Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ryker
Sasha tastes like fucking dessert. She’s sweet and salty with a freshness that makes me dive in for more.
I lick all down her pussy, shoving my tongue deep inside her.
I keep reminding myself to go slow. There are moments where I can feel her inexperience, but then there are others where she overrides my good intentions. Her inhibitions are falling away just like her clothes did, and her responses are…
Stunning.
She bucks against my face, her nails scraping down my neck. She’s going to leave scratches, but I don’t care.
I lick back up her pussy, tonguing her little clit. Her heels thump against my back, one of them getting me right in the kidney. I grunt into her slick flesh, pausing to clear out the pain.
I don’t mind a bit of pain with my pleasure, and she’s right about how much stronger I am than her…. I’m big enough to take whatever she dishes out.
Her body is already drawing taut as she grinds against my face, her nails clawing at my skin.
A flood of her juices is running down my chin, and I lap her up, loving the mess, knowing that this is special and I am going to enjoy every fucking second.
She lets out a string of panting little cries and I know she’s getting close.
Earlier, in the closet, I finished her off quickly. But now, I want to enjoy. This is a moment I want to remember.
So, I ease back.
I’m rewarded with another heel to the kidneys. My girl doesn’t play.
She lifts her head, her eyes unfocused, her pupils blown wide. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s panting. And I think this might be the best fucking moment of my entire life until she huffs a single word that wrecks me. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” I say, swiping my thumb over her clit. Fuck, she’s got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, dripping wet and begging me for more.
“Please don’t stop. Please finish me,” she gasps, pulling my hair hard. I love it.
“Good girl,” I rumble before I dive back in, flicking my tongue just where she needs it.
Her scream fills the room a second before she breaks apart, her whole body racks with a violent shudder. “Holy shit,” I growl out even as I lift up and rip at the zipper on my jeans.
I know I should have let her ride the pleasure longer.
But my cock is leaking like a bitch, it’s so ready to be buried deep inside her. I yank my pants down, only getting them to my knees before I’m leaning back over her, settling between her thighs again.
I know it hasn’t been that long, but it feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment, forever.
But her hand at my chest brings me to a stop.
“What is it, baby?”
She points down my body. “You’re…um…big…everywhere.”
I look down too, a shit grin tugging at my lips. Yeah. I’ve got a monster cock. “Scared?”
Her hand doesn’t let up its pressure on my chest. “Maybe. A little.”
I lean down and kiss her mouth, a long, slow kiss that’s meant to slow the whole thing down even with her pussy all over my face.
I feel her relax, her arm softening right along with the rest of her. I settle between her legs again, the head of my cock sliding into her wet folds and just pushing at her entrance.
She tenses, even as I register just how tight she is, how much I’m stretching her. “Sasha?” I sound like I’m begging. I think I am. I’ve barely got the head of my cock in, and she feels so good I think I might lose my shit.
I knew the first moment I saw Sasha that I was drawn to her. That I wanted her.
But this…
I push into her a bit deeper, trying to go slow. “You all right, baby?” I ask between deep draws of air.
“I’m all right,” she answers, looking tense but not too pained. I can feel her stretching around me.
“I’m trying so hard not to hurt you,” I tell her as I slowly slide in just a little more. “You tell me if it’s too much.”
“You’re not too much,” she shakes her head.
For a brief second, I wonder if I’d be able to stop if she said I was too much, but the moment I have the thought, I dismiss it.
Because I would never hurt her for my pleasure. It’s this deep feeling that hits me in the chest. “That’s good, baby. You tell me, okay? Tell me if you need me to stop.”
She nips at her lip. “I can take it, Ryker. Finish it.”
My eyes widen, and I hesitate for a second, because I was wrong to call her Princess. She might be soft and small, but she’s got the strength of a queen. It’s my final thought before I thrust inside her, breaking her open.
I feel her stiffen in pain and I stop again.
But this time, I’m completely wrapped in the silky tight folds of her pussy, and I think I might be in heaven. “Baby,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “Still good?”
“Good.” But I can hear the strain in her voice. “I’ll be good.”
I don’t move even though it’s half killing me to hold. I like being inside her like this. Much as I’d like to pull out and push back in, this is one of the sweetest tortures I’ve ever known. “We’ll wait until you are.”
She looks up at me then, her eyes welling with tears.
“Sweetheart,” I croon, bending down to kiss her again. “Don’t cry.” But she’s turning me into a man I never thought I’d become. Sentimental. Christ.
“It’s just…” Her arms are back around my neck, her nose brushing against mine. “I really appreciate you taking some care. I was worried—”
Fuck. Is she thanking me for basic decency? I cradle her head in my palms, kissing her mouth again. “You deserve care and tenderness, and a whole lot more, do you hear me, Sasha?”
“Thank you.” She nods, her cute little nose brushing mine again. “And I’m ready for whatever comes next.”
I have to be hurting her. If my cock is as big as me, her pussy is as small as her petite little frame would suggest.
But her eyes look clear, her features relaxing as she looks in my eyes.
“You sure, baby?” I kiss her again, watching for signs of pain or indecision.
“I’m sure.” Her features are resolute.
I slowly withdraw and push back in, my eyes closing as I do. She feels so good. So good.
Like nothing I’ve ever known, her body silk and lace as it wraps tightly around my cock.
A day spent dying to be inside her has made me so fucking ready to explode, I know I won’t last long.
She shifts her hips, inviting me deeper as she tilts her chin to kiss me again.
It’s sweet and so fucking generous that it makes me choke with some feeling that I can’t think about it, as I push back inside her, my balls tingling.
But I still keep it light, not punching into her with the force that I’m desperate to unleash.
Because we are doing this again. And again. I can’t scare her off now.
Though the desire I feel to protect her feelings, her body, is starting to scare the shit out of me.
Settling on a name for it helps. This is lust. And if I proceed with caution, I’ll get to exercise a lot of it.
I ignore this small voice, as her nose brushes mine again, that lust is not the only reason that I’m cradling her head in my hand, that I brush her nose back even as I push inside her.
That there is something deeper that I’ve never allowed myself to feel. Not even for my family.
But I shut the thoughts down, her hips lift to mine, an indication that she might actually be enjoying this.
It’s all the invitation I need to pick up the pace the slightest bit, my body drawing so tight, I think I might fucking break.
“Ryker,” she cries, her lips against mine. I can’t answer as I push into her one more time and then explode, the orgasm ripping through me with such force, that my entire body shudders.
Over and over, I push inside her, riding out every drop of pleasure.
I squeeze my eyes open and shut, trying to shake away the sudden haze. Most of the time, cumming is like taking out the trash. Once done, every thought is cleaner and sharper.
But not tonight.
I can’t think a single thought, all I can do is feel.
Sasha’s hands slide down my back, her nails lightly scratching over my skin. “That was…”
And then she pauses. My eyes pop open and I stare down at her. Because it feels like my whole world hangs on her next words.