Chapter 25
June
I’m dizzy with need and my heart is hammering against its cage so wildly that I can’t stop myself from panting. I close my eyes in shame as I follow his command and open my legs for him. My cheeks are burning, just like the rest of my body. Lust and embarrassment take a hold of me in a toxic blend.
The cool air against my bare skin does nothing to ease the heat coursing through me. My heart’s pounding so loudly now, I’m sure he must hear it.
He stands over me for a moment, studying me. His eyes are dark, filled with desire, and when he finally speaks, his voice is thick and low.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words only cause the flush on my cheeks to deepen. I feel raw and vulnerable, yet a welcome thrill rushes through me at the way he’s looking at me. It’s embarrassing, being laid out like this, but it’s also enticing.
He joins me on the sofa, his hands brushing against my thighs, parting them even wider. Then, without warning, he lowers his head between my legs. His tongue makes contact with my most sensitive spot, and my breath catches in my throat.
He’s so good. The way his tongue moves—deliberate, precise—is making my head spin. He circles my clit, again and again, the pressure just right, stroking my soft lips as if he knows exactly what I need. My head falls back, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me when he closes his teeth around my swollen nub, adding tender bites to his treatment.
Every stroke, every flick of his tongue pushes me closer to the edge. My eyes roll back, my body trembling beneath him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. I’m so close, so impossibly close, and all I can do is surrender to him and the way he’s making me feel.
As Ryker’s tongue continues its relentless work, my body arches off the couch, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. I grip the cushions beneath me, trying to steady myself, but it’s impossible. He’s so skilled, so focused, and I can feel myself slipping closer to the edge with every second.
Then I feel his fingers, gentle at first, probing at my entrance. My breath hitches as he slowly slides one finger inside me, the sensation making my whole body tense. He curls it just right, and a sharp jolt of pleasure shoots through me. I gasp, my legs instinctively spreading wider for him.
Without breaking the rhythm of his tongue on my clit, he adds a second finger, stretching me. The fullness combined with the delicious movements of his fingers drives me wild. My hips move on their own, rocking against him as he works me over, building the pressure inside me to a fever pitch.
I’m trembling now, my breath ragged, and I know I’m close—so close I can barely think straight. His fingers move faster, deeper, while his tongue keeps circling my clit, never letting up. My whole body is on fire, every nerve lit up, and I can feel the orgasm building, threatening to tear me apart.
And then he withdraws, leaving me in needy agony, as I watch him lick his wet lips with relish.
“You are such a good girl,” he praises, as he positions himself between my legs. “You deserve this. You truly do.”
I arch my back, moving my hips to invite him in. My breath hikes when I can feel the fat tip of his cock at my entrance, already parting my lips. He’s so big, bigger than anyone I have ever been with before. I need him so much, every fiber of my being is strained with anticipation and I can’t stop myself from licking my lips, shaken by a thrill of pleasure.
He moves forward and, with one forceful thrust, he spreads me apart, easily sliding inside my wetness as I moan beneath him.
He bends my legs and pushes them up to my chest to gain more leeway, no longer gentle and cautious, as he fucks me with voracious desire. His enormous size stretches me with every single one of his brute motions, reaching parts inside of me that no man has reached before. The pain causes me to wince and mewl, but my voice is spiced with pure ecstasy. Soon, those cries turn into outbursts of release and lust as I take him in, meeting him thrust for thrust.
I want to touch him, but hesitate before I reach up, holding on to his rock-hard abs, my fingers digging into his skin and he continues to fuck me wildly.
Our eyes meet when I look up to find his strained face, and at first I want to look away, want to shield myself from the truth of what is happening right now. I’m fucking my father’s murderer—and he doesn’t even know it. He has no idea who I am, and just a few days ago, he was nothing but a shadow of fear and grief for me. But now, things are different.
Now, he’s Ryker—the man who is tearing me apart with brute lust, the man who sunk his head between my legs to pleasure me in a way no one ever has before.
The man whose cock I’m going to come on every minute now. I can’t hold it in much longer. It just feels too good, too real and overwhelming.
His thrusts intensify, growing faster and deeper with every moment that passes. I feel my orgasm already approaching.
“You will not come until I tell you to,” he produces under his breath. “Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe, trying to adjust my position to keep myself from coming.
But he doesn’t let me. With a swift motion, he grabs both of my wrists and pins me down on the sofa, while he continues to drive into me with such violence that my entire body is rocking beneath him. It feels like he’s rearranging my insides, my entire being coming apart under his relentless shoves.
He’s smiling now, a sinister tug at the corner of his mouth, his buff chest glistening with a hint of sweat. I can’t move, forced to receive thrust after thrust, while I gather all of my strength to stop myself from coming. Every time he rams into me, I’m met with a wave of delight, a tingle that gets worse by the minute. I can feel my center clenching around him, edging him on.
“Please,” I hear myself beg.
He leans forward to kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth as he continues fucking me mercilessly, silencing my plea for a release. Our lips intertwine and I’m encircled by his alluring scent, so dazed and overcome with bliss.
“I’m gonna c–” I breathe into our kiss.
“Oh, yes you will,” he interrupts me, before he straightens up and brings his right hand to my center.
I let out a cry of desire when he rubs my clit, his rock-hard erection still pounding relentlessly in rhythm.
“Now,” he hisses. “Come on my cock, Grace.”
Even hearing him say this name, this lie that I’ve been serving him, doesn’t stop me from losing myself in a much anticipated release.
I cry out with relish and arch my back, throwing my head back as far as possible, as my orgasm claims control of me, washing over me like a violent torrent. I come hard, my muscles clenching around him as if my body is trying to trap him, to make him stay inside me forever.
And he feels it. Through half-closed eyes, I can see him losing control, as well, as he finds his release inside me. We are climaxing together, our moans and groans a symphony of insane pleasure, while the harsh reality of everything that lies between us evaporates for a few blissful moments.