done the moment he saw her genuine happiness. He’d just committed to another night with her. He didn’t even pretend to be pissed off at himself. Another night with her was inevitable at this point. He couldn’t fucking stay away.
“Tonight, we’re just going to play.” He pressed the tip of his finger in her tight ass, moving slowly, giving her time to adjust. “I’m going to buy you a butt plug,” he murmured as he began to thrust his finger in and out, moving deeper with each return trip. “I’ll bend you over my desk at work to slip it in, then send you back to your desk. You’ll sit there, squirming, your ass filled with my toy, knowing that when I take it out, I’m going to replace it with my cock.”
Darcy’s breathing had grown louder with each word.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered. “Do that tomorrow.”
He chuckled. He’d teased her in his office about being a shitty sub, but that wasn’t what he wanted from her at all. While he loved giving commands and having her obey, he also wanted her just like this, joking, fun, an equal partner.
Ryder’s finger was completely lodged in her ass. The way she was lifting her hips, trying to draw it even deeper, told him she was all in on anal play.
Bending his head, he ran his tongue over her clit before sucking it into his mouth. Throughout, he continued to finger-fuck her ass. Darcy cried out, writhing beneath him, and he had to place a firm hand on her stomach to hold her still.
“God. Ohmigod,” she gasped when he pressed his tongue inside her. Darcy came hard. And loudly. And he realized he was going to have to get a hotel room before they did this again.
He lifted his head as she started to come down from her orgasm, pulling his finger free.
He was used to her adorable, cat-who-ate-the-canary grins, so he was surprised when she hit him with the most seductive eyes he’d ever seen.
“Take me, Ryder. Hard.”
He gritted his teeth, trying to find the strength to resist her, to call her to task for telling him what to do.
It was useless. He’d been a fool to believe he could ever control Darcy.
He lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders, then he guided his cock to her and thrust inside with one swift, hard motion, burying himself to the hilt.
Darcy gasped and winced—fuck, he kept forgetting she was relatively new to this—but both reactions were fleeting. She tilted her hips so that he sank in even deeper.
“Hold on,” he whispered.
And then he released the reins, gave in to all of his darkest desires. He took her hard and fast, pounding inside her even as she came again…and then again.
After her third orgasm, he withdrew, untied her hands, and flipped her to her stomach, drawing her up on her hands and knees before driving back inside.
Darcy screamed. She was so tight and hot and wet.
And his.
She was fucking his.
His grip on her hips tightened when he realized her ass was still pink from his spanking. Though he didn’t think it possible, his cock thickened even more. He spanked her as he thrust. Over and over.
Darcy arched her back, moved backwards to meet his inward thrusts.
Through it all, she begged for more. “God, Ryder. Yes! Fucking hell. Harder.”
He gave her everything, unable to deny her.
As her fourth orgasm struck, he was there, spilling inside her, his climax so intense, it almost hurt.
Darcy’s head dropped to the pillow beneath her as he remained in place, still kneeling, his cock going soft inside her.
He didn’t move. He couldn’t.
“Darcy,” he whispered.
“Doggy style,” she said, not bothering to lift her head from the pillow. “Big fan.”
Ryder laughed, falling to the bed beside her. He was out of sex shape, muscles too long unused, twinging. “You’re killing me, Buttercup.”
“So what time should I be in your office tomorrow morning?”
He lifted his hand and brought it down on her ass hard, just once. And then, because he was a fucking fool, he said, “Eight o’clock, Ms. Young. Sharp.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Ryder?” Darcy said, when he appeared in her mom’s kitchen as she finished scooping out the melon balls. Sunnie, Yvonne, and Kelli had just finished putting the rest of the nip-petizers on the table and people were starting to show up for Bubbles’s Boob Voyage party. “What are you doing here?”
He crossed the kitchen and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek as he snuck a melon ball from the carved-out