and study his handsome face. He lost his glasses at some point. They must have fallen off the top of his head.
His eyes are darker than normal, and he looks a little feral. “What now?”
“Now, I’m going to ride you.”
And I do exactly that.
Each swivel and descent of my hips forces more of him inside me, but it feels impossible that I’ll ever be able to reach his knot.
Not that this is the appropriate place for knotting.
Ridge’s right hand moves to my ass while his left slips between us. He cups my tits one by one and groans. “I wish we were both naked. Fuck. I wanna see your tits really bounce and…goddamn.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, working him even deeper. Everything is more intense with both of our pheromones flooding the air. Alpha and omega biology feeds off one another, but I can’t let myself get foggy like I was the other night with Hartley and Trigg.
My chest pangs.
The only thing that would make this moment even better would be to have them here with us.
Ridge gives up on playing with my tits, and my nipples throb in the cool air. He works his left hand between us and pinches my clit.
My need builds, and I bounce over him with greater fervency as I chase my own orgasm. He’s right-handed, but he does a solid job of teasing my swollen nub with his left.
Everything seems to disappear but Ridge’s handsome face.
Goose bumps break out on my skin, and I try to force him against my G-spot on every grind of my hips, but it’s just not enough.
I stretch closer and whisper, “Kiss me.”
He dips his head, ravaging my mouth with his tongue.
That’s all it takes to send me tumbling over the edge.
My core locks down almost violently, and his shaft swells, growing longer and thicker, which only intensifies every sensation.
“Aww, shit,” he growls into our kiss. Slick leaks around his hard cock, and I sob, unable to do more than experience the moment.
I’m hazy and out of it, so I have no idea where the idea comes from, but it becomes clear what I have to do.
I need to get Ridge to bite me.
Once we’re bonded, he won’t take needless risks.
Cupping his face in my hand, I nip at his lips. “Bite me. Please, Ridge. I want you to claim me!”
