Chapter 26 Ryker #2
She shifts and I feel the heat from her pussy as she grinds into my hardening cock.
The waning moonlight spills through the condensation on the window, landing on her soft, golden skin.
I’m fucking mesmerised as she rolls her body into me.
Her fingernails bite into the back of my neck.
I groan in protest when she pries our lips apart.
She arches back, bumping the horn and it blares through the still night.
Her laughter fills the car, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
‘I love you, Ryker Edwards. You have me. All of me. And I’ll let you take me into the darkness, because I’ll always show you the light.’
That does it. I lose my rage, my turmoil, all my pain and my mind. I give myself to her and succumb to the moment.
Peeling her shirt collar down, I expose her nipples then lift her up so her breasts are level with my mouth. She gasps as I scrape the tight bud of her left nipple between my teeth before I suck the whole damn thing. My cock swells painfully against my jeans and I grip her ass, pulling her closer.
I nibble and tease, kissing every inch of her before landing on her neck, taking time to taste the sunshine on her skin. She presses further into me, letting her head fall back. I’m rock fucking hard, and I want more.
‘Ryker …’ she gasps as I lift her skirt, gathering it around her waist.
The scent of her arousal mixes with the ever-lingering lemon on her skin. I’m nearly mad with the need to sink inside her.
I run my hands up her body, tracing her curves, my fingers running over a peaked nipple. I give it a gentle tug that elicits a shudder. Her responsiveness makes me smile. It’s time I show her how I’d truly touch her.
Reaching down, I move her underwear to the side and swirl her wetness over her clit.
‘Ryker … wait … I—’ Her words shatter as I slide a finger into her tight pussy then bring it back out to run over her clit. Her blown pupils fix on my face and I smile.
‘Got something you want to say, Little Suspect?’
I rub circles. Another moan. Then I pause. ‘Tell me.’
‘I … I haven’t done this before.’
‘This?’
I know what she means, but I need to hear her say it.
Her cheeks flush as she gives me a knowing look. ‘I’m a virgin, Ryker.’
The words are a tectonic shift that cracks me apart. All I hear is: she’s mine.
I thrust a finger in deep, my palm rubbing against her clit and her pussy cinches around my fingers.
‘Fuck!’ she cries.
‘Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up, baby,’ I soothe.
Adding a second digit, I pump my fingers and curl them as a strained whimper wrestles free from Gianna’s chest. She bucks and moans and whimpers.
I wrap my arm around her waist because she’s not going anywhere except for the edge I warned her about.
The rain is pelting down outside now, drowning out her cries and that’s a problem, because I want to hear her—
‘Scream,’ I demand. ‘Let’s hear that beautiful voice.’
She’s a writhing mess in my arms, her arousal smeared across her inner thighs and coating my lap. Her cunt pulses around my fingers and she comes apart, her back arched as she rides out her orgasm, and I keep the pressure on until she’s drained.
I slip my hand out from beneath her and bring my glistening fingers up to trace over her mouth, pushing them past her lips. Her eyes stay fused to me as her tongue swirls over my skin, a subtle smile filling her cheeks.
‘Such a good girl,’ I say as I hook my fingers behind her bottom teeth.
I reel her in closer, bringing her lips to mine. Slipping my fingers free, I kiss her, the taste of her pussy mixed with her mouth. I’m intoxicated. Fucking drunk from everything that is Gianna Brooks.
The scent of her, of us, drives me wild. I need her. Now.
Unbuttoning my jeans, I pull the fabric down enough for my erection to spring free. Her eyes drop to my cock as I wrap my palm around it, running down the length in a slow stroke.
‘You can take it,’ I coax.
The column of her throat shifts as she swallows. ‘Ryker I don’t think—’
I guide her hips close. ‘You can.’
She glosses up my cock with her juices, the tip of my dick against her clit as she slides her perfect pussy along the length of me.
Fuck. Me.
I crown her entrance, but her fingers shoot out to grip the hem of my shirt.
‘Wait, take this off,’ she says, biting her lip. ‘I want to feel all of you.’
I throw my shirt on the back seat. Gianna’s eyes roam across my body, taking me in. And I let her, because the way she’s looking at me now is a reflection of how I see her. Like I’m everything.
Her delicate hands roam across my body. Soft fingertips wander over every inch of me, moving with the grooves of my muscles. I don’t take my eyes off her and it’s like time pauses.
Just for us.
I slowly thrust up into her, a growl leaving my lips as I break into her tight, wet heat.
‘Oh my god,’ she keens.
Gripping her hips, I guide her down. Her arousal drips down the length of my cock as her nails bite into my skin. Her hand suddenly shoots down, resisting against me.
‘You’re too … I don’t think … Fuck,’ she cries. ‘I can’t.’
‘You can,’ I praise. ‘You can handle it.’
I continue lowering her. A small cry leaves her plump lips as she sinks to the hilt. I bury myself in her, moving my hips and controlling hers at a slow pace.
Gianna’s scream gets lost as she chokes on a moan. As her tight cunt squeezes my cock, I’m reminded why Gianna Brooks is impossible to forget.
I reach up to cup the base of her head, and she leans forward, her hair covering her flushed skin. I use my free hand to brush the hair from her face. ‘Let me see you, baby.’
I lift her all the way out, and slide my cock back inside, delirious with the need to get as deep as I can.
I can feel her pussy contracting, wanting more.
I drive into her deep. Slow. Letting her feel every inch.
Every twitch. Every stroke. But I’m not gentle.
No. I drive so deep that tears roll from her eyes.
I skate my fingers across her body, watching the goosebumps rise to the surface of her skin as her head lolls back.
Goddamn, my girl’s beautiful.
‘Tell me again,’ I say.
‘What?’
‘That you love me.’
‘I do. I love you, Ryker.’ Her eyes lock with mine and she holds us there. Connected. Like one.
‘Gianna, I’ve always loved you.’ I kiss her, swallowing her throaty moans, inhaling all her whimpers as I hold her waist so she falls into a rhythm that matches mine.
‘Look down. Look how well you take me.’
Her neck reddens as she gazes at our connection.
‘You’re doing so well, baby.’
The light sheen of fog on the windows is now so thick, condensation trickles down the glass in rivulets.
I increase my rhythm, slamming into her with long, powerful strokes.
Her raspy moans flood me with desire for more of her scent, for the feel of her cunt gripped tight around my cock.
And I want to ruin her, to split her open like she’s done to me.
Because this woman brings me to my fucking knees.
Curls stick to her face as she moans and meets my movements. She wants it all. I press my fingers to her clit in circles, over and over until my name becomes a hypnotic chant on her lips.
Her pussy spasms, clenching around my erection as she orgasms, and I’m right behind her. My balls tighten and I spill inside her, my heart a percussion of deafening drums in my ears. I get as deep as I can, relishing the way her pussy milks every drop of cum.
Aftershocks tremble in our connected bodies. Her scent and softness wash over me in waves of pleasure. Our breaths settle and she dips her face down to nibble on my lips.
‘A long time ago,’ she says, catching her breath, ‘you told me that time will go on regardless. You should take your own advice, because holding onto all this hate, all this anger … you’re only punishing yourself.
We have to choose each other. It doesn’t matter how much we love each other, we need to choose each other.
The past won’t change, but we can decide where to go from here. ’
I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her close, not letting her go. Because she’s mine. She’s safe. And just as I promised, she’s got that fire in her eyes.