Chapter 45

Ryder

I started thrusting up into her hard and steadily, each stroke driving deep enough beneath us. Wood groaned. The canopy lights swayed slightly overhead. Her pussy was so we: I could hear every slick slide loud, obscene, echoing in the quiet yard. Sherode me back, hips slamming down to meet every upward thrust, taking me

to rake her gap. The bench rocked deeper, grinding her clit against my pelvis at the end of each stroke.

“Feel that?” I growled against her neck. “My cock stretching you open. Filling you up. You’re so fucking tight, baby. So wet. Dripping down my balls.”

She moaned louder. Her hands clutched my hair. Pulled hard. “Yes… fuck, yes… harder…”

I obliged. Thrusts turned brutal, fast, deep, and relentless. Each slam forward made her breasts bounce under her top. I yanked the fabric down, freeing them. My mouth closed over one nipple, sufking hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking fast while my hips never slowed. She sobbed my name, her voice breaking on every thrust. Her heels dug into the bench slats behind me for leverage, pushing her down harder onto my cock.

The cold air made every sensation sharper: her heat wrapped around me, the slick glide, and the way her pussy clenched and fluttered every time I bottomed out. I slid a hand between us. Thumb found her clit and rubbed fast, tight circles. She jolted. Her moans turned into high, desperate cries.