Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Ryder

I growled low against her ear, “Come for me,” the words scorching her skin, but I didn’t let her break yet. I held her right on the edge, savoring every desperate clench of her pussy around my cock. Her inner walls gripped me like a fist, hot, slick, pulsing wildly, trying to pull me over with her. &pulled back slowly, torturousty, letting her feel every thick inch drag out of her, then slammed back in with brutal force, bottoming out so hard her whole body jolted. I set a punishing rhythm deep, controlled, relentless each thrust angled to hit that swollen spot inside her shat made her eyes roll back and her mouth fall open in broken cries.

Her moans turned into frantic, pleading whimpers. Her hips bucked up desperately to meet ine, chasing the friction, but I pinned her down with one hand splayed across her stomach, fingers digging in just enough to keep her exactly where I wanted her. “Not yet, Lila,” I rasped, voice thick with restraint. “I’m not fucking done with you.”

Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her chest. I thrust deeper, grinding my hips at the end of each stroke to crush her clit against my pelvis. The room echoed with the wet, filthy slap of skin on skin, which was loud, obscene, and unmistakable. Her breasts bounced with every impact, nipples dark and hard, begging for my mouth. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, my teeth grazing the peak, tongue flicking fast and rough, then bit gently before soothing with slow licks. She gasped sharply, the sound shooting straight to my balls.

I slid my hand between us. My thumb found her clit and rubbed tight, fast circles, matching the brutal pace of my hips. She trembled violently beneath me. Her nails raked down my back, carving deep, burning lines that only raade me fuck her harder. “Feel that?” I growled against her throat. “Every fucking inch of me inside you, stretching you, owning you. This pussy was made for my cock.”

She sobbed. Her legs locked tighter around my waist. Her heels dug into my ass, forcing me deeper. The pleasure coiled like a live wire in my gut. It was hot and tight, almost painful. Her juices soaked us both, dripping down my balls, slicking my thighs, and pooling on the sheets. The scent of her, which was sweet, musky, and sex-drenched, filled my lungs with every breath.