Chapter 28 Gianna #3
He groans, running the tips of his fingers at my dripping-wet slit. The scent of sex mingles with the aroma of paint and clay, creating an all-consuming fragrance that fills the air. He’s barely touched me and I feel like I could shatter. It’s torture. I roll my hips into him, needing more.
‘Goddamn, Gianna. Your pussy …’ Ryker’s voice is thick with approval. ‘I need to taste you.’
He kneels down behind me, biting my skin along my waist and ass. His strong hands support my hips and I’m overwhelmed by warmth when his tongue slips between my folds.
He groans, the sound maddening. ‘So fucking beautiful.’
He’s ravenous as his tongue works me. I cry out, my insides liquefying with pleasure until the sensation spreads through all my limbs.
I offer him more, shamelessly pressing my pussy into his face.
Ragged, heavy breaths are ripped from my chest as he works me with the kind of skill that can’t be human.
‘Such a good girl,’ he breathes between licks. ‘This taste—’
He doesn’t finish his words. He’s wild as he sucks my clit, and I greedily open wider for him.
His fingers dig into my flesh, and I submit to being devoured by him.
When my eyes open, I catch my reflection in the window – a wanton mess of frizzy curls, bruised skin and swollen lips.
My mind floats away while heat races under my skin.
My legs threaten to give out on me and the more he buries his face into me, the wetter I get.
‘Fuck,’ I whimper. ‘Ryker.’
‘I love the way you say my name.’ His breath is hot against my pussy, then he swirls his tongue and … oh, god …
‘Ryker!’
‘That’s it,’ he praises. ‘Scream my name as you come on my face.’
I grind into his face as my muscles spasm and my breath catches in my lungs. When he thrusts two fingers inside, stuffing me full, the pleasure sends me over the edge. Every muscle tightens until my orgasm rips free, exploding inside me.
‘Oh fuck,’ I cry, riding it out.
My chest heaves, trying to catch a breath as the orgasm pulses and slowly dissipates. Ryker stands, wrapping an arm around my waist.
I hear a zip and his clothes falling to the floor before he strokes my bare pussy with the smooth head of his thick erection. Teasing my entrance, he drags his dick up and down my slit, soaking himself in my juices. I’m completely at my monster’s mercy and I’ve never felt more safe.
Warm.
In a lusty cloud that’s him.
‘You’re going to feel me for days,’ he threatens.
A shot of panic jolts my nervous system, though I know he’ll make it hurt so good.
My heart constricts, feeling so full I might burst. He thrusts his hips and I cry out as he slides inside me, inch by torturous inch.
I look over my shoulder and see a rakish grin cross his lips.
He reaches for the brush beside me and presses it into my hand, then moves the textured paper so it’s laid out in front of me.
‘Paint while I fuck you.’
‘Ryker?’ I plead.
‘Paint while I fuck you,’ he repeats.
The moonlight spills across his brutally beautiful face. He meets my gaze, holding it as he thrusts harshly, all the way to the hilt, making me whimper through the torment.
‘You want more?’ he teases.
‘Yes. Please, Ryker I—’
‘Then paint. If you stop, I stop.’
I wiggle my hips, calling his bluff, searching for more, but he keeps still. I focus on the artwork in front of me. The stroke I make comes out shaky.
‘I can’t focus when you’re doing that.’
‘You can,’ he challenges, pulling out to slowly slide back in. I mewl, struggling to see past the pleasure, but I don’t dare stop. I paint.
I match his rhythm, creating beautiful strokes matching and bringing life to the ones he makes inside me.
He doesn’t allow me time to adjust. My pussy is stretched to its limits as pleasure bites through the pain.
He thrusts hard, pounding into me, ruining me like he promised.
The sound of our slapping skin echoes in the air.
My fingernails scrape along the edge of the table as I hang on.
I’m sweating, shaking, lost to the sensation then overcome by a euphoric haze.
My body spasms with intense waves of satisfaction as my walls squeeze his thick cock.
‘Oh, god,’ I cry into the table that smells of paint and clay, but in the air there’s us. The scents mixing to create something entirely new and addictive.
‘That’s it, baby.’ Thrust. ‘We’re a fucking masterpiece.’ Thrust.
Fire blooms in my belly, tightening with my orgasm. My entire body trembles and I’m sure I’ll explode in a thousand pleasurable sparks. I push the paper away and press my face back into the rough table, closing my eyes.
‘Ryker,’ I moan, the sound muffled.
I meet him thrust for thrust, bouncing my ass and rolling my hips. Enjoying everything my monster wrenches out of me.
His fingers thread through my hair, gripping the roots before he pulls me upright. He bites into my neck and fucks me with everything he has, not holding back and neither of us being quiet.
Here, in my sanctuary. All night long.