Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 96586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Undo the button to his jeans.
Lower his zipper and graze his cock for the first time in over ten years.
The initial stroke steals gasps from us both.
Briefly freezes our frames.
Us in the monumental moment it feels like its taken lifetimes to reach.
His Adam’s apple bobs the length of his throat buying him a few seconds to collect his composure and me the chance to flee or back out or insist we slow down.
Having such an open opportunity is one that I should be thankful for; however, it irrationally irks me that it’s even a possibility to not indulge in this.
In us.
The illogical vexation leads to me roughly yanking him by the edge of his jeans so that there can be no denying what it is I want next. “I belong to you?”
There’s not an ounce of reluctance for him to nod.
“Then act like it.”
Possession I had almost forgotten could exist overwhelms my other half.
Untamable heat flares in his crystal stare that the evening sun is bursting through the clouds just so I can see. His callous hands claw at my dress, carelessly ripping at the zipper that’s standing between him and where he needs to be. Gone is any possibility of second guessing his touch being too rough or too savage. My body is repeatedly captured and freed, straightened and contorted, jerked and cradled as he sheds the material preventing his cock from having the most coveted treasure, I have no doubt that I am by the look in his eyes.
I’m pushed onto my gray sheets with enough force to bruise, causing the wetness my pussy weeps in hopes that I am.
I wanna feel Ry in me.
On me.
I wanna see him on me.
In me.
And having his toned, naked figure hover above me I know I’m simply breaths away from every desire, every fantasy, every body trembling dream I’ve ever had coming true.
Ry's knees harshly nudge my legs open wider and wider and wider until I’m completely open for him.
He gives his lips a long, wolfish lick while letting his eyes fuck me like foreplay.
I struggle to steady my breath – hell, to even have a breath – and watch him, watch my body prepare for the ultimate submission. Wetness coats the bare area below, soaking every inch of space from my clit down the crack of my ass, wordlessly begging to be touched.
Tasted.
Taken.
Ry merely watches like a predator amused and engrossed by his prey.
Groans in approval while his long, hard cock twitches in anticipation.
I prepare to voice my demand my wants, my needs, to do that thing my best friend made very apparent I don’t do enough, when both of my arms are unexpectedly pinned above my head.
His face leans closer to mine as though he’s going to begin another round of kisses yet he barbarically commands on a brutal thrust of his cock inside, “Scream.”
And I helplessly do.
I airily scream in ecstasy from being torn in two.
I breathlessly holler over the muscles that are being savagely stretched to new limits and strained to swallow every single inch of his shaft.
Panting like an animal running for her life occurs each time he ruthlessly pumps deeper.
Hits my clit harder.
Hisses air out of his mouth into mine.
Tightness at my wrists matches the tightness between my hips. His fingers flexing is mimicked by the sopping wet muscles swelling and the slippery muscles incessant swelling is mirrored by his lower half hammering.
Ry rocks his entire body into every action, ceaselessly carving us a course down a previously unpaved path. Back bowing sensations from steadily being stroked inside are attached to gritted teeth grunts. An unpredicted obsession with watching him, watching what I do to him, begins to not just develop but to guide my movements.
It pushes me to lift my hips to meet his thrusts.
Brush my harden nipples against his damp chest.
“Be louder, baby,” Ry gluttonously encourages. “Fucking scream for me.” He inches his mouth over to latch onto my neck. “Let everyone know I’m home.”
Home.
That’s exactly how it feels having him between my legs.
Filling me.
Claiming me.
Erasing every touch, every kiss, every placeholder that wanted to be him yet never could.
I give in to his salacious request and moan louder and louder and louder unafraid for my neighbors to hear me
What I’m doing.
Fuck, what we’re doing.
Moaning – something I’ve always done meekly – is instantly praised for the new volume. “I fucking love that sound, Pres.”
The vibrations of his words amplify the trembles already shooting through my body. His tongue languorously travels the length of my neck marking the territory with bites while his hands brand the flesh on my arms. It’s devilish devotion that has my pussy clamping down in desperation to cover him.
To reclaim all that once was and all that will ever be.
“Ryder!” I cry out in a voice I barely recognize as my body surrenders itself completely, offering a bed-shaking orgasm of penance for the lost but not forgotten years.