stilled and relaxed. Stilled and relaxed.
“For fuck’s sake, Ryker. Fuck me!” She slid her hands into my hair, yanked on the strands.
I smiled and thrust home in one smooth shot. Her sigh of relief mingled with my moan of exultation. She was fucking made for me.
Putting my hands on her arms, I slid my hands to hers. Linked our fingers and dragged her hands over her head. A dark smile pulled at my mouth as I hooked her hands to the restraints that were camouflaged as part of my head board.
Her body jerked against mine. Her heavy lids lifted, lowered as she narrowed her eyes at me. “A bit kinky, Ryker.”
I kissed her nose. “Baby, you don’t know the half of it.” Her hands restrained, I set my palms to the bend of her knees and pushed out and up.
Her body bucked as she moaned. Her head thrashed back and forth before she settled again when I didn’t move. “Sweet caramel brownies, Ryker.”
My chuckle was hoarse. “Brownies, indeed.” I angled my knees, got into position. Lifting up, I sank down in one smooth stroke inside her.
My head dropped back on my shoulders. Tight as a fucking glove and hot as a furnace. My girl’s cunt was heaven.
I set up a steady rhythm. One that worked for both of us. Sweat beaded on my brow as I fought off my orgasm. I didn’t want to let this end. Not yet. Possibly not ever.
Her whining and moaning were like nails down my back. The sucking pull of her pussy was a heady experience I wanted to wallow in. But like most good things, it, too, had to come to an end.
I felt the ripples in her cunt. The first signal that she was getting ready for that climb. The seducing call of her orgasm brought mine grunting and swinging forward like the caveman I really was.
Switching my grip, I shoved my knees wider and brought my fingers to my mouth. I licked them.
“Willow.” I made my voice as hard as possible. Right then it didn’t take much.
Her eyelids fluttered open. Her gaze was hazy with lust. “Mm?”
I lowered my fingers in a fast snap that crashed on her clit. She sucked in a noisy breath as her body twitched beneath me. “Ryker, Ryker, Ryker.” Her cunt clamped down as her orgasm ripped through her. Pretty sure I saw her eyes roll up into her head. But that was probably just ego talking.
Her clenching pussy brought my own orgasm. Too long delayed, I felt like the top of my head popped off as I tossed it back and gritted my teeth against the body-destroying pleasure that swamped through me. I grunted a few times, pumped my dick inside her because I couldn’t control my body’s actions anymore.
I was pretty sure I was going to live here. Deep inside her. Certainly made being a possessive and jealous asshole easier. She’d never be without me.
As my body finally relaxed and I dropped down against her warm, damp body, I gave the idea serious thought. I think I could pull it off. She certainly seemed to like what I did to her body.
“Hero, one of these days you’re going to kill me with pleasure,” she said, her voice a little strained. “But sweet canapes, you’re heavy. I can’t breathe.” She nudged me weakly with her knees against my hips.
My chuckle was as weak as hers as I rolled off to the side. My chest still heaving. “Sorry. I tend to lose my head when I’m in my happy place.” I rubbed a hand over her belly. Watched her muscles twitch and jerk under my touch.
“Hands,” she said.
I smiled, nodded. “Yeah, I’m touching you. Are you thinking of denying me?”
She snorted. “Never. But I want to touch you. I need you to undo my hands.” She snapped her fingers. “Up here. You can do it. I believe in you.” She snapped them again.
I raised up on an elbow as I raised an eyebrow. “I’m more likely to paddle you if you keep talking to me like I’m a good dog.”
A smile washed over her mouth. “Not a good dog. Not even a dog. Good boy?” she said around a snicker.
I shook my head. “Definitely a bad boy.”
Her smile deepened. “With the references to prove it. I remember, Ryker.” Her face went serious. “Do you not want me to touch you? It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind. I won’t cross your boundaries.” She held my gaze steadily.
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