Page 81 of Bad for Business
The feel of his mouth around my nipple, his tongue warm against the sensitive bud.
The feel of Ryker thrusting harder at the same moment he takes my nipple between his teeth.
Another high-pitched moan leaves me. I can’t help it. I’ve never been this loud, but everything he’s doing to me feels so good that I can’t hold anything back. I’m too focused on how perfect it feels to have his cock buried inside me. Of his bodypushing me into the mattress as he focuses so much on fucking me that he falls to his elbow, supporting a little less of his weight in the process.
“How have we gone so long not doing this?” he asks, his breath hot against my nipple. “Fuck, I’ve missed so many chances to bury myself in your perfect pussy.”
He moves to my other nipple, and if he doesn’t let up with the punishing pace of his hips, I’m going to come again.
“Ryker. If you keep…” My words stop when he bites down on the swell of my breast, making me yelp with pleasure. “If…” I try to finish the sentence, but I’m so full of him and he’s so deep that I can’t get my words out. “I’m going to come,” I finally get out, my voice coming out almost a yell. I need him to know that the tension building between my thighs is about to burst.
“I know,” Ryker responds, his hand moving to the back of my neck as he forces me to look at him. “Come around my cock. I need to feel it, baby.”
His words send me over the edge. Fireworks erupt low in my stomach as another orgasm takes over. My legs shake from the intensity. It seems like it lasts forever. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through me. It’s like an out-of-body experience as he continues to rock in and out of me at a pace so hurried that I swear I see stars for a moment.
“Goddamn,” Ryker grits out, his forehead falling to mine as he slows his hips—but only barely. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight it almost hurts. Such a good fucking girl, coming all over my cock.”
With every thrust, he slows down, giving me time to recover from the orgasm. He leans in and kisses me slowly, like he has all the time in the world.
Eventually, I pull away. “I want you to come.” I’ve come two times already and he hasn’t at all. I tried warning him with the last one, hoping that would stop the euphoric pace of his hipsuntil he was close as well. It didn’t, and now all I want is to watch him come undone the same way he’s made me—twice.
He rocks in and out of me again. The slower pace allows him to push so deeply inside me that my toes curl. “I’m going to come,” he tells me, his lips moving against mine. “But not before I get one more orgasm out of my girl.”
My girl.
I have to close my eyes. I don’t want him to see how much I love him calling me that.
I’ve never been anyone’s. No one’s ever been mine. But with him, I find myself wanting both of those things.
The feeling is completely new to me. I don’t know what to do with it. All I do right now is lift my hips, allowing him even deeper inside me. I open my eyes and find his already on me.
This man is stealing pieces of my heart. I have real, raw feelings for him, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been so terrified in my life.
“I know you can give me another,” Ryker rasps, breaking me from my thoughts.
I know I can too. I don’t know if it’s because he called mehis girlor if it’s the slow, deep way in which he fucks me right now, but either way, pressure slowly starts to build all over again, just further proving the hold he has on me.
He rocks in and out of me and it feels so good, but for some reason, I want to try and take him deeper. I want him buried so deep inside that I can still feel him tomorrow.
I grab both sides of his face, turning his head so he looks at me. “I’ll come again, but this time, let me ride you?”
I want to have the power when he comes. I want to be able to see his face as he loses control. I’m desperate to see every single detail of his orgasm, needing to prove to myself that everything is as intense for him as it is for me.
Ryker’s smirk is so fucking sexy that my body heats just at the sight of it. “I was wondering how long you’d let me be in control. Of course you can ride me, princess.”
FORTY-ONE
RYKER
I gently liftCamille’s leg and pull myself from her, missing the feeling of her wrapped around me the moment I’m no longer in her.
I lie down next to her, my cock aching to be inside her again. I was so close to coming with her last orgasm and it took everything in me to hold myself back. By the time we’re done, I want her body spent.
“Come ride me, baby,” I rasp, turning my head to look at her.
She pushes the top half of her body off the mattress, her eyes focused on my cock. It gleams with her arousal, something impossible for her not to notice.
I watch her every move as she hikes a leg over my hips, straddling me. A loud groan escapes me as she lines herself up with the head of my cock. I haven’t even been out of her for a minute and it feels like too long.
