Chapter Sixteen
Rygaard
Unbuttoning my shirt, I let it slide off my shoulders, taking a slow, measured step toward the bed. My eyes drift from her face to the tempting swell of her tits, barely contained by her bra.
It’s a hell of a bra, lifts them like a prayer to the sky, but it’s about to be a casualty of war.
“I apologize for what I’m about to do,” I mutter with a crooked grin, right before I grab the center of her bra and rip it clean down the middle.
“Hey!” Presley shrieks, slapping my arm, but I’m way too hungry for her to care.
Sliding into bed, I cover her body with mine, nudging her legs apart as my hands claim her bare breasts.
Perfect handfuls, soft, warm, made for me to motorboat whenever the opportunity strikes.
“I think I’m in love with your tits,” I murmur against her skin, dropping kisses between them, before pulling each nipple into my mouth to feast.
“Mmm, Ry... that feels so good,” she moans, threading her fingers into my hair, tugging hard enough to sting.
Her hands are feverish and insistent against my back.
Very eager.
Very needy.
Very hotter than hell.
While she’s busy with my hair, I line myself up at her entrance, needing her mind focused on the pleasure, not the pinch that’s about to come.
“Good,” I rasp, flicking my tongue over her nipple one last time. “Because what’s next? It’s gonna hurt… but only for a little while.”
Slipping a finger between her folds, I feel how wet and ready she is for me.
“Damn, Princess,” I growl low, “You’re more than ready.”
Still, I move slowly, advancing by mere inches, my whole body tuned to hers. Watching every twitch, every flicker of discomfort on her face.
Because I know Presley, she’s stubborn. She’ll endure pain without a word if it means proving something.
As I push farther in, her eyes squeeze shut, her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
“You’re doing so good, Presley,” I whisper, raining kisses across her flushed face, down to her chest. “My perfect, brave girl.”
She breathes hard through her nose, trying to relax.
“Ry... it hurts,” she gasps, voice small.
“It’ll pass,” I promise gently, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her eyes fly open, fierce and wild. “No!”
A grin tugs at my lips. “Didn’t think so. Relax for me, Princess. Take me in.”
I ease forward again, feeling her tight heat pull me deeper, making my body go taut with restraint.
But she clamps around me, panic fluttering in her muscles.
“Princess, if you keep squeezing like that, I’ll never get all the way in.”
She groans. “Mama didn’t raise no punk… but damn, Ry, it hurts.” She doesn’t tell me to stop though.Instead, she tilts her hips, opening her legs wider, inviting me in.
“That’s it, let me in,” I murmur, voice rough.
With a final, careful thrust, I push past her barrier.
She cries out, clutching my shoulders. “Ry!”
“I know, Princess,” I pant, kissing her through it. “I know. But now... now the real fun can start.”
I hold still, giving her a second to adjust. And then, God.
Once I feel how tight, how perfectly she fits me… I lose my damn mind.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” I groan, gripping the headboard for leverage.
This isn’t gentle.
It’s not slow.
It’s desperate, messy, raw.
Each sharp, burning thrust is followed by a flood of pleasure that has her gasping and moaning beneath me.
This is our first time, and it’s everything.Wild.
Hungry.
Ours.
There will be time for sweet kisses and slow love later. Right now, I couldn’t hold back if I tried.
Each painful thrust is followed by a slow, pleasure-soaked stroke.Her body, still adjusting to mine, clenches and releases around me, driving me out of my mind.
I bet we’re a sight, sweaty, desperate, barely holding on.
An eighteen-year-old virgin, saving himself for his best friend's little sister.
Of all the girls I could’ve had… Of all the times I could’ve given it away… It had to be her.
I was a jealous bastard long before I even realized what she meant to me. Didn’t want any other guy looking at her. Didn’t want her smiling at anyone but me.
Girls have tried. God, have they tried. I’m not blind, I know I’m one of the hottest guys in Cedar Creek.
But none of them were Presley.No one ever came close.
The brown beauty currently wiggling beneath me, breaking my focus every damn second with how good she feels.
"Ry?" she whispers, voice small and shaking.
"Shh, it’s almost over, and then it’s gonna feel amazing," I promise, inching in deeper. "Do you trust me, Princess?"
I hold my breath waiting for her answer.
"Yes," she whispers. "I trust you with my life."
Fuck.She just destroyed me with those words.
"I’m glad you do," I rasp, bracing myself as I push past her last defenses.
"Rygaard!" she cries, burying her face in my neck and biting down hard.
I welcome the sting, use it to anchor myself as I start to move.
"Focus on that, Princess," I tell her, praying I don’t fuck this up. "I’ll find us a rhythm." Truth be told, I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.Everything I thought I knew from porn? Out the damn window. This isn’t just sex.This is Presley .
And she deserves everything real and raw and better than anything I could fake. Her lips graze the crook of my neck, hot and trembling against my skin. "Ry?" she squeaks.
"Yeah?"
"Are you gonna move?"
I blink down at her, realizing I’d frozen mid-thrust, terrified to fuck this up.
What’s a guy to do?
Give my girl what she wants, that’s what. Slowly, I start to move, gentle at first, stroking her from the inside out. Her soft moans hit my ears like a fucking symphony. Yeah. She’s feeling it now.
"How’s that feel?" I murmur, circling my hands around her waist, pulling her down onto me as I push up into her.
Her eyes flutter closed, a sweet little gasp escaping her lips. "It feels... better than before."
God, I knew it.Instead of telling her, I just smile, loving her with my body, loving every inch of her.
Presley is everything. Smart. Funny. Beautiful. The most beautiful girl in our school.
Golden brown skin like a perfect fall day, hair like dark chocolate silk, that juicy ass I can never stop staring at, all of it, mine .
Off limits?
Yeah, right.
She’s mine, and nothing else matters.
"You feel even better than I dreamed, Princess," I groan, feeling myself lose control.
When the orgasm hits, it’s not even close to what I imagined. It’s a full-body, soul-shaking thing that wrecks me from the inside out.
"Oh, fuck, Princess, I’m so sorry," I pant, shame creeping up my spine.
"Sorry?" she asks, confused.
"I didn’t want to come that fast," I growl, pissed at myself. "I wanted us to come together."
She just laughs, soft and sweet, brushing sweaty hair off my forehead.
"Baby," she says, "we’ve got all night to get it right."
I still grumble under my breath, sliding out of bed, heading to the bathroom.
Grabbing a towel, I come back to her, motioning for her to lean back. "That’s my good girl," I tease, ruffling the top of her head just to piss her off.
She swats at me, grinning. "Stop! I’m not a kid anymore."
She opens her legs, and I catch sight of the small trace of blood, my mark on her. My proof that tonight really happened.
"I’m a full-blown woman now," she says, all smug and sassy.
"Imagine that," I laugh, gently cleaning her up. "My Princess is now a queen." She hisses a little, flinching. "Sorry," I murmur automatically.
"Stop saying sorry," she smirks. "Maybe I like the pain you cause." I freeze, towel midair.
What the hell?
I look up, and she’s watching me with this look, this confident, sexy, dangerous look.
And I know right then and there… This girl is gonna ruin me in the best fucking way.
Presley
The moment Ry pushes all the way in, I swear my whole body forgets how to breathe.
It burns, a deep, stretching ache, but underneath the pain, there’s this electric feeling building between my thighs, coiling tighter and tighter.
He holds still, like he’s fighting every instinct to move, brushing his lips over my face, whispering things I can barely make out.
“You’re doing so good, Presley,” He whispers, raining kisses on me like I’m something precious. “My perfect, brave girl.”
“Ry... it hurts,” I gasp.
“It’ll pass,” He promises gently, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Do you want me to stop?”
My eyes fly open, fierce and wild. “No!”
A grin tugs at his lips. “Didn’t think so. Relax for me, Princess. Take me in.”
My fingers clutch at his shoulders, digging into the hard muscle there, grounding myself.
God, he’s so big .He’s everywhere .I feel him inside my ribs , inside my spine , inside the deepest part of me .
For a second, I almost tell him I can't, it's too much, too intense, too overwhelming, but then he shifts just slightly, and a jolt of pure pleasure ripples up my spine.
“Oh my God, Ry!” I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
He pulls out a little, then pushes back in, slow but firmer this time, and the burn dulls just enough to make room for something better .
Something amazing .
I can hear myself moaning, broken and desperate, as he starts to move, little thrusts that build, faster, deeper, making my whole body thrum with sensation.
A grin tugs at his lips. “Didn’t think so. Relax for me, Princess. Take me in.”
Every time he rocks into me, it feels like he brands me a little more, like he’s rewriting my entire body to say belong to Rygaard .
And God, I want that.
I want all of it.
The way he’s looking at me, like I'm his whole damn world.
The way he kisses me between thrusts, messy and frantic, like he can't get enough.
The way he says my name, broken and raw, every time I squeeze around him.
I’m not sure when it stops hurting.I only know that somewhere along the way, the pain melts into a pleasure so big, so consuming, it drags a cry out of my throat.
He doesn’t let up, just pushes harder, faster, until my whole body locks up around him.
I’m at the edge of the cliff, orgasm on the horizon, and then… I hear Ry say, “Oh, fuck, Princess, I’m so sorry.” He’d come before I could finish and it was a beautiful sight to see.
I feel it, the way he spills inside me, the way his whole body shudders against mine, and I know, without a doubt:
This boy owns me now.
And I own him, too.