and searing kisses along every millimeter he could reach.
I gave up the fight. Fell onto my back, gripped his head in my hands to hold him to me. Every sensation built on itself. Became a writhing morass of feelings that cemented me into the present with him.
My body wiggled and moved all on its own. Like it was as crazy as me, it danced closer before shying back in alternate turns.
My back arched high as Ryker took my nipple between his teeth and pulled. His hoarse chuckle vibrated against my trapped flesh. Added another layer of feeling to everything. He let his teeth open the slightest degree. My flesh scraped through the slight break in the barrier of his teeth.
I flopped back to the bed, breathing heavy. My eyelids were heavy as I looked up at him. His features were stark in the lower lighting of falling dusk. His green eyes were bright as he watched me. Studied my every move. Memorized my every twitch.
“Back with me?” he asked.
I nodded. Smiled. “Thank you.”
His grin was wolfish. “I’m more than happy to help, cupcake. Want to keep going or do you want to go finish your mountain?” His chest was moving just a little deeper than usual. His cheeks wore the slightest tinge of red.
“And if I want to finish my mountain?”
He nodded, smiled. “Then that’s what we’ll do.” He eased back.
I reached up, grabbed his face in my hands. “That would make this number three, Mr. Penn. I need you to make good on your promise to my cunt.” I sealed my lips to his as he jerked slightly. A low groan rumbled through his chest.
He ripped his mouth away. “Sweet fuck, cupcake. You can’t say that word.”
“Cunt?” I raised an eyebrow.
His eyes slid closed, he shuddered. “You make cupcakes for a living. You shouldn’t be using such dirty words.” He leaned his forehead against mine. His was damp. The slightest bit heated.
I moved my head so I could whisper in his ear. “My cunt is aching for you. I need your cock inside me, hero.” I ran my fingers down his chest, cupped his raging hard-on in my hand. “Are you going to give it to me? Fill me up? Make me scream your name?”
He growled again. The sound more animal than man. Hooking his hands under my ass, he tugged me to the end of the bed, got to his knees between my legs. “Fucking hell.” He buried his face in my pussy.
Teeth, lips, tongue. He used his entire arsenal on and against me. In a matter of moments, I was clutching his head and chanting his name.
His tongue was a dervish against my clit. An unending flickering that shot me to orgasm in less than five minutes. With a deep chuckle, he kept at me. The overly sensitive nub begged for mercy.
I tugged at his hair. Whined his name. “Ryker. Please.” Honestly, I didn’t know if I was begging for more or for him to leave off for just a moment.
He answered both pleas. He dipped at least two fingers inside me. Rubbed his fingers over the bumpy ridge just inside my entrance.
With two fingers, he spread my labia wide, blew streams of cool air over my clit as he kept up the relentless internal rubbing with his other hand.
My head thrashed back and forth as I tried to sort the feelings. Tried to put them in the right spot in my brain. But his magic touch ate at all my efforts. I was one big mass of sensation.
A deep, heavy pressure built in my vagina. A feeling like I’d never experienced before. It floated to the top of the ocean of feeling. Started flashing bright red lights in my mind.
“Ryker?”
“Hmm?” he hummed against my flesh.
I shivered. How could I put it into words? I had to pee? Not really. It was deeper than that. Heavier than that. “Ryk—”
He flicked his tongue over my clit again and he drummed his other fingers against that bumpy ridge.
“Ah!” My entire body quaked as it went crazy. He removed his mouth just as a warm gushing sensation shot from my body as my next orgasm shattered my higher brain function. I could only feel. Breathe and feel as he played my body like the maestro he was.
Chapter 9 – Ryker
I fought my body’s need to cum as I watched Willow’s pussy weep for me. I hadn’t been expecting her to squirt, but I felt about ten feet tall that I’d