Page 166 of Mad Love

I wanted to buck under him, to push myself harder and faster, chasing the slow build of my orgasm.

As if sensing my patience was close to snapping, Ryan readjusted us and pulled my leg higher, until it was over his shoulder. The new position left me exposed and vulnerable as he drove his cock into me. There was no way to get enough leverage to meet his thrusts, since I was practically doing the splits beneath him.

My thigh burned as he pumped in and out of me, his gaze focused on mine every second. The wicked look of satisfaction in his eyes stole my breath, and I cried out when the new angle let him hit a deeper spot inside me that made my entire body jerk.

“Ryan,” I whimpered his name on a broken plea, desperate for more, as my orgasm coiled tighter.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered, repeating my words from last night as he moved just a little faster.

It was better, but still just not quite enough to tip me over the edge.

But this wasn’t about me; this was about Ryan taking what he needed from me. And I was beyond willing to give him that.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for him again, needing his mouth on mine. The moment our lips touched, I felt his restraint start to slip. His hips snapped against me a little harder, driving me harder into the bed.

He did it again.

And again.

And again.

I broke our kiss, panting as his thrusts increased as he raced to claim me.

“You feel so perfect,” he praised, eyes hot. “So tight and wet around my cock.”

His words were like a direct line to my core as I felt my walls clench around him.

“That’s my girl,” he added, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses against my neck. “I want to feel you come for me, baby. Squeeze that pretty cunt on my dick.” When he moved a hand between us and drew tight circles around my clit, my orgasm rolled over me in waves that never seemed to end, blurring the lines of reality as I cried out.

Ryan jerked inside me with a rough groan, finding his release and riding me through the end of mine.

He collapsed against my chest, pressing small kisses against my damp skin as I moved my leg into a less awkward position, my muscles burning from the stretch.

Not that I had a single damn complaint.

Ryan worked his arms under me, hugging me even as he deposited all his weight on me. It was hard to breathe, but I wouldn’t have changed a thing about this moment. I was only sorry it would have to end, and we’d need to face the rest of the day.

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Watching the guys plan Grandpa’s funeral made me realize how much went into it. It was a lot more than I’d done for my mom. There were viewings and a burial to schedule, estate details to go over, people to invite, a reception to arrange…

It seemed exhausting, and my heart broke for Ryan as he stoically took on each responsibility.

Around ten, Royal and Bishop arrived with Cori. As we’d suspected, news of Grandpa’s death had made local papers, but thankfully they’d been able to grab Cori before she learned the truth.

Ryan wanted to tell her himself.

I felt his stress as my own as he paced in the living room, listening as the car’s engine died and a few seconds later, Corinne threw open the front door with a squeal. Her tiny footsteps thumped through the foyer, drawing closer.

Ryan’s shoulders bunched up, apprehension filling his face as each bounce drew his sister closer.

Cori burst through the door with a grin and yelled, “Ryan!” She launched herself at him like a hug-seeking-missile. But no sooner did he hug her than she was scrambling away to throw herself at me for another hug.

I held her tight, absorbing her energy and happiness while it lasted.

Cori bounced away. Literally bounced on her tiptoes. “I have to see my puppy. How big do you think she is? Can we go to the store and get her a treat—”

Ryan cleared his throat. “Hey, kiddo, can you sit down for a minute?”

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