Wild Embrace (Wilder Irish #11) - Mari Carr Page 0,65

rubbing it around her anus.

Darcy breathed out loudly, excitedly. “God, Ryder. I love this all so much.”

Ryder grinned. Smugly. He couldn’t help it. He felt the same way.

He slowly pressed his index finger inside her, to the first knuckle, then the second.

“Breathe,” he murmured when he realized she was holding her breath. She blew out a long stream of air, shuddering as she did so.

He pushed that one finger in and out for a couple of minutes, giving her time to adjust. He’d bought her a small butt plug, the toy probably not bigger than two of his fingers. He didn’t want to scare or hurt her, recalling Denise yelling at him the night he’d tried this with her, telling him he was too rough, it was too painful, that he always pushed her too far.

He hoped that by initiating Darcy slowly, gently, it would increase the odds that she’d want to try it again, would eventually let him take her ass, to live out so many of those fantasies he’d played out in his mind.

Ryder shook that thought loose. Let it drift away. At some point, he was going to have to find the strength to walk away.

So he’d give her this—her first taste of anal play—and leave her future forays to…

Fuck.

He let that thought fly away too. The image of Darcy with another man went through him like knives, and for a moment, he was actually jealous.

Jealous of future lovers Darcy might take to bed?

It was preposterous.

Ryder had never been jealous a day in his life, not the type to ever work up that kind of passionate response. Hell, he hadn’t even sought retribution against the other man in Denise’s life because, in the end, he hadn’t been able to summon up enough emotion to care.

He dismissed all of that, hating the way his thoughts were all over the place. He needed to concentrate on the task at hand. He was too distracted, too in his own head.

Adding more lube to his fingers, he pressed in once more, this time with two.

Darcy gasped, but she didn’t release the headboard, nor did she try to pull away. “That feels…”

He slowly started thrusting, Darcy moving in tandem, not merely accepting the penetration but enjoying it.

“Damn,” she breathed. “Love…love this.”

Ryder stretched her for a couple minutes more before withdrawing and picking up the butt plug. “This is a little bit thicker but not by much. You okay to try it?” he asked, shocking himself with the question. With past lovers, he simply took charge, did what he wanted, and trusted the women in his bed would use their safe words.

Darcy was too young, too new to this. Safe word be damned. They were going to talk this out together.

“So okay,” she said with a soft laugh.

He squeezed lube onto the toy, then pressed the tip against her ass. “Don’t forget to breathe,” he murmured as he slowly pushed it in.

Darcy sighed and groaned, telling him without words how much she loved what they were doing. Once it was fully lodged, he lowered his head and bit her cute little ass.

Darcy jerked and laughed but never loosened her grip on the headboard.

“Roll over.” Ryder wanted to see her face. While she was a big fan of doggy style, he preferred to watch her face when she came.

Darcy flipped over, but damn if she didn’t keep her hands above her head, resuming her hold on the bars.

Ryder lowered himself until his chest was pressed to hers. They kissed as he rubbed her clit, bringing her to the brink of a climax, again and again, backing away at the last second each time.

Darcy was breathing heavily, flushed, and cursing a blue streak.

“Oh my God. Don’t stop!” she yelled at him. “I swear to fucking God, if you—”

He kissed her roughly, nipping her lower lip. “Who’s in charge here, Darcy?”

She narrowed her eyes, her need for release too strong. “Dammit! Ryder—”

“Who?” he repeated, his gaze locked on hers. “Tell me who.”

She hesitated just a moment before whispering, “You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

Ryder didn’t have a clue where that question had come from, but he wasn’t leaving this bed without the right answer.

“You. Always.”

Her response was instant—and it sent a piercing pain through his chest even as he savored every damn syllable.

“That’s right. You do. Don’t forget it.”

He gripped his cock, lined it up, and thrust to the hilt, her pussy even tighter with the plug in her ass.

Her back arched as she came instantly.

Ryder didn’t