Page 15 of How to Avoid a Billionaire

“Yes.” Her juices coated his fingers, and he slid two into her heat. She squirmed and tried closing her legs, but he blocked the movement with his knees. “You like teasing me, angel? I’m going to show you what teasing gets you.”

He hoisted her legs up and slid down the bed. One swipe of his tongue had her thighs quivering. He stuck his tongue into her pussy and lapped at her cream. She tasted so good, he wanted more. She cried out his name. Ryder used a thumb to push back the hood covering the stiff bud and sucked it. Melanie scratched the sheets.

He leaned up and stretched to turn on the light. While he did so, her fingers found her clit and stroked. “Hands to your sides.” This time she obeyed. “Good girl.”

By the time he returned to kneeling before her, her juices flowed. She was so hot, so turned on. He knew it came from his commands as much as from his lips and fingers. Early on in their sexual games, he’d learned how she loved to be told what to do. He had also gathered during that time the desire did not translate to outside the bedroom. As Christian had said, she bucked against him, and that turned him on, to have her fight him.

He pushed a single finger into her sex and watched her tremble. “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes.”

He pulled his finger out and slid it back in. She twisted her hips left and right. He looked down at his cock, which had grown so hard it ached. He wanted to replace his finger with his shaft but held off. Leaning down, he sucked his finger and let her watch him do it. She bit her bottom lip.

“Mmm, do you know how good you taste?”

“I know you like it.”

He chuckled. “Come here. I want you to ride me.” When she faced him, he made a gesture. “No, face away. Let me watch your ass.”

Her expression changed. “You like my ass, Ryder?”

“Maybe.”

She climbed onto her knees facing away from him and arched her back. The movement spread her cheeks, giving him a good view of her pussy and the tight little rear entrance he’d enjoyed once. He’d liked it but it hurt her, and he’d been reluctant to try it again.

Ryder leaned on his hands, legs straight. “Climb up and guide my dick in.”

She did as he asked, straddled his thighs and then slid back so the tip of his cock brushed her pussy. He blew air between clenched teeth. The way his ball sac drew up, he wouldn’t last long, but when she sank down, her heat engulfing him, he cared about nothing except this instant. He encircled her waist with one arm and jammed his hips upward. She whined her pleasure.

“No, hold still a minute, angel.” He willed his body to calm a little, but control and Melanie naked did not mix. “Ride me.”

She held onto his thighs, her legs spread wide and began grinding on his erection. Mesmerized, he stared at the rise and fall of her ass, enjoyed the sight of his cock disappearing into her tight pussy.

“Mmm, you feel so good. Faster, angel.”

She picked up the pace, allowing him to slide out a few inches and then came down hard on him. He squeezed her waist and shoved upward the same time she descended. His mind spun at the feel of her, the scent, the sounds of her juicy sex consuming his cock. Ryder couldn’t help himself. He switched their positions so she knelt in front of him and he crouched behind. He had to scoot low because she was so much smaller. Yet the reward of burying his shaft into her sweetness drove him to the brink of release. He held onto the headboard above her and thrust into her. She shouted his name. Her inner muscles clenched the hell out of him, stroking his shaft.

“Ryder.”

Damn it, he loved how she said his name. “Say it again.”

“What?”

He pumped deep, drew away glistening with their combined juices, and thrust in again. “Say my name!”

“Ryder.”

He let go, having no choice. His come spilled out, filling her, and he grunted through a powerful release, but he didn’t

stop moving. “Play with your clit, angel.”

She rubbed it. He saw her arm moving, steady and confident. Inside, she tightened around him. He knew what that meant. She was close. He kept one hand on the headboard and placed one at her hip then raised a knee. Arching forward and back, he drove into her, glad that in the mornings, without fail, he stayed hard longer.

“Ryder, I’m going to come!”

He pumped faster, giving her every inch, driving deep as he could. She screamed and fell down to the bed. He followed so he wouldn’t slip out of her, and pushed her legs together, squeezing his shaft. Lying on top of her, he continued to pump, but now slow and easy. He pushed a hand beneath her hips and found her clit. Gently, he thumbed the bud. Her soft lips parted, and when she sighed, he knew she’d enjoyed the aftershock.

At last, he rolled onto his back. She followed and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. I never cuddle. What the hell is wrong with me?

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