Holy. Shit.
I spun around so fast the rush of air against my face caused my breath to catch.
“Hmmm,” Ryder hummed. “Are you sure you don’t remember the feel of me inside your sweet pussy?”
“I’m sure,” I breathed.
My clit pulsed so hard it caused me pain.
I felt his hand grab hold of the hem of my pyjamas shorts and knickers. He slowly pulled them down and I hissed when his nails scraped against my skin only to be replaced by his warm, wet tongue, soothing the sting away with tender flicks.
I opened my eyes when I felt a tug on my hair. I reached forward and rubbed away the steam from the bathroom mirror and stared at Ryder who was positioned behind me, his eyes trained on mine. My hair fell down around my shoulders a second later, and I realised the tug on my hair was Ryder removing my hair tie.
“You have no idea what I would do to you if you had no work today.” He murmured, his eyes burning with heat. “You wouldn’t be able to sit down.”
I couldn’t help it when my eyes widened and it caused Ryder to grin.
“Branna. Branna. Branna.” He mused. “What will I do to you?”
I swallowed. “Make me scream.”
“That,” he smirked, “I can do.”
I jumped when he pressed against me and carefully kicked my legs apart as far as they would go with my knickers and shorts acting as binds around my ankles. When he was happy when how far apart I was spread, with his eyes locked on mine, Ryder reached around with his hand, and slipped it between my thighs.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his pupils dilating as he coated his fingers with my essence.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes shut as I relished in his touch. I gripped onto the counter when Ryder brought his fingers to my throbbing clit and I cried out when they made contact.
He chuckled in my ear. “One touch and you scream.”
I didn’t care about his teasing; I just cared about his fingers and what they would do to me.
“Do you rub this pretty clit at night and think of me, Branna?”
What the hell?
“Ryder—”
“Answer or I stop,” he said and picked up his speed, causing me to cry out again.
“Yes!” I shouted. “I pretend it’s you touchin’ me.”
“Good,” he growled.
I felt my jaw drop open when his rubbing on my clit caused my breath to hitch, my back to arch and my heart to briefly stop as I tumbled into bliss.
“Your face when you come is my favourite thing,” Ryder gruff voice cut through my dream like haze, “but feeling you come when you’re wrapped around me is even better.”
He bent me forward then and without warning, he entered me in one fluid motion. He moaned as I cried out, the feeling of fullness and delight consuming me.
This, I thought, this is everything.
Ryder withdrew from me slowly, hissing as he did so, before driving straight back in to the hilt.
“Omigod,” I screamed and arched my back.
Ryder’s hands dug into the flesh on my hips as he began a steady rhythm of fucking me. That’s what he was doing—he was fucking me, not making love.
He growled, “Fuck! I’ve missed pounding this pussy.” I moaned when he pumped harder. “So”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“much.”
I couldn’t think, let alone form a reply to that crude remark.
I gripped onto the bathroom counter and tried to form a coherent thought, but it was impossible to do with the mind-blowing sensations that my body was experiencing. If possible, this was definitely the best sex we had ever had, and it gutted me a little because it was just a primal frenzy between our bodies, there were no loving or comforting touches.
I accepted it for what it was though. It was sex, and toe curling sex at that.
“Branna,” Ryder groaned. “You feel fucking incredible.”
“Ditto,” I moaned as I bucked my hips back only for Ryder’s pelvis to slam into my behind causing vibrations to race up and down my spine.
Yes.
I yelped when a sting spread out over my behind. I heard the sound of the smack, I felt the bite of pain, but it took me a few seconds to release Ryder actually spanked me.
“Are you serious?” I rasped, pushing my behind back against him.
He laughed, and slapped my behind again.
“Ryder!” I shouted.
I wanted my voice to be firm, but it fell apart into a moan when he rotated his hips and hit a spot deep inside me that caused me to see stars.
“Right there,” I moaned.
Once I spoke the words of encouragement, Ryder became as still as a statue.
“No,” I cried out and tried to buck back to chase down my own release, but Ryder’s powerful hold on my hips prevented that from happening.
“Who is fucking you?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“What are you—”
“Who is fucking you?” he cut me off, his voice raised.
“You are,” I answered, shocked that his pissed off tone was making me hotter.
He rewarded me with a deep thrust.
I groaned.
“Whose pussy is this?” Ryder then asked, his tone stern.
“Please, just—”
He cut me off with a stinging slap to my behind that caused me to cry out with surprise.
“If you don’t answer me, I’ll hurt you so good.”
Part of me wanted to know what that entailed, but the sting I felt on my behind as Ryder’s hand caressed the sore flesh kept me from asking.