Chapter 19 Ryker
RYKER
“Wait, what?”
Her shocked question sounded so cute in that gravelly voice of hers.
I plucked the water bottle from her still-trembling hand and tossed it back, chugging the rest of the water.
I fisted her hair in my hand and drew her head back.
She looked up at me with hazy, sex-crazed eyes.
I chuckled as my lips dropped, claiming hers in our first-ever kiss.
And the way it seized my heart gave me pause.
I’d never reacted this way to a woman before.
I hadn’t been with many since my daughter literally got dropped off on my doorstep, but I’d been with a few.
To relieve stress. To lessen the loneliness.
And during my boy-whoring days back during my teenage years, I’d experienced my fair share of kinks.
Wants. Desires. Shit no sixteen-year-old should’ve indulged in.
None of those girls—or those women—made me feel the way Kaylynn did.
They didn’t make my heart race the way Kaylynn did.
They didn’t make me second-guess myself the way Kaylynn did.
They didn’t pucker my skin the way she did or make my cock ache the way she did.
My gut tightened whenever I looked into the forest of her soul.
My heart stopped every time her sultry voice hit my ears.
And I didn’t want it to stop.
Her hand slid into my hair, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened.
I wrapped my arms around her, gripping every part of her excess I could.
Just to feel her warmth. Just to feel her softness.
Just to feel closer to something more beautiful than the life I’d lived.
My head fell off to the side. My tongue slid over the roof of her mouth.
She moaned down my throat, pressing her tits against me as my hands moved down her thighs.
Down the soft skin of her legs that made my cock weep with want to be within her.
Then, her hands traveled down my back.
The second her fingertips touched the tops of my scars, I pulled away. I gripped her arms and went to move them, but she bucked against me. I stopped, holding my breath as her eyes found mine. She challenged me. Dared me to move her.
So, I did.
Well, I tried, at least. But the more I tried pushing her away, the harder she fought to stay near me.
To stay close to me. I swallowed my growl, feeling it bubble up and find its death behind my teeth.
And when she pulled away from my grasp, I figured I’d ruined it.
The moment. The passion. The desire we both wanted to fulfill with one another.
Until she slipped her shirt over her head.
“You aren’t the only one with scars,” Kaylynn murmured.
Then, she wrapped her hands around my wrists.
She forced my arms around her back, and the second my palms touched down against them, my eyes widened.
I couldn't even hide it, the shock rushing through my system.
I stepped between her legs. I felt the warmth of her clothed pussy as her bare tits pressed against my chest. Her nipples, sliding against my skin.
Her breasts, molding to my divots as I sank further against her.
My fingertips explored the scars. Raised.
Rough. Ragged. Spanning small strokes down her back and along her sides.
Like someone had whipped her with something.
“Who the fuck did this to you?” I asked.
“If I answer, you answer,” she said softly.
Her eyes danced between mine as I nodded.
“My father was very persuasive with a belt at times,” she whispered.
My heart broke for her. “Got the one on my face from a crowbar. C-minuses weren’t enough for my father in school.”
“And the ones I just felt?”
I blinked. “Self-inflicted.”
There it was. My deepest, darkest secret.
The biggest weakness I possessed as a person.
As a man. As a human. Sometimes, the pain became too great.
Got to where I couldn't breathe. So, I turned to many different things before I found the guys.
Before I found other outlets for my pain. For my anger. For my memories.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Me, too.”
Her hands cupped my cheeks and she brought me back in for a kiss.
But it wasn’t any kiss. It wasn’t the kiss of a horny woman or a desperate, lonely girl.
It was a soft kiss. Romantic. The kind of kiss I’d seen in movies while mindlessly flipping through a television.
It was a kiss that stopped my heart. That prickled the hairs along the nape of my neck.
Our tongues danced a familiar waltz, around and around as her arms locked around my neck.
And before I knew it, I had her in my arms.
I carried her out of the kitchen, making my way down the hallway.
I came to my open bedroom door and walked in, kicking the door closed behind me.
I pinned her against it. Her wrists above her head as my body pinned her there.
With one hand, I held her open to me. And with the other, I locked my bedroom door.
Because I wanted total privacy with her.
I crashed our lips back together and she sighed against my lips.
I whipped her around, tossing her to the bed before I shed the rest of my clothes.
They came off in a flurry as she worked her curves out of the last of her own layers.
Then, I threw myself against her. I fell against her as our bodies bounced, with the mattress cradling my fall.
“Mine,” I growled.
I spread her legs and eased my cock into her tight hole.
Dripping with want, and lined with a white, glistening arousal that made my toes curl.
Her back arched. Her tits jumped. I licked my lips as I watched my rippled cock sink into her.
Oh, how warm she felt. How the excess of her body cradled me as I held myself just above her body.
I lost myself in her. In the thrusting and the rolling and the swiveling.
In the rapture of her moans and the way her eyes rolled back.
“Fucking hell, Ryker. Don't stop.”
I picked up the pace, pounding into her as my cock stroked her walls.
Her juices dripped down my balls. Coating me.
Marking me. Claiming its territory. My face fell to her neck.
I sucked at patches of skin as her pulse beat against my nose.
She raked her hands through my hair as her pussy pulsed around me.
Her body, quivering against me as her orgasm rocked her.
Then, I quickly pulled up and turned her over.
“Oh, shit,” she moaned.
I fisted her hair and pressed her cheek into the pillow.
I pounded into her from behind, filling her with my cock.
Stroke after stroke. Pulse after pulse. Her pussy clung to me as the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room around us.
The pillows muffled her cries. And still, I heard my name falling from her lips.
The sensuous sound sent me skyrocketing for the heavens.
My body gave way to her much sooner than I wanted.
“Yes, Ryker! Shit!”
She sprayed me with her juices, drenching my thighs and soaking the comforter beneath us.
I smiled as I pulled out, watching her arousal drip from my tip.
I bent down and kissed her ass cheeks. I bit into them softly before she fell against the bed.
I rolled her back over, ready to toss her legs over my shoulders and take what I truly wanted.
Until she moved.
She didn’t just move, though. She flashed.
Like lightning. In one moment, she was beneath me.
Panting, heaving, and begging for more. And the next second, I was on my back.
She straddled me with her flushed body, her creamy skin putting on a show.
Her pussy slicked my cock as her hands fell against my chest. And her eyes did so much talking.
So much cheeky talking.
“Well,” I said gruffly.
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. Curious about them?” she asked.
“I’m shocked you can still move, to be honest.”
“Oh, you haven’t fucked me that hard yet.”
As she rose up, her hand gripping my cock, she let out the most innocent little giggle I’d ever heard.
It hit me straight in the gut as she slipped me back inside her body.
Our hips connected, and her thick thighs clung to me while she rocked.
While she bucked. While she placed her hands against my chest and rode my fucking dick to kingdom come.
I reached around, fisting handfuls of her ass and pulling her closer to me.
The whole of me slipped in. Every fucking inch, as her hair curtained us off from the world.
And I couldn't take my eyes away from hers.
“Kaylynn,” I growled.
“That’s it,” she whispered.
“Holy sh—what the fuck?”
She grinned. “Wait for it…”
And when her lips fell to mine, her pussy clamped down around me.
She ground against me, rutting and raking her clit along my tightly wound curls.
She sucked on my lower lip, swirling my head and causing me to growl out in pleasure.
My toes curled. My legs locked. Every muscle of my back trembled as my balls pulled into my body.
I held her to me, swirling my cock along her walls.
Wanting to pull her over the edge one last time.
“Oh, Ryker. Yes. Ryker. Oh, shit. Come with me. Come with me. P-p-p-please.”
My jaw unhinged as my cock unloaded within her body. She collapsed against me, shaking as sweat permeated my brow. I groaned into her shoulder. I laid my teeth into her skin, feeling her shake and sigh with content. Her pussy milked me, thread for thread. Until my balls hung low with emptiness.
For once in my life, I felt at peace.
Something I wasn’t sure I’d ever experience.
“Kaylynn,” I whispered.
I sank into the bed as my hardened cock stayed sheathed within her warmth.
I didn’t want to move. And the more she nestled against me, the more I figured she didn’t want to move, either.
I stroked my fingertips up and down her spine.
She shivered as the fan above us cooled off our bodies.
Her face fell into the crook of my neck as I wiggled us around, finally getting some semblance of a blanket over our nakedness.
I didn’t hear a peep from her for a few minutes.
That was, until her soft snores filled my ear.
Still laid within her—and her body still against mine—our mess dripped against my skin.
And I didn’t give a shit about it. I’d never experienced a force like Kaylynn before.
And I sure as hell wasn’t about to mess it up now.
I waited until her snores grew. Until the last of her weight fell against me in her dead-like sleep.
Then, I slowly pulled out from between her legs and let her slip off to the side.
She laid beside me, her head against my arm.
I curled up behind her, slipping my free arm around her waist. I didn’t give a shit about the blankets.
Or the mess. Or the smell in the air. The only thing I cared about was Kaylynn and the peace I knew she needed tonight.
I watched her sleep as my own eyes grew heavy.
I listened out for my daughter one last time before allowing the darkness to sweep over me.
And as sleep pulled me under, a thought crossed my mind.
A thought that stayed with me throughout my own dreams.
I wouldn't mind falling asleep to this sight again.